"Nice Bum"

Said my husband out of the blue yesterday afternoon. "Well, nice pose, can't actually score the bum when it's presented like that," he added.

I still didn't know what he was talking about and I had to look down to remind myself what jeans I'd got on, perhaps it was a delayed comment, I had been putting shopping away which involved a bit of stretching and bending. Then he turned the Style page of the Sunday Times round and showed me what had prompted his comment, it hadn't been my bum at all, (bummer!), there was  a page advertising an upcoming exhibition of the raunchy fashion photographer Guy Bourdin's work in London.

I 'Hmmphed' and turned away, "A bum's a bum" I said and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. When I came back in with two mugs of tea my husband, who must have noted my attitude albeit exaggerated, put his hand on my own derriere as I bent to put the mugs on the coffee table.

"Now then," he said, "no attitude or someone's bum will be over my knee."

"Oh whose would that be then P, not the girl in the magazine presumably?" I was suddenly elevated again.

He didn't spank me but he patted the seat next to me and had me sit there, he finished his reading and I browsed, funny how little things can unexpectedly turn you on, I was really wanting him to initiate something, or perhaps I should have, for more or less the next hour, then the door bell went and that was that.

Ah well.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx