First the curtains then my knickers

They both came down, the first was an accident the second was not. You see I pulled the one side of our bedroom curtain down, it's just a simple pole type in two halves and when I opened the right half, it just came away from the wall causing the curtain, which is quite heavy, and all the rings to slide to one side which put stress on the centre support so that broke too and the left curtain hung limply in the balance. I went and told P.

"I think the plaster gave way on one of the bedroom curtains, it's come off its fixing, well both sides actually because one affected the other." I told him sheepishly. Not 'I pulled the curtain off the wall' but 'I think the plaster gave way...'

"Shit," was his response, "I'm not half way through the newspaper, couldn't you have waited a while? No on second thoughts you're quite late enough getting up anyway." I'm sure he just added that for good measure, he was irritated that I'd disturbed him. Nonetheless he retrieved his toolbox from the garage and marched upstairs. I left him to it.

Half an hour later, after some drilling and cursing when all the rings fell off as he was re-fixing, he was downstairs and shouted he wouldn't mind a cup of tea as he went to put his toolbox away. He came into the kitchen before the kettle had boiled and told me to wait, not to make it yet. I asked him why not and he just told me to come with him upstairs he wanted to show me something. When we got up there he showed me what he'd done and pointed to the old fixing which had caused the problem, there was loose plaster around it, he said it would have taken quite some yanking to cause that. He was going to have to re-plaster over it and then make the wall covering good. I thought 'Oh here we go, leading up to my fault no doubt'.

Well I was right, he did say it was my fault. I said I seemed to remember the plaster had been a bit weak when he initially fitted them but he wouldn't hear of it and said he wouldn't have fixed them if it had been, he would have fixed the plaster first. Then he told me he was going to spank me for all the trouble I'd caused him. I said, 'Come on it was only half an hour and it wasn't my fault honestly'.

"Hmm," he said, "well OK then I won't spank you let's go and have that cup of tea." I just stood there, mind spinning.

"Well I suppose I might have been a bit careless," I said, "and with your rotten fixing it was bound to come down at some time." That sealed my fate.

I thought thank goodness, never look a gift horse in the mouth. My husband lifted my robe and put me across his lap on the bed. I squealed and protested but he knew from my body language that it wasn't for real and I sensed from his words that he wasn't really that pissed off with me. Then he pulled my knickers down and gave me a thorough, methodical spanking covering every centimetre of my backside and telling me off as he did it, about being heavy handed and not caring because I didn't have to do the fixing when things went wrong etc etc. I like being scolded when I'm spanked, even when I know the words aren't true.

"Let that be a lesson to you to be more careful," he said. "Now let's get that cup of tea."

"No yet," I said. "I just want to say sorry first."

I slithered off his lap onto the floor and rested my chin on his thigh while I fiddled with his zipper. He was already hard so I didn't have much to do after I released his cock, I just moved up closer and took it in my mouth, mumbling between licks and sucks how sorry I was for being such a clumsy girl and asking if he could forgive me. I felt his balls tighten and heard a low moan and felt certain he was going to forgive me. A few seconds later he did, with a massive roar and I swallowed and lapped as much as I could. I kept my head in his lap for a while watching his little after spasms and catching the yum on my tongue to save the duvet:)

As he was doing his pants up, P told me the plaster had actually been a bit weak. "No, darling," I said, "it was definitely my clumsiness." We both laughed.

Ronnie
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