Pervert

My husband, that is. He's never been interested in cheerleaders or schoolgirls, or so he's always said but on the weekend I wore a pair of navy blue school-type knickers, full fitting and unattractive, in plain cotton. They weren't the real thing but they were as close as I could find in MandS. They got me such a spanking, followed by a very hard rogering, that I have to confess if that's what is in men's minds (read my husband's), a naughty older schoolgirl should get then there's going to be one in our house more often.

Now to be clear about this, there is no question of P lusting after 'schoolgirls' as such, I don't want the Old Bill knocking on our door thank you, I have never ever seen him cast so much as a glance at one not even the older ones, of which there are many, not far from us, and attractive too. I'm talking about 'mature' schoolgirls who haven't quite grown up and need bringing into line with the help of some good old fashioned discipline, outlawed in our schools for ages of course and rightly so, but perhaps not from men's minds.

 The whole thing came about because I'd 'casually' dropped out a few references to spanking, which I hadn't had for way too long (a week's a long time in spanking:)) and there were a few articles Google had sent me during the week, one about a North Carolina school spanking and one about a pastor in Surrey who has been given a short prison term for spanking members of his congregation, mothers and daughters alike. Can you believe that, prison time at taxpayer expense, for spanking a few gullible women and their daughters? Anyway I digress. I wanted P's comments and I got them and, somehow, we got round to the spanking of girls and P said well why not, if they'd deserved it... and to illustrate his point said that there were some extremely badly behaved girls on the loose, we walked past bunches of them sometimes on an evening in town and their language and antics were beyond the pale to put it mildly. He opined that some firm parental discipline, or even third party blue uniform discipline, would probably cure a lot of them.

 So on Saturday I acquired the knickers, then yesterday I wore them and in the car, on the way into Birmingham, I put my left hand between my legs and made out like I was stimulating myself. My right hand was on my husband's thigh and I started talking about feeling horny. I told him I'd had a dream that I'd been back at school and had gotten into trouble over something or other, I couldn't remember what, but I'd been sent to the headmaster's office, we didn't even have a headmaster but I was ad-libbing and it sounded better. I'd received a dressing down but muttered some foul language under my breath which he'd overheard and it changed my predicament in an instant and he told me he was going to cane me, to which I'd said 'you and whose army'. Of course things can happen in dreams which couldn't possibly happen in real life. Anyway, P told me to stop or he'd pull into a side road on one of the industrial estates, which were deserted on a Sunday, and give me a good spanking. I could see from the bulge in his trousers that my behaviour was having a wonderful effect and I knew the likelihood of him really pulling into a side road and spanking me was remote, but I toned it down anyway and removed my hand from his thigh. Road safety, driver concentration and all that.

 We completed our business, which was shopping for me, in Birmingham and returned home by early afternoon. We'd hardly got through the door when P told me to dump the shopping bags and come upstairs with him. He took me into our home office and closed the door, he told me he was going to give me a damned good spanking, I richly deserved it after my behaviour in the car and a dreamy trip to the headmaster's office was nothing compared to what I was going to get. I mumbled 'promises, promises' loud enough for him to hear. He unbelted and unzipped my jeans and told me to take them off and get across his lap. He sat on the futon waiting and that was when he saw the knickers, not my normal underwear, he knew that, he didn't say anything but I knew he'd seen. I pulled the waist of my knickers high, then wiggled as realised they exposed me and I tried to adjust them to cover my cheeks, I did it self consciously as I imagined a schoolgirl might have. I also pulled my top down as far as it would go even though I knew its elasticity and my bending would hoist it back up. My husband was, I think, getting the message.

 "Stop prevaricating, young lady and get across my lap this minute if you know what's good for you," he barked. The voice was perfect and I emitted a tiny frightened squeal as I obeyed.

 "I won't tolerate the sort of behaviour I've witnessed today from a girl in my charge, you're a young woman now with all the charms that entails but none of the common sense and good manners to go with it. You're a rude, provocative and very naughty girl and I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!" P was also ad-libbing, it was perfect for my mood and I felt my new 'school knickers' dampening. God I hoped they might get damp enough for him to notice and respond very strictly accordingly.

 He spanked my knickered bottom for nowhere near long enough, berating me as he went and then suddenly told me to get up. I was disappointed until he said "Get over the desk" whereupon I thought he was going to cane me and I actually whimpered "Please not the cane, Sir..." which is a very difficult thing for me to say but he didn't do that. Instead he moved close behind me and I heard him undo his zip, then felt his cock rock hard against the knicker fabric stretched across my burning buttocks. I shuffled and let out an "Oh Sir, surely..." and then my knickers were pulled roughly aside and he told me I was going to find out what really naughty girls got as well as being spanked...and it was going to be hard. I let out an almighty gasp as he penetrated me with one powerful thrust. I couldn't take him in one it was too sudden, I had to move forward on the desk, I'm sure my eyes were nearly popping out of my head, I hadn't felt him so hard so fast for ages and I loved it as he rogered me with brutal urgency over our little desk and when he spurted into me I came for England. He fell forward breathing heavily onto me and I just lay there crushed by his weight feeling his spunk running down the inside of my thigh as his cock gradually retracted and I squeezed to try and keep him in as long as possible.

 "I hope that's taught you a lesson, young lady," he told me.

Oh fuck, P, it certainly had, I thought. I wondered who was the pervert me or him:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx