I didn't get spanked in the Premier Inn

We were in London last week. P wanted to attend a presentation at the Tower Bridge Novotel by one of his investment company CEO's. He attended but the company he was there to hear had pulled out of the show, my husband should keep his ear closer to the ground, they had actually flagged up two days earlier that they couldn't attend but he'd missed it.

Anyway three other companies presented and he stayed and listened to them, he liked one of them but was pissed that his main reason for being there had disappeared. He didn't stay for the nibbles afterwards, instead he joined me and we had supper in a trattoria, which was very nice. We stayed over in a Premier Inn because P trusts the beds there (and wouldn't pay Novotel prices) and all in all it was a pleasant little distraction and I did some unnecessary shopping and got handed some discount vouchers to a Zombie secret cinema experience which I passed on to our son later in the week. I didn't get spanked in the Premier Inn which was a bit of a let-down because I like getting spanked in hotels but c'est la vie.

Next day on the train back, P was moaning about the waste of time and money, I goaded him a bit about not keeping up to speed and said it wasn't a waste of money at all, I'd enjoyed it even if he hadn't. He said he had, it was just that he didn't like inefficiencies and he didn't like last minute ill-explained changes to arrangements. Then he went quiet and was transfixed on his ipad, then he said 'bastard'. I asked him what was up and he said an announcement had been made by the company who'd pulled out, he said they were selling off their crown jewels out of the blue, no previous indication of it, and they were selling them too cheap in his opinion. He said it was a stitch up and found several expletives to express his disgust. I told him to keep his voice down, not everyone wanted to know about it or hear his colourful language.

My husband was still ranting a bit on Friday. I asked him if he hadn't been in London, would he have known about what they were going to do any sooner and would he have made any different decision as regards his holding in the company, he thought about it for a few seconds then said no he couldn't have known any sooner but he would probably have been suspicious if he'd seen the cancellation notice and might have called them to ask why. I then asked him if he thought they would have told him any different from their official notification, he said he supposed not. I said 'well there you are, no problem, just one of those things, get over it'.

On Saturday morning he spanked me. He didn't go into the office because, he said, it was a holiday weekend and he didn't have much to do and what he did need to do could be done from home. When I came out of the shower he called me into our little office and told me he hadn't been too happy about my light hearted flippancy about him being 'stitched up' as he continued to call it. He didn't think I took things seriously enough, he said, so he was going to put me over his knee and give me a damned good spanking and perhaps I'd show a bit more empathy in future. I told him he couldn't because I didn't have any knickers on under my robe and I hadn't dried my hair or even had a cup of tea yet. Needless to say it made no difference and he got up from the desk seat, sat mid futon and pulled me across his thighs. I was still telling him he couldn't as the back of my robe was lifted to my waist and his hand started raining down repeatedly on my buttocks. Spankings HURT far more when you're fresh out of the shower and I was struggling immediately, he told me to keep still and I deserved it and if I didn't stop struggling he'd take the cane to me and that made me wet in an instant and I struggled harder, not to get the cane across my bottom but to get into a position where I could grind against my husband's muscly thigh while he spanked me.

He lectured me about business not being as simple as I'd made out but I told him I thought it had been perfectly fucking (for good measure) simple and that he should listen to me more often and he wouldn't be getting any fucking (for more good measure) empathy from me, only the truth. So I got spanked harder of course and yes it hurt of course and, as I wriggled as lewdly as possible over my husband's lap, my left hip kept bumping against his cock which was rigid in his shorts. I wanted him to thrash all the wriggle out of me then order me down onto my knees and make me take it in my mouth. He didn't though, instead he stopped spanking and told me he hoped I'd learned my lesson and then he put his hand between my legs. He said who's a naughty girl then and I told him I was a naughty fucking girl and what was he going to do about it. I heard him exaggerate a slurping noise as he put his hand to his mouth, then he got me up off his lap and bent me over the desk, my robe had slipped back over my backside and he had to pull it up again before he could enter me which he did, hard, and I only lasted a few seconds before screaming. P was a few seconds behind me but I think my orgasm was still running when his warm load spurted into me and I peaked again. Christ it was urgent and hot and we both lay panting, his cock still filling as spunk trickled down my thighs.

My husband was forgiven, mentally, for not spanking me at the Premier. He'd made up for it and then some.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx