I'm boring

I could hardly believe the words I was hearing, and coming from my husband too. We were out to dinner, with son and partner and two friends and whilst the boys were rabbiting on about so called Internet of Things room thermostats which talk with their phones when they're driving home and Amazon's latest in-house talking diary, memo pad and spy, I was apparently steering the girls towards the weekend weather, health issues and holidays. I mean what's wrong with holidays? They beat Elon Musk's electric cars in my opinion.

Anyway I was cautioned. Not in public thank goodness for him. I would have exploded and given him a mouthful if he had done that. No it was after we'd finished the evening and were walking back to the car. I told him I talked about sane real things, women had to get washing done, one in the party has baby clothes to wash, one has a not deadly but annoying health concern, one couple are going for a Malta Spa break later this month (not us unfortunately), so stuff I bring up is just as relevant as boy talk. Anyway, traditional domestic roles are merging these days, I told him, so perhaps he's a bit old fashioned in his thinking and he shouldn't allow conversation to focus on that gadgetry and innovation, it was rude. I'd made my point.

When we got home P told me to go upstairs, he said I was right about him being a bit old fashioned, he was about to show me how old fashioned he was by giving me a damned good spanking. Not for being boring but for calling him old fashioned. He chivvied me into the bedroom and had me jeans-down over his lap, with him sat on the corner of the bed, and gave me exactly what he'd promised without me having chance to get a word in. It hurt too and as it was entirely unexpected I fought against him which was useless of course.

Towards the end of th spanking, with my backside stinging severely and his right leg holding me tightly in position, I gave up struggling and started to enjoy it and then it stopped. Bloody well stopped! "Is that it?" I asked saucily as I got up and rubbed my bottom through my knickers, "Now who's boring..." I shouldn't have said it, I know, but I got an immediate thrill when he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my bottom, then the other one and told me to stand just there hands at my sides while he got up and went to his side of the bed and withdrew the Leatherthorn paddle from under the mattress.

"Oh no P, please, I was only joking, couldn't you just use your hand it was very hard I was nearly in tears?" I lied.

He just came back to the corner of the bed and pulled me across his lap, this time pulling my knickers down to my thighs. I gasped. "Not like that please!" I begged.

"Yes exactly like this, see if you still think I'm boring after I've paddle your bare bottom for five minutes." And with that his right leg resumed its restraining position across the backs of my knees and my walloping re-started. It was pointless resisting, P is strong and he had me secured firmly so instead I whimpered and whined and apologised and begged him to be lenient but of course he didn't stop until he was satisfied he'd taught me lesson.

"Was that boring?" He asked.

"No, P," I sniffled.

"Good." he said as he helped me up and said he was going downstairs to watch TV for half an hour with a glass of wine. "Pull your knickers and jeans up and put your face straight and join me. Shall I pour you a glass?"

"Yes please," I said sheepishly. I'd hoped he might have fucked me after that, I mean we hadn't really had an argument or anything. He didn't but I know my husband and half an hour cosying up to him on the sofa while we watched the last of Graham Norton or whatever would most likely ensure that I got his attention, the sort that often follows a good spanking. I was right and we didn't even get as far as the end of Graham Norton:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx