Why should I?

I asked it of my husband the other day after we'd been arguing a bit, well not really arguing but in disagreement over something. Yeah arguing, but not heatedly, that's what I meant to say.

Anyway the bottom line was that I was to accompany him to Stratford, well just outside actually I won't t name the place, to drop in on a client, he wanted me with him because that way he could say we were going somewhere but we'd called in to see how things were, just casually as you do (the falseness). What he really wanted to find out was if the client had used another service, other than P's, as he'd heard, but he didn't want to ask outright (the falseness). He doesn't like the client any more than I do but he even more doesn't like losing business.  
  

I hadn't made any move when he said I should go and get changed. "Well?" asked my husband. "Why should I?" was my reply. 

My husband then took me by the hand, pulled me up off my seat and marched me upstairs to our bedroom. He pulled the window shut, undid my jeans and pulled them roughly down to my knees then pulled me over to the bed, where he sat and I almost tripped onto his lap because I could only waddle with my jeans around my knees. He didn't say anything, just pulled my knickers down and gave me a damned good spanking. When he let me up I was red faced and annoyed because it had all happened so fast.  

"That's why you should," he said. "Now get changed and I want you downstairs in five minutes."

Ten minutes later I was sitting in the car on our way to Stratford.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx