A Spanking as Promised

Or should that be threatened, or maybe both. Anyway I got spanked, I was quite glad of it actually because I'd had a busy few days with some accompanying stress build up, not bad stress but the sort that puts you on edge, makes adrenaline and then doesn't use it. I was spanked because my husband told me I would be, the weekend before last, when I refused to take some steaks back to a supermarket for him. But he didn't do it right away, he let it drag on for a few days. Well I finally got it.

"What time did you say your manicure was?" He asked. I thought he was just checking because he'd promised to be in the house while I was out as I was expecting a delivery and didn't want the hassle of having to reschedule it.

I told him, my appointment was thirty minutes from when he asked and would take about an hour. I asked if he needed to go somewhere.

"No but you do," he said. "You need to come upstairs with me."

"What for?" I asked even though I know it can usually mean only one thing.

"Remember refusing to do a simple little job I asked you to do?" I actually didn't relate to it at that moment and said so.

He reminded me about it, reminded me that he'd had to go and sort it out himself. Told me it was my job to do that sort of thing, that it was shopping and it was woman's work. WTF there's no such thing as woman's work! I'm sure he was winding me up and it worked, I told him he was talking nonsense. He said I'd disobeyed him and hadn't stood up for myself and that was quite enough for what was going to happen. I told him he couldn't because I had my appointment and I'd be late and it was ridiculous I hadn't done anything wrong and he'd sorted it out very competently as he always does so there was no need for this. Not that I minded the idea of a spanking but not so close to a manicure appointment.

"You better get moving up those stairs, my girl, the longer you argue the later you'll be."

So I got up and went with him to the office. He made me take my trousers off and he put me across his knee on the little futon. I kept telling him he didn't need to do this and he could postpone it for later, even double up if he wanted to but nothing would change his mind. 

"That's enough now!" He said and started spanking.

He lectured me about disobedience and respecting his wishes and knowing my rights and all sorts of crap which I might have enjoyed had the minutes not been ticking away. I said OK OK, I understand I really do and I'm sorry so please let me up, I only have about twenty minutes, I won't make it.

"Yes you will," he said, "but you'll make it with a sore bottom and you'll be able to reflect while you're sitting there on why you got spanked." And with that he pulled my knickers down and resumed 'teaching me a lesson' on my bare bottom. I struggled more than I needed to but it was totally useless he's far too strong for me. He let me up about fifteen minutes before my appointment and I had to rush to get dressed and put my face straight. As I was about to leave he grabbed his keys and said he'd drop me off, it's less than five minutes by car but difficult to park so I usually walk. He quickly scribbled a little note and pinned it on the front door saying 'back in 5' with his phone number on it.

My backside was warmer than toast in the car and remained so a good way into my manicure. Sam was chatting away as she always does but I wasn't catching half of what she was talking about, I was thinking about my spanking and weirdly how sexy I felt sitting there having my nails done so soon after it, with my bum still on fire.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx