I really shouldn't use the word hurricane in respect of the high
winds which have affected the UK last weekend, not when I
see coverage on TV of real hurricanes affecting people in other parts of the
world, but Happy High Winds doesn't sound so neat. Anyway the unusually
windy weather got me spanked and the noise it made covered the noise I
made so I was thankful for it, although not when it kept me awake at
night.
The wind strength overnight Friday and into Saturday was exceptional. We
were going to an informal dinner at a friend's house,
we were going to have fresh made pizzas (he does his own dough) with
choice of toppings and I said we'd bring over some rosemary bread,
ciabatta and a selection of olives. We have a little baker in town who's
been going for about a year and a half, he's brilliant, artisan, he
sells out every day by mid morning and closes shop so you have to be
there early if you want something specific. We also have an open market
on weekends and an olive bar is amongst the stalls with a good and
different range which you can pick and mix from. So P came with me and
dropped me near the bakers while he went to park the car and I got in
the queue (line to you US guys) outside his door, yes they were waiting
for him to open. P said he'd go to the market after he'd parked and we'd
meet there.
So my part went well enough I got the bread I wanted, it smells so
wonderful in his shop I would have been happy queueing longer, then
walked to the town square to find my husband. When I got there the area
was almost blank, only about four or five stalls were set up from what
normally must be about thirty or more. P was talking to the veg man, who
he knows, and apparently the atrocious winds and forecast for more
throughout the day had put traders off and they'd decided it wasn't
worth attending with likely low numbers of people and the risk of having
their canopies and produce blown around the square. Too risky.
Unfortunately the olive man wasn't amongst the heroes who'd decided to
risk it. My beaming smile and bag of still warm bread wasn't enough to
take the look of disappointment off P's face. I put my arm though his
and said not to worry we'd have some nice dips before our pizzas, then I
noticed an Indian trader had made it and said we could always take some
bhajis and vegetable samosas to pick at. My grumpy husband said they
wouldn't be in keeping with what was planned. He said he would walk up
to MandS and see what they'd got on the shelf and I said OK I wanted
to go to Superdrug for some toiletries so we'd meet back on the square.
We parted and I thought within seconds that MandS have moved their
site to out of town, I turned to call P but he was already well on his
way and there was no point shouting into the wind he wouldn't have heard
me.
I got the stuff I wanted and returned to the square, P wasn't there, I
went and bought a mixture off the Indian guy while I waited. When P
finally returned he didn't have kind words for MandS, or for me for
not telling him they'd moved, or for a little deli that's recently
opened in a small boutique under the old Corn Exchange but didn't have
any olives. 'I mean what sort of deli doesn't have ****ing olives', he
said.
So we walked back to the car and it wasn't until we go in it that he
realised I'd bought some Indian food because the smell was wonderful and
you couldn't miss it. He told me it was no good we wouldn't be using it
and I should take it back. I refused and told him not to be silly and
said I'd phone Jane and ask her what she thought but he said no way,
really adamant, we'd stick to what we'd promised. I said well look on
the bright side, we've got half of what we'd promised, my half actually,
it was his half that was lacking. He said well I'd just wasted a tenner
or whatever on the Indian food because it would be going in the bin.
Then he told me I needed a good spanking for even thinking about it let
alone buying it, especially after he'd said no. Then we were quiet for a
bit and I thought about what he'd said and I knew darn well I'd done a
sensible thing but, hey, a spanking's a spanking, so I kind of
sheepishly said I was sorry.
Nothing more was said until about a mile out of town he hit the brakes
and screeched a bit as he turned last minute at a roundabout, he said
sorry for it he doesn't normally drive badly, I could see he was heading
for Waitrose. I told him they don't do their olive bar any longer, he
said he knew that, worse luck, but they still had a deli counter and it
definitely had a decent range of olives. So to cut it short we got some,
he cheered up and we went home.
Later in the morning, towards lunchtime, he told me I'd be having a
lovely little assortment of Indian food for lunch. I told him no way it
would spoil my appetite as I'd already had a breakfast. 'Hmph, thought
as much,' he said, 'it'll be going in the bin then, shocking waste.'
I said I was sorry again.
'Not as sorry as you're going to be,' he said. And he took me upstairs,
to the bedroom not the office. He wasn't in a bad mood at all and nor
was I, you have to know by now that I have an agreeable if not always
understandable relationship with my husband and spankings, it is
unwritten but covers the whole spectrum of spankings from near tearful
punishment to sexy foreplay and everything in between. I guessed what
was coming here and my heart was thumping for it.
I was right, I got my knickers taken down and ended up across his lap on
the bed with him giving me a lecture on food waste and disobeying him.
Oh he makes it sound so bad but actually it's music to my ears and he
can spank me as hard and as long as he thinks he should for my
'wrongdoing' and I just get wetter and wetter. Eventually I started crying
out but the cries were overpowered by the howling wind and the annoying
garden chimes our neighbour has, as well as someones fence way up the
hill which had obviously come loose and was flapping like crazy.
Unfortunately my spanking was stopped short, although I think it was
probably near its end anyway, when we heard an enormous crash on our
terrace P said quick get off my lap and dashed to the window. He
couldn't see what it was but said he needed to find out and he left me
there with my knickers down with just a parting 'I hope you've learned
your lesson.'
He didn't come back up and I made myself respectable and went downstairs fifteen minutes later. He was still outside sweeping up fragments of
terracotta from a very large Italian plant pot which had blown over and
smashed, and re-siting some of the other stuff so that they were wedged
against each other and couldn't meet the same fate. I went out and
helped him.
When we were done we went in and had a mug of tea. I repeated I was
sorry about wasting the Indian food and told him my bottom still hurt
from the spanking he'd given me. He said not to worry about the food,
he'd be freezing it, it would come out fine. I said 'Bastard so you
spanked me for nothing.'
'Not at all,' he said, 'I spanked you for disobeying. And I haven't finished yet.'
I'm sure I felt a dribble. We finished our tea, neither of us had lunch,
he took me upstairs again but he didn't spank me. Instead he fucked me
and thank goodness the wind was still doing its job although thankfully
not on any more of our plant pots.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
Friday, 15 February 2019
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13 comments:
Such a sexy experience, loved the last line especially... so naughty!
Perhaps spankings for food waste would be a good way to reduce the shocking wastage that goes on in supermarkets and farms these day. I'm sure rows and rows of bare-bottomed farmhands and checkout girls would soon alleviate the problem :D
I'm so glad P decided to freeze the Indian food. A shame to throw it away. Were the pizzas yummy?
Hugs,
Hermione
Yay, Ronnie! ... happy for you that you got the spanking P figured you deserved ... but you didn't think you deserved but still wanted ... lol! and the food ... all of it ... sounded yummy! ... nj ... xx
You two are so cute.
Well, the weather was unkind to you both but at least it led to you getting a spanking and more! Fun read, Ronnie.
Rosie xx
Well, I am glad it was mutually enjoyable!
Boo
Hi Ronnie,
Firstly, I have to say I detest olives but love indian food lol, and I'm sure it would have gone down well. I'm glad it didn't go to waste and that P got his olives in the end.
What a wonderful dayyou had, I love it! Hope the evening went just as well.
The wind is howling here as I write. It is notoriously windy where we are.
Hugs
Roz
Such a a naughty young lady.. 😉
Are you sure the Hurricane wasn't P,
he seem to have a lot of wind in his sail😁
Wishing you and yours a spanktastic' weekend
1ManView
P.s.. Yes I really liked the post...
Wow! That was quite a fun adventure to read about, Ronnie! :) P got his olives, you got your spanking, and the curry was saved! Wins all around! Have a fun weekend! Many hugs and love,
❤️Katie xoxo
I have an Indian G.P. and would spank her and eat her if she were my wife but not as good if she would only allow me too
I have an Indian G.P. and would spank her and eat her if she were my wife but not as good if she would only allow me too
What a lovely day. Going out shopping for good food, being spanked, making love, and then going to friends for dinner.
enjoyed reading your adventures
bottoms up
Red
Q Buzz - P wouldn't spank me for food waste, he hates it. Thanks.
Hermione - He doesn't waste food at all. The pizzas were great. I haad a vegetarian one. Thanks.
Nora Jean - You are right, I did and didn't but glad it happened of course. Thanks.
S G - Thanks:)
Rosie - Hello. The whole day was lovely. Thanks.
Boo - It certainly was. Thanks.
Roz - Thanks. I used to hate olives as well but kept trying one here and there and now I really do like them. I hope the winds have eased for you.
1MV - LOL. Thank you. It was a good one.
❤️Katie - Thanks. I like win wins:)
Richard - What can I say. Thanks.
Red - Thank you. The day couldn't have been better.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
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