Cornwall Off, Spanking On

Our son's driving down to Cornwall today, he's had it planned for a few weeks and I've been gently nudging P to do something similar but he's been resisting, well actually just ignoring me.

Anyway the weather, naturally, as it's a long weekend, is not so good and much as I love Cornwall, especially since Poldark reincarnated onto the tv screen (can't wait for the next series), it is a godawful place to be in wet weather; although I'm sure the potteries, gifts shops, art galleries etc love it:). I sent a text to our son saying 'drive carefully allow extra time for the bad weather have a great time bring me a nice pic of Padstow' and got one back ten minutes later saying 'nearly there stopped for coffee pissing down, yeah will find one, luv'. I told P what he'd said and that he shouldn't be nearly there at this time in the morning he must have been driving too fast, dangerous in these conditions and P should call him. Needless to say P didn't.

"Bet you're glad I didn't book us somewhere for a few days now you can see the weather, aren't you? Plus you wouldn't have got those jobs done." It was true P started a couple of jobs yesterday and will finish them off today.

"Well you could always have booked somewhere out of country," I said, "I could have managed without the jobs." I was smiling at the irony of it having badgered him for ages to get them sorted.

"No, I think I made the right decision," said my husband, "I've been meaning to do those things." Liar, he's been avoiding them but never mind.

Then he told me that seeing as he'd be done and didn't have anything pressing for Monday, did I want to go to one of the designer outlets, he remembered I'd said I needed to replace some black trousers and maybe I'd see something else that took my fancy. He added... as we'd saved a few quid by not going away. Then further added ... that's unless I thought the weather would be too bad. And maybe snack out somewhere Monday night.

The weather suddenly didn't seem at all dangerous or horrible to me, I agreed immediately. Then he said we'd leave in the morning after he'd given me a good spanking, my choice whether we drove north or south, he didn't mind, grab lunch there, take our time no rush. You can imagine the bit that stood out in my mind. I asked him why I was getting a good spanking before we went.

"Just because," said my husband, then after a pause, "because I've decided to and that should be sufficient."  Oh god I could have hugged him.

So tomorrow's no longer looking like a dreary old UK bank holiday Monday, not for me anyway. By the time you read this it will be tomorrow (Monday) and I will have been spanked, might even have a nice new pair of trousers and a few other bits and bobs. Perhaps if I can manage to be just a teeny bit extravagant I might even get a follow-up spanking after we get back but before we go out to eat. I like when he does that, makes my bottom tingle just thinking about it.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx