Predator About

Not a big cat or a polar bear or anything like that but nonetheless something to keep an eye on. I told P to keep an eye on it too and it got me spanked but I shall still be keeping an eye on it, both actually.

You see the predator (I should say potential predator) is a relatively new neighbour, she lives across the road not far away. She's a way too early widow, old enough to be a grandmom but fit enough to be very attractive which she is and really nice. I've got to know her a bit but P never has really, apart from passing the time of day and helping her fix something on her car once. Then on Saturday, which was really warm here, we decided to barbecue outside on the evening, just the two of us, simple stuff. In the afternoon P came inside and told me he'd been chatting with said neighbour, I'll call her Pippa but that's not her real name, and I thought 'that's unusual' but let it pass, and then he said he'd asked her to join us later and share our barbecue. I said 'Oh great' in a bright and breezy away as you do when you're really thinking something else.

So I went a bit quiet and thought about it then asked him how come he'd asked her over and he said she came across while he was cleaning his car and started chatting and he'd asked her casually what she was doing later, she always seems to be driving in and out, but she wasn't doing anything and he just said on the spur of the moment, why not join us for a barbecue if you like, nothing fancy just simple stuff and a couple of beers. He said she looked pleased and said yes right away so that was that. I thought my husband looked a bit pleased too. Hmm.

Well it all went very nicely and I put better shorts on than I would have normally, a good top too, and she brought a decent bottle of wine. P had his usual desert island shorts on, I made him add a t-shirt. We had an enjoyable evening she's good company, there was one point when something triggered a memory which was a bit emotional for Pippa and P tactfully went in to use the bathroom, when he came back the moment had passed, girls sort those sort of things out better than men. We had a few beers, went inside when it got chilly and dark, and had coffee and wine. We finished early, before eleven, and as Pippa walked down the drive P called 'Your turn next'.

Back in the lounge, P said "Smart lady, I like her."

"Oh I could see that easy enough, P, and what do you mean by 'smart' do you mean her clothes or her mind. Or is it both?" It probably wasn't fair. But hey a woman has to protect her territory just in case.

My husband told me I was out of order and flicked the tv on, there was some docu about Freddie Mercury on which he liked, I like Queen too but went to bed after about ten minutes and left him to it. I didn't sleep for ages replaying things that were said and trying to back-spot any little telltale signs.

In the morning P took issue with me. He asked me what all the crap (his word) had been about the previous night and what was my grievance and just to come out and say plainly if I had something on my mind. I lied that I didn't but he can read me too well and soon nudged a few suspicions out of me and even a few virtual accusations which I'll admit were a bit far fetched. Anyway without going into all that detail, I got spanked. To put an end to any nonsense before it got rooted in, said my husband.

He took me up to the office, we can just see her drive from the little window in there, and made me bend over the desk looking out of the window while he took my shorts down and paddled my backside. He used the nearest implement which happened to be Bogey's paddle in the top drawer, which I hate and he loves, and I told him he couldn't do it there somebody might pass by and see me. He said then I'd better try and keep a straight face so nobody would know what was happening back of house, as he put it. He spanked me very hard and lectured me about being a silly girl, he even asked me while he was spanking me if I could see Pippa out on her front and if so maybe she'd look across and see me in the window getting spanked. I just hissed through my teeth that she wasn't out there in fact hardly anybody was thank goodness, just a dog walker went by. 

When he'd done, he told me he didn't want to hear any such nonsense again so I better buck my ideas up. Then he said he was going for a shower and as it was going to be a cracker of a day again and there were no shops open it being Easter Sunday, he'd be going for a walk on the Chase later and if I'd like to go with him I'd be welcome and maybe we'd stop and have a beer and a snack in one of the pubs. I felt like asking if Pippa would be coming but thought better of it. He left me to cool off, bare bottomed over the office desk.

The day got better and we did have lunch out but there's still a little red flag waving in my mind, well maybe a yellow one.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx