I want you to seethe

I'm just following up on my little Bank Holiday Monday trip which one or two have asked me about. It did take place, I did get spanked prior to setting out, I did bag a few bargains and I did have a lovely meal out in the evening. Didn't get spanked a second time later in the day though because a new neighbour came round to borrow a tool off P and we got chatting and it made us a bit late so spanking 2 didn't happen which was a pity because I really wanted it as I'd been simmering all day.

When P spanked me in the morning before setting off, he told me he was going to do it hard, with his hand, and really make me sting, he said he wanted me seething till half way up the motorway. I said I didn't think I'd be seething because that's harbouring unexpressed anger isn't it and I doubted I'd be angry. My husband said I hadn't had the spanking yet so I better not count my chickens, then he told me not to correct him and that he wanted me seething with unexpressed sexual emotion. I still don't think it was the right word but I got the idea. And liked it.

My husband has very good hands, he's not a manual worker but likes doing manual work, his hands are strong, he uses them very well and I love them especially when they're holding me in place for a sound hard spanking, which was what I got about twenty minutes before we left the house for the Motorway Monday morning. He took my jeans and knickers down in our little office and had me across his lap on the futon and tanned my backside till I was wailing and had to bite on one of the cushions to keep the noise down so that he wouldn't stop too soon. Ooh I like it like that, no warm up no messing around, get on with it, it left me gasping and rubbing my backside as he stood me up. He told me he hoped I'd be a good girl for the rest of the day and there'd be another dose of the same later if I wasn't. 'Now, knickers and jeans up, car, 5 minutes or else' he snapped. We were on the road in less than 5.    

My bottom, which felt larger in my tight jeans and certainly hotter than it had half an hour ago, remained sensitive to movement for some while and I had my hand on my husband's lap before we even got on the motorway. Somewhere past Stafford he asked me if I was seething, I said I didn't think I was but I was definitely simmering. He said good that was probably the word he should have used. 

  

I simmered quite a lot during the day I can tell you, relieved by the distractions of trying clothes on from time to time but the simmering didn't really abate and on the way home I was thoroughly looking forward to a second round of spanking before going out to dinner. You already know it didn't happen that way, I didn't get a second spanking but I was still simmering in the restaurant and made it known, and I did get one almighty orgasm after we got home:) It was a lovely day.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx