Never too old for a slanging match

How old do you have to get before you're wise enough to not get involved in pointless arguments or, worse still, slanging matches with people you hold near and dear? I don't know the answer to that but I do know I haven't reached the age yet and it got me a thorough spanking which I suppose I deserved but still feel a bit miffed about because, I mean, it takes two to tango.

You see I'm going to Spain soon, note the 'I' not 'we'. I'm going with my friend Jan, only for a few days, to visit an old mutual friend who lives over there and whose hubby has to return to the UK for a medical procedure (not a nasty one) and she invited us over to keep her company. It isn't a glamorous part of the country it's in Murcia, I don't expect there will be much to do but it will be nice to catch up and I'm looking forward to it. I asked P if we could pick Jan up on our way to drop me at the airport and that was what started it all off. He'd pretty much forgotten I was going, or so he made out. He first said sure, should be ok but then said it was actually quite a detour and why couldn't Jan's husband take her or better still swing round and pick me up. I took the hump, it wasn't a big ask in my opinion, but I said alright I'd tell her she needed to make her own arrangements.

P knew I wasn't happy. A few minutes later he said he could probably fit a detour in. I told him not to put himself out, it was alright but really I was thinking what a grumpy bastard he was why did he even make a fuss about it, I mean he doesn't have set hours to stick to so he can make whatever time he wants. So this festered a bit and eventually it came out that he was going down to his brother's place in Wales the same day. I definitely hadn't known about that at all and I asked him why and for how long. He said a couple of days and he was going to see a local band play in Cardiff and they'd find stuff to do, in fairness he hasn't seen his brother for nearly twelve months. I asked him if his brother's girlfriend would be there but he said no she was in Colombia (she's Colombian), I said well never mind I'm sure he's got plenty of others to keep him company,"Maybe he'll have a spare one for you". I didn't mean to say that, or at least not the way I said it.

So you know the background and you can guess how things escalated. Him saying maybe there would be some nice blokes on the estate where Lyn lives, perhaps in the clubhouse (there's a golf course), or maybe in the bars along the sea front. I told him not to be so stupid, he told me he wasn't stupid, he remembered this and that and he quoted a couple of other times when I'd been away with girls not him and he made silly inferences, childish as men can be. Of course I reposted with several incidents from the past in which he could easily have, in my opinion at the time, dallied with other women. Some stupid things were said by both of us, goodness knows how adults can be so childish, even digging up the minutest detail from absolutely donkeys years ago just to hurt the other side. It reached crescendo when I told him his brother had always fucked anything in a skirt which was why his marriages screwed up and that he had the same genes. There were lots of profanities both ways I'm not proud of it. Anyway it stopped abruptly. P stood and took a few deep breaths. 

"This has gone far enough, more than far enough and I'm not having any more of it." There were no swear words and his voice had lowered and he was very calm. He took me upstairs, I didn't know why he needed to do that if he was going to spank me why didn't he do it there and then. Well I found out soon enough why he wanted me upstairs, he wanted an implement and nearest to hand was a paddle, it's the stingiest paddle we've got, one that Bogey sent me ages ago and it really really hurts when it's used hard. P knows I dread it.

My jeans and knickers came down and I was pulled half across his lap half on the bed with his right leg locking me down. It was all very fast and efficient. I started protesting but the spanks were underway before I could get a sentence out and then I just shouted and squealed. Profanities resumed but only from me not P. I meant everything I called him at that time too, I'm not going to print it all just believe me my mouth needs washing out for a month. I tried to dig my nails into his flesh where his t-shirt pulled up but he just pinned my arm behind my back and carried on spanking. There's a pattern to spankings, I mean real ones not play ones, for me anyway. There's verbal objection, physical resistance, foul mouthedness, threat, overpowerment, shock, realisation, inward capitulation, outward capitulation, pleading, apologies, meaningful apologies, do-with-me-as-you-will absolute contrition usually accompanied by limpness. That was how it was, I was so exhausted I didn't know how much he'd hurt my bottom until he let me up and there was rush of pain as blood rushed to my nether region to try and cool it. Oh god I wanted to jump about and grasp my poor backside but wouldn't while he was still in the room.

"We'll have no more of that nonsense, and I don't just mean for a few hours or the rest of the day, I mean forever. Full stop."

I sniffled some snot back, it's the hay fever season. It makes my eyes run a bit too.

"Is that clearly understood?" He wouldn't let it go until I answered.

"Yes P." I really hoped he couldn't hear the quiver in my voice.

He left the bedroom and I stayed upstairs for over an hour, wishing I'd got my phone or ipad with me but not wanting to go downstairs and get either because he was down there. We didn't speak again until the evening when he broke the silence, he said, "Tell Jan I'll be able to pick her up on the way to the airport."

It was a little peace gesture. Somebody has to break the ice. I called Jan and told her, she said great and her husband would be happy to do the same on the return flight. I told P, he grunted his acknowledgement. I left it a while then told him I was sorry for the things I'd said earlier. He grunted again, a few minutes later he asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. Thaw. Takes two to tango:)

I don't get enough of this type of spanking, I used to spend hours plotting how to get one without causing any real rot to set in between us. Then out of the blue a good old slanging match and letting off steam brings one on. 

Perhaps I'll never get too old for a slanging match.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx