Sent to bed with a sore bottom

Does anybody else ever think they'd like to be spanked right before bed time and then sent to bed or am I the only one with such aspirations? I don't think I could be the only one, the thought seems too delicious to be wasted on just me. Well Saturday night I got exactly that. It wasn't stage managed, no manipulation, just plain and simple. And it was shocking and absolutely lovely and I even woke up Sunday morning with it on my mind, the only disappointment being P's side of the bed was empty as he'd gone to the paper shop and I would dearly have loved to snuggle under the duvet and suck him off.

We'd had guests for dinner and I'd been smart-mouthing apparently (I'd call it entertainingly witty). Prior them arriving and P spending time in the kitchen, we'd enjoyed a little impromptu amorous hanky panky after doing a bit of work in the garden which had involved bending and stretching with me in an old pair of shorts which, my husband had pointed out, were looking a bit tight. He said I should wear them more often, I said I would but only for him, not to go out in as they were old fashioned. Needless to say I bent and stretched twice as much after he'd mentioned them and we both felt like it when we went inside. There was no fucking but we both came, P via one of those ruined orgasm thingies which I learned about months ago and me via his tongue. I'm not very good at gauging ruined orgasms but occasionally, when the circumstances are right, I cause one to happen. P had told me when I first learned about them and did one on him that it was alright occasionally as long as it was part of a package and he got the real thing later:)

Anyway I don't want to bore you with our sexual peccadilloes, the bottom line was that I was sated and he was not, his cock was still bulging outrageously after he'd emptied and remained that way while he was working in the kitchen. Whenever I went in he said something suggestive or touched me, all very good-naturedly, and I parried him off with tut-tuts, naughty boy etc. Then he told me I wasn't much fun after I'd orgasmed, I became Miss Boring instead of Miss Horny, he said. I told him it was his fault he shouldn't have spilled his little load too soon, like an impatient teenager, and he shouldn't be so efficient with his tongue. All this was friendly banter and I promised him I wouldn't be boring for the rest of the day and I made a point of being lively.

After our friends had gone we sat down for a final glass of wine, it was late, I was still being 'witty' and made a couple of comments about the lovely food we'd had and how well he cooked with a hard-on and he should do it more often, I was just teasing, making it known that I hadn't forgotten he'd been left wanting, as it were. Then I smiled, got up and said it was bedtime for me and I hoped I hadn't been a boring girl and bent down to kiss him on the forehead. That was when he took me by the arm and marched me upstairs and spanked me on our bed. Short but hard, with my skirt up and my knickers down. Then told me to go to bed and not to be so smart mouthed in future. He didn't give me chance to say anything, just ordered me and went back downstairs.

He's never done that before, we're usually both too tired to play late at night except when we're on holiday. I must admit it thrilled me and I did my bits and bobs and got into bed feeling yummy and intending to stay awake till he came up to bed so that I could cuddle up and rub by throbbing bottom against him and whimper that I was sorry. But I fell asleep and next thing I knew was waking up in the morning with a strong urge to finish what I'd started the day before. I could get a liking for bedtime spankings, but only if they 'happen', not by arrangement.

Please join me and take a moment to send loving thoughts to all the people effected by the tragedy in Orlando. My heart goes out to them.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx