Maestra got me spanked

There's a 'fairly' new book out, the 'thinking woman's' Fifty Shades. It's called Maestra (you may remember me posting about it) and it launched on Thursday 10th March, I intended to download it but to be honest forgot. Anyway I got it on Friday, a bit late, and read a few chapters that evening so too early to pass comment. But...the good thing...it got me spanked. Not because I downloaded it, P doesn't mind or even know what I download, but because I found a link to ITV's morning chat show, the one that's hosted by Philip Schofield and his co-presenter Holly Willoughby; they were reviewing the book and they had a woman reading excerpts from it.

I had the volume up on my iPad and P heard an excerpt, I played it twice. It referred to a swimming pool scene where the girls were lounging around and referred to a particular male needing a good spanking. I was amused, P asked me why, did I think it was funny that they were chewing over males and making such comments? He said they should know their place (he was joking) and he asked me if the book was full of that sort of thing and, if so, should I really be reading it. "It sounds as if the author's batting for the wrong team," he said. "Got her wires crossed."

"No I don't think so, P, it's just she's independent minded, nothing wrong with that...and I should definitely be reading it, I'll read what I like." I wasn't being funny and I thought that was an end to it.

Then on Saturday morning my husband woke me, well I was already half awake really it was just after 7am and he usually gets up and showers around then and leaves me dozing. He told me he'd been thinking about that book and my attitude. What attitude was that, darling, I asked him and snuggled a bit closer. I slid my hand across to see if he had a morning bulge, he did, and asked provocatively, "Did it make you feel insecure hearing a woman suggest that a man needed his little bottom spanking?". I felt his bulge stiffen. Was it my hand or my words or both. I was fully awake now, never look a gift horse in the mouth. 

"No insecurity on my part," said my dearest, "and it was your attitude to reading what you like that I was referring to, it sounded like a challenge, as if you'd defy me if I put my foot down."

"Aw, there there, poor baby, bit of a challenge to your authority then, did you think I might be turning into a maestra some time soon and spanking your little bottom?" I was playing. His cock stiffened some more. "Ooh, that seemed to strike a note."

P reached under his side of the mattress and brought Bogey's paddle out, it's an evil compact stinger. He sat against the headboard, pushed the duvet back and pulled me across his thighs and laid into my bare bottom alternating between sides. My cheek was being rewarded. Both of them actually. I struggled between gasps and squeals to assure him I'd only been joking, I knew my place and all that sort of nonsense, there was no way I could ever challenge his authority not while he spanked so manfully...the spanking stopped...Oh dear..."But I was sure I noticed your cock stiffening just a moment ago, must have been mistaken." That did it, the spanking resumed with a vengeance and two or three minutes later he moved me off his lap and he went for his shower, leaving a sore arsed cheeky girl to have her Saturday morning lie-in harbouring naughty thoughts.

When he came out of the shower he asked me if I'd learned my lesson. I said I had and would he please come back to bed and I'd convince him, but he didn't, he went to make a mug of coffee instead and by the time I got up his car had gone.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx