I chose the latter

We've had a few days of sunshine and my vitamin D levels are bouncing. I don't mind the cold at all if it's sunny cold. I hate rainy.

I think P's feeling perky too because he threatened to spank me on Tuesday and then followed it through. He doesn't always do that, unfortunately, so I was extra happy and as it was a late evening spanking I slept soundly through the night.

I got spanked because we ate at a certain chain pub restaurant, I won't name it but I bet UK readers could probably guess, where they offer 35 day aged steaks at an amazing, in fact ridiculous, price. We ate there because we'd been to the cinema, hadn't booked anywhere but knew we could easily get a table in our local pasta restaurant... but then P changed his mind last minute and wanted steak.

So that's what we did and it wasn't horrible but it wasn't nice either. The tables weren't cleared properly, the plates were cold which made to food cool too quickly, the steaks were only OK quality-wise and the cook hadn't learned the difference between R, MR, M etc. P seemed cheerful enough, didn't want to make a fuss over it and we didn't. But I told him plainly that we weren't going to eat there again. He told me I was snob, I told him that was a stupid thing to say, if either of us was snobby at all about food it was him. He said it wasn't just the food, it was the place overall that I was criticising, but it was an unreasonable criticism as it wasn't a restaurant, just a big chain pub which did food. And as such it was acceptable. So I closed the discussion by telling him if he wanted to eat there again it would be on his own. Then we talked about other stuff and it was forgotten.

We left there close on 10.30pm and took the long way around town, the sky was full of stars and P named various constellations which I've forgotten already as we walked back to the car.

When we got home he poured us each a drink and we watched the late part of a news programme then I went to bed. Unusually P followed me within ten minutes, I knew something was up. I was just getting snug when he got into the bed and rolled the duvet back. He sat upright against the headboard and told me he didn't like snobs and he didn't like being dictated to about where we would or would not eat. He was going to spank me. A girl has to make up her mind sometimes in a hurry; I could argue my point and probably still get spanked or I could just admit I had been a snob and I wasn't sorry for it at all... and definitely get spanked. I chose the latter needless to say.

I was across my husband's knee in no time, knickers half way down my thighs, getting a sound hand spanking which endured for a good five minutes I'd say. My backside felt as if I'd been sitting on a red ants nest. When he'd done, and after he'd lectured me about 'my snobbishness', he concluded by assuring me that if he wanted us both to go and eat there again, we damned well would. And was that quite clear? I told him meekly that it was.

Then he told me to get settled and let that be a lesson to me. I straightened the bed, which had got a bit ruffled, and we both got comfortable. I wanted to turn towards P, I wanted a bit of fun, but he wouldn't let me, he told me to turn over and go to sleep with a sore bottom. I did, and he snuggled against my bum but he wouldn't let me reach back and touch. It had been a long time since I'd had a bedtime spanking, I liked it.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie 
xx