Spanked for putting my lippy on

Well it wasn't quite that straightforward, I was actually spanked for pulling the rear view mirror off - completely off - the windscreen of P's car. I didn't even know they could come off, I thought they must be moulded into the glass or something when the cars were made. Anyway I found out, as we were entering Waitrose car park, they can come off and it did when I turned it to towards me to adjust my lipstick. It fell down and just swung there from a bunch of cables. P wasn't amused.

"Well don't just leave it swinging," he said, "support it until I park and then I'll sort it out."

 I felt guilty but then angry that it had fallen off, I hadn't wrenched it or anything. Well we parked and P took hold of it and after a bit of figuring out, took the case off and unplugged the cables and laid it on the back seat. He couldn't understand how it had parted from the glass, there were no marks or holding bracket or anything.

"I wish you hadn't done that," he said. "Why did you do it anyway, you don't need lipstick on to shop and you've got a mirror your side, why the hell twist the driving mirror round."

I knew I'd get the blame, I told him they were meant to twist weren't they, I mean to adjust for different drivers. Then I said it was probably all the bumps the car manages to find on the roads that had shaken it loose. He told me not to be so ridiculous. I said well it's done, are you coming inside? He said it was a bloody nuisance and would have to be fixed. Well that was obvious.

We got the stuff we needed but driving out from the car park P took a right at the roundabout instead of a left which would have taken us into town. I asked him where he was going and he said to the garage he uses to see if they could fix it. Pointless, I said, just phone them and take it in whenever they can do it but P didn't see it that way, funny how men can get so heated about their cars. He still hadn't gotten over me using it in the first place and reminded a couple of times it was my fault. It's less than ten minutes to the garage and P stopped and spoke with the owner who he knows. He came over to the car and looked inside, just one glance and out again shaking his head to P. He told him they couldn't do it, the fixing disc had sheered away with the mirror and a windscreen specialist would be best to fix it. He gave P a card from the office with a name and number.

"See the trouble you've caused. So I've got to get a windshield company to fix it. Ridiculous, I've never had this happen before in all the years I've been driving."

"Bloody car," I said. I've never liked it.

Well that did it. We were only five minutes from where we live and P just drove straight home. I knew what it meant of course, I was going to get my backside warmed. I told him I'd pay for the repair but he said that wasn't the point, it was the inconvenience and the stupidity and 'unnecessariness' of it, all because of my bloody lipstick. I told him a girl's lipstick is part of her dress and the mirror must have been crap anyway and would probably have fallen off on the motorway when he was driving and how would he have liked that. Stupid German car.

We got home and P took me straight upstairs after dumping the shopping in the kitchen. He must have been stacking up a few scalding phrases on the short drive, he wouldn't have been happy with my attitude and I knew I could have put things better but frankly I didn't want to, I like the kind of spanking I knew was coming every now and again. When I know he's genuinely pissed with me but I also know it won't drag on. So I ended up across his lap in the office with my knickers dragged down to my thighs getting my bottom reddened whilst my husband shouted the riot act at me, what I should and shouldn't do, not caring about the damage I'd caused, blaming the car, never taking responsibility lah - de - dah etc etc. I argued back a bit but eventually gave up and took my medicine then after several minutes struggling and squealing started saying sorry and pleading with him to stop. He did finally but had to have the last words.

"And don't you dare ever even think of putting your precious lipstick on in my driving mirror again! Understood?"

"Yes P. I'm sorry really I am."  I think that's the part he really likes. If he were a gorilla he'd be standing up beating his chest but instead he just told me to put myself straight, whatever that means, and he went off downstairs. A couple of minutes later he was back, I was still in the office. He told me to get myself ready we were going into town. I said what about the car.

"Oh I've just spoken with the windscreen bloke, he can't come for a couple of days but he can definitely fix it and it will be good as new."

"You mean you can drive it, the loss of vision won't bother you, it's legal not to have the mirror up?" I asked. He said yes to all that, no problem.

 "Then you spanked my bottom really hard for no reason?" I asked with a pout.

"Not at all. I had lots of reasons and I told you them while you were over my lap. Do you need a reminder?" He patted my bum through my jeans, it was sore and I winced. I didn't need a reminder, a trip to the bedroom would have been welcome though. I didn't say that, I made do with town instead.

The mirror hasn't been fixed yet but when the guy comes to do it I'll make sure I pay if I'm around. Just to show him I do care and I do listen.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx