Caned in boy shorts

I got caned last Saturday and it was stingy as hell and the boy shorts I was wearing seemed to keep the heat in for ages especially as I was made to cycle after it.

I will explain, you see since our son has vacated his bedroom, whilst still kept available for him, I've moved our exerciser into it because there's a lot of space in there and it's very light which is nice, I can also see into the street through the louvres without being seen so I can keep one eye on the neighbourhood one on a tv screen, music blasting and stay fit all at the same time. I have jogging sports wear which I sometimes put on, I don't know why really it just kind of makes me work harder, other times I just wear beach shorts or knickers especially when it's hot. On Saturday morning I had on a pair of my husband's boy pants, they're MandS some kind of micro fibre really light and stretchy, I bought a pack of them as a stocking filler for him because I thought they'd make his cock bulge nicely, which they do, but he's hardly ever worn them I don't know why. Anyway they look a bit like lycra that cyclists wear, I've snapped myself in them so you can see what I mean though I think they make my bum look huge:)

Now, during my exercise session my husband came home, I didn't hear him because of the music but I saw the car was back, I carried on sweating. After a few minutes there was a great Thump! from behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the music and I stopped pedalling to see what it was, a large hardback book had fallen onto the floor and my husband must have heard it from downstairs because he came bounding upstairs to see what it was. He came into the room, I'd already resumed pedalling, he asked me what had happened but I couldn't hear him for the music. He gesticulated, I just pointed behind me, he would put two and two together it wasn't hard. But he didn't, instead he switched my music off and told me to answer him when he was speaking to me, he'd been worried I might have hurt myself. Well that was touching but unlikely, I told him, and could I please have my music back. I was still pedalling, I think that probably pissed him a bit.

Anyway he saw I was wearing his underwear, it's a signal between us although I don't do it much these days. He told me the least I could do was stop pedalling, he wouldn't bother rushing up next time he heard an almighty bump, then he asked me why I'd got his underwear on and I said because I was riding and it was available. I was a bit put out that my session had been disrupted, once I start I like to keep up momentum. "Well it won't be available if I take it off you and give you a good spanking you ungrateful bitch!" Oh god was being good to me, I thought, window of opportunity, get bitchier, take the spanking, exercise any old time but get spankings whenever you can! So I said a few things about him coming back early, wouldn't have known if he hadn't, didn't need watching over, wasn't a child etc etc., I kept it light but a bit hoity because I know that irritates him and sure enough he left the room returning moments later with his OTK cane.

He came and fetched me off the machine and over to the bed, put me across his knee, pulled my borrowed underwear down and caned me about thirty or more times, I hadn't been caned over our son's bed before, it's very near the floor and my knees were rubbing against the carpet as I writhed and wriggled. It hurt and I made a noise and when he let me up I was rubbing my bottom and pouting. He told me to pull the pants back up, they suited me, and to finish off my exercise with a sore bottom and not to be so ungrateful in future when someone showed concern for me. I finished it after he left the room, my bottom was hot and the saddle was rubbing between my legs, it was as much as I could do to keep my concentration on the job at hand:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx