BBQ time

It's not, unfortunately, time to have a barbecue. The great British weather tells us when we can or cannot have one. But P tells me it's going to be a hot summer, better than last year, and we'll be having plenty. 'Well that will be nice,' I said, I didn't bother asking him where he'd got his information from, it was just chat. We were sitting outside with mugs of tea after he'd cut the grass and I'd been pottering around with some plants.

Then two days later a Parcel Force man called, he had a delivery, it was a very big box and it was heavy, too much for me and I asked him to pop it into the garage for me. It was a BBQ grill with a smoker box attachment, I thought at first he'd gone modern and bought a gas one to save all the mess of setting up and then cleaning down (I'm the one who always cleans the ashes) but he hadn't, it was clearly stated on the box 'charcoal'. I closed the garage and went down to the shed, our trusty BBQ was still there so I called him and said what a nice surprise getting a gas barbecue for the garden. He nearly erupted over the phone, he said they must have sent the wrong one, he'd check his order, they better bloody not have sent a gas one. I didn't tell him I was only joking, I said he should double check it when he got home.

When he did come home he went straight to the garage, I heard the door go. He came into the house and told me it said clearly on the box it was charcoal, hadn't I read it? I said yes I saw that but I thought maybe it was the type you can sprinkle charcoal on top of. No no, that would be lava rock, he said, not for me thank you. Then I told him we'd already got a good BBQ in the shed, why have two, He said this one was bigger and better, an oil barrel type with a facility for smoking food and lots of space. I asked him what were doing with the other one, were we keeping it as a spare in case the super duper new one ever broke down? I was being sarcastic. Pointless waste of money in my opinion. Boys with toys. He stood and looked at me as if he could hardly believe I said that.

Then he saw me smile as if I was pleased with what I'd said. Then he dropped his bag on the floor, came across the room and put me across his knee and spanked me, lecturing me about the benefits of the new grill and why he preferred real coal and wood over gas and how it wasn't a waste of money at all and I'd see how much better it was when we got some BBQ weather. He wasn't spanking me hard, nowhere near hard enough and it was over cotton so I told him the truth that I'd spotted it was charcoal right from the start, I knew it wasn't gas. 

He started to ask 'Then why did you call me and say...' and then decided not to waste time on words; instead he pulled my shorts and knickers down, clamped his leg across my thighs and gave me humdinger of a hand spanking which had me squealing with protest and secret joy. When he stopped we were both panting, I could feel his bulge against my left hip, I spluttered that maybe we should go upstairs. He said he didn't think so and let me off his lap onto the floor. I thought his zip was coming down and if it hadn't I would have pulled it down but instead he bent me across the seat of the sofa. Then he got behind me, then I heard the zip undo and then I felt his cock against me then in me, and I squealed again as he slapped my bottom and fucked me at the same time. Lovely. The only thing that got barbecued was my backside!

With family all day Saturday then on Sunday we fly out to Spain. Wont be commenting or posting while we're away. 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx