Mothers Day got me Spanked

I was glad of the spanking but not of the circumstances. You see we were invited to Sunday lunch at our son's place, his wife's mom and partner too plus her mom who's in her eighties and a lovely lady. So lots of moms together from different generations, it sounded great to me until P ruined it saying he couldn't make it. Why, I asked him. He told me because there was a meeting he had to attend at the Village hotel at 5pm and he couldn't make it in time.

I was angry, what sort of effing meeting happens on a Sunday, Mothering Sunday of all days, at that time in the bloody afternoon. It was ridiculous and I told him so but then he reminded me that the meeting was with a group, it had been postponed from last month because the main speaker from Australia had to cancel last minute. I remembered but I was still mad and I said he should cancel it he could meet the bloke some other time, family gatherings are more important. He said it was just Sunday lunch, which he didn't like doing anyway, and he wasn't prepared to cancel.

He said I should go on my own. I said that wasn't correct. We argued a bit and I told him he better tell our son then, because I wasn't going to and I stormed off upstairs. A few minutes later P came up and found me in the bedroom sitting on the bed staring at a blank phone screen pretending I was doing something interesting. He came over and took my phone off me, put it on the dresser and pulled me up off the bed, dragged me round to his side and sat square in the middle. He reached under the mattress and found our Leatherthorn Rose Paddle, 

I couldn't remember when it had last been used or how come he knew it was exactly there. Anyway it was clear what he intended to do and I moved to get away from him but he had my left arm and pulled me roughly across his lap my torso on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge with his lap as a fulcrum.

I only had shorts on (and yes I had a top on as well) He wrenched them down and took the Leatherthorn to me, he did it hard and fast and told me straight that he'd already made a commitment and it was quite important and I should respect that fact and getting stroppy about it wouldn't improve anything, nor would going off in a huff. I was struggling a lot, I didn't want to hear it and I didn't want to be spanked while I was hearing it. He must have given me easily fifty solid strokes maybe a lot more. After he was done my backside was numb and he told me to get my phone and call our son and tell him exactly what the situation was. He stood by the window watching until I did it. I was glaring him but I made the call. Embarrassing and I was still angry but I was nice as pie as soon as our son answered and we chatted and I explained the situation and then our son solved it. He simply said, 'Mom, why don't I just make it an hour earlier and that will leave Dad enough time to get across to his meeting. You can spend the rest of the day with us until he comes back to collect you'.

P could tell from my demeanour that something had changed. I told our son to hang on and I relayed what he'd said to P, who agreed straight away. So that was that fixed, so easy and I hung up. I still didn't want to talk with P in fact I wanted him to leave the bedroom because I was still angry but he was back to his usual frustrating calmness. He said we could have worked that out without all the bad temper and me having to get spanked. I didn't answer him I just hmph'd. Then he said he was going downstairs and did I want a cup of tea, I said 'I suppose so'.

He disappeared and I put the rose paddle back under the mattress. My rear end had recovered feeling and was conveying a dull persistent burn. It was kind of sexy as I pulled my shorts back on but I wasn't going to make that obvious to him.

I went down to have a cup of tea. And make my peace.

Ronnie
xx