'Don't argue with me'

That was what my husband said before he led me into the house, took down my shorts and spanked me, good and hard as they say. Well it didn't seem very good to me at the time, at least not at the start, but then spankings never do when they are settling arguments, especially when both sides believe they're right. Anyway I warmed towards the end of it, well you don't have much choice when you're getting your backside well tanned, and accepted P's point of view.

We'd been sitting in the garden Saturday afternoon with a mug of tea, it was really warm, not sunny but close, the kind of weather you get the odd summer spots of rain but ignore them because you know they won't develop into anything. We were talking, me mainly, about holidays which P has conceded we will organise soon, he wants Spain so that he can brush up his Spanish but I told him the exchange rate has made it one of the most expensive short haul destinations. He said that didn't matter, ha ha, funny how it doesn't matter when it's him wanting to do it. Anyway I'm digressing a bit, the disagreement wasn't about the holiday although it was that conversation which started it. The actual disagreement was about teaching our granddaughter to swim and it came about because P had taught our son to swim before he was eighteen months old, in a pool and in the sea too, and he mentioned asking our son and family if they'd like to spend a few days or longer by the sea depending what they had on. That led him to reminisce briefly and mention swimming. I told him I thought our granddaughter was a bit too young at nine months but I also thought it was her dad's job not her granddad's. Well that started him off.

He said he'd check it out with our son and, why hadn't he thought of it before, he would take our little treasure to the local pool just to get her used to the water and to assess how she responded. I reasserted my belief that she's still a bit young but he would have none of it. Then he had a thought, how would he do the changing stuff, he wasn't very good at that and she's a girl so he couldn't take her into the men's changing room. I told him not to be daft she's a baby so of course he could but he wasn't comfortable with the idea. Then he said I'd have to come too. Now I don't really swim and I hate public swimming pools but he said I could just come anyway and take her into the ladies' changing room and then bring her into the pool and he'd take over, no need for me to even get wet. I told him that was ridiculous and he should just forget the idea for a few months at least, but P doesn't give up on ideas so easily. Anyway we both thought we were right and I said I wasn't going to do it because I genuinely think she's too young. He said he was asking for my assistance, he said, was I going to give it or not. I said not and that was when he got up and took me by the arm into the house. I hadn't even finished my tea.

He spanked me on the sofa, me across his left leg with my feet still on the floor with his right leg locked across the back of my knees to hold me still. My shorts were round my ankles, they actually got kicked off during the spanking, I didn't have any knickers on. Our windows and patio doors were wide open and our neighbours both sides were outside enjoying the weather so I didn't want to make a noise squealing even though I wanted to because it hurt. But surely they must have heard the slaps and wondered what they were, I hissed at P to stop but he wouldn't although he was obviously concerned by the prospect of being heard as he was keeping his voice low as he reprimanded me. When he stopped, he made some comment about my backside being just about red enough for me to start being a bit more cooperative and supportive and such like drivel. He again asked me if I would assist him and this time I said I would if dad and mum also thought it was a good idea. It was my compromise and P accepted it, he even said it was sensible, then the bugger laid his hand on my bottom and said, "There, we could surely have sorted that out without me having to bring you inside and spank you."

"My fault and I deserved it," I said meekly, little spank slut that I am, "I know you're only thinking of our granddaughter and it's a very nice thought." I knew my husband had got a hard on because I could feel it against my left hip. I asked him if I could go and finish my tea now but he said it would be cold, tepid at best. Why didn't he make us both a fresh one when we came downstairs. I said I didn't know we were going upstairs. "Oh we are," he said as he fondled my spanked bottom.

And we did.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx