Stingle

I said, with the indirect and unintentional help of my husband whose masterly assault on my bottom caused me to fuse two proper words all spankees know well enough.

I hadn't done anything wrong, far from it, we'd had an excellent weekend, shared a few jobs, enjoyed some nice food and drink, even talked about a Spring break which is an easy way to put me in good spirits, everything was rosy. So when I came out of the shower and into the bedroom with my robe on and a towel wrapped around my head I was surprised to see my husband sitting on the bed, not doing anything just sitting there, on my side where I would normally sit to dry my hair. I stopped briefly, hair dryer would stretch to the other side of the bed, I moved forward and bent to retrieve it. I didn't even ask him to move or why he was there, stupid isn't it, deep down I felt fluttery, I mean why else would he be there other than to, you know.

Well my instinct was right and as I reached for my dryer his hand clamped my arm and he pulled me onto his lap. I managed a shocked 'What are you doing?' but he didn't bother answering, just pecked me on the cheek then turned me around and across his knees so that my upper body and turban were on the bed and my feet flailing. He lifted my robe to my waist, I was needless to say naked underneath, and started spanking me. I did all the right things, the gosh-surprise stuff and the what have-I-done stuff and I-haven't-done-anything-please-stop stuff and of course it was all ignored. After a couple of minutes my husband told me he liked spanking me fresh from the shower, when my flesh was warm and soft and tender, he told me my cheeks bounced better (I shall be looking into that, what sort of thing's that to say to a girl), then he resumed spanking, hard slaps, all by hand (I like hand jobs), it went on for several minutes until eventually he declared my backside was a wonderful very deep pink. He rested his hand on it and said it was radiating heat, he liked that. I liked it too and have to admit I was feeling hot in another part of my anatomy, damp too.

"How do you feel?" P asked me.

"Why do you want to know?" I replied, then thinking better of it said "Stinging".

"Lovely," said my hero, "I like you to have a sting in your bottom, I hope it stays a while."

"Oh it usually does, you do it so masterfully," I simpered, "in fact it usually settles to a warm tingle, talking of which I've got a tingle somewhere else, are you going to finish me?"

"No," he said with a final hard slap on my bottom which made me jump. "You are finished, at least for now, a tingle in your bottom is all you have to look forward to."

"Meanie," I pouted, then the word came to me. "Stingle, " I said.

"What?" asked my husband.

"Stingle," I replied, "it's what I've got right now." Then I got up and put my robe straight, I quite liked the stingle as I sat drying my hair. I'd given up on the fuck, never mind, a girl can't have it all her own way.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx