Please don't

"Please don't spank me like that again."

My words. So, you hear words like that and you think poor dear, she must have been spanked really hard, she's been beaten (so to speak) beyond reason, waving a white flag, her bastard husband must have gone over the top.

Well no, not at all. You see what happened was I got spanked otk with a shortened straight cane and it made me orgasm. I'd been playing around complaining that I hadn't been spanked for ages, I wondered if P had forgotten how, it was light hearted stuff. Anyway he warned me repeatedly to be careful what I wished for and not to taunt him about losing his spanking prowess, or should that be his spanking 'spark' as in whatever it takes to kick one off. Well I didn't heed his warnings, I sensed a spanking was just around the corner if I kept on at him.

Then the other evening, he told me he wanted me upstairs, there was no reason given so I guessed it had to be spanking. It was and he wanted me across his lap with him seated on our futon and me lengthwise with my head overhanging one end and my legs dangling at the other. My jeans were undone and lowered to my thighs, my knickers still in place as he spanked me for a few minutes with his very capable hands. I was pleasantly warm when he asked me if I'd care to repeat some of the things I'd said over the last few days about not being spanked for ages. I didn't care to, so he repeated a few for me. Then he told me I didn't feel so cheeky now I was across his lap with a sore backside, did I? Well actually I felt very cheeky indeed, and horny too, and I told him it wasn't just the scarcity of spankings but the quality too, I'd forgotten to mention that, I said.

OK so I know this is all predictable but it's how it goes sometimes. Bottom line was he had the cane concealed behind a cushion and he withdrew it and told me perhaps a caning would subdue my cheekiness. I asked him if he could remember how to give one. My knickers came down immediately and I squealed with delight, then ouched when the first stroke cut into my naked bottom. And it was from that point onwards that my spanking took a new direction, you see the second stroke was lighter than the first and the ensuing strokes followed the same pattern. They were stingy but not painful, not by a cane slut's standards anyway, and P was rambling on about what cheeky girls got when they overstepped the mark etc etc, nonsense of course but the sort of stuff which appeals to me. Then I started to get feelings, I mean the almost unstoppable type. I was grinding my pubis as hard as I could into my husband's thigh, he noticed it and warned me to keep still or he'd cane me harder and suddenly the 'almost' was history as waves gushed though me and I writhed like an eel against my husband, getting caned harder as threatened, in tune with my orgasm which rose to a vulgar crescendo.

It left me breathless and emptied. The caning stopped. It probably should have continued a while. P seemed pleased, his cock was hard I could feel it. I felt cheated. That was when I asked him to please not do that to me again. He said he hadn't done anything, I said oh yes he bloody well had and we both laughed.

The thing is, it was really powerful and I say that as one who can and does get multiple orgasms and who also likes cock. A lot. But it had neutralised me, really, stripped me of lust. And I'm ashamed to say my husband's cock stayed unattended until much later that evening.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx