Games Room Spanking

I got spanked the other day, not an engineered-by-Ronnie spanking, a good old fashioned hard spanking with me on the defensive, not in horny spank mode but in guilt mode. I had lied to P, it was only what I'd call a 'white lie' but a lie nevertheless. It was to get my own way, I got found out, I got embarrassed, I apologised, I reasoned it out, all to no avail so I got spanked and I didn't want to be. The ideal situation, eh, and one which many of us fantasise about but when it happens there's no sexy side really because of all the other emotions which override it.

 We're in the process of booking a holiday, I should say I'm in the process as I do all the groundwork, anyway we're looking for a nice villa for a week. I found a few possibles, one of them has a games room with a half size snooker table, darts and an old pinball contraption, P said he liked it. We're probably going to have guests for a couple of days and he said it would be nice to have that facility. I didn't like it too much the more I thought about it, it's a nice place but one thing it has a shared pool with 3 other villas and the other it only has one ensuite, but mostly I didn't like the games room, I mean holidays in the sun don't go with playing snooker and darts, not in my opinion. So, when I gave P a rundown of availability and prices, I said the games room villa was no longer available.

 It was a porky. He had a link to it from an email I'd sent him a couple of days earlier, I don't think he even knew where the link went but clicked it anyway and found September dates showing vacant. He asked me how come, I thought about making up a story but then thought another lie would get me in deeper, so I just admitted it.

 He listened to what I'd got to say, then told me off and said if I had strong feelings I should articulate them and win my point that way not by lying. I felt bad. Then he told me to come over to him, he was sitting on the sofa, I knew what he was going to do and I knew I deserved it. He made me take my jeans down, I know it's serious when he does that rather than make a ritual of doing it himself, it was all rather objective and unglamorous. Then he told me to pull my pants down, which I didn't want to do, but I did it. Then he just told me to get across his lap and when I hesitated he assisted me quite roughly. Then he spanked my bottom hard, with his hands, for about 5 minutes solid, alternating hands presumably when one started to sting too much, I thought they must sting because my backside certainly was, more than I could ever remember from a hand spanking, and can't see how his hands could not have felt the same so he must have known he was hurting me. Anyway after he'd done it he just shoved me off his lap and told me not to do that again or I wouldn't sit down for a week. I was on the edge of tears and just whimpered I was sorry.

 Later in the day we made up, the usual formula, I felt uneasy but wanting to be close, wanting to touch, wanting to talk. I didn't mention the incident, we did discuss the villas again though and this time I included the games room one. He said no, forget that one, some of the others looked a lot nicer. Men! So had I got my way? I suppose so but it had cost me a sore bottom to get it.

Have a good week.

 Ronnie

xx