Ten minutes of Heaven

I got spanked, I'm pleased to say, on the weekend. I think it was probably meant to be educational, tongue in cheek, in fact I know it was because my husband told me it was and I never doubt my husband, LOL. It was a follow-up on the threat he made about giving me a sound spanking and lecture on the ins and outs of mask wearing. He actually threw in a few other niggles he had about how the covid situation is being mishandled (his opinion) and how we don't see eye to eye about it. I don't know if he had a script hidden away but he quoted lots of figures, percentages, data and stuff which bores me to death. I couldn't repeat a single number or important fact but it did educate me in way, or perhaps reminded would be a better word, it reaffirmed what I already know from instinct and experience, that it pays to be in disagreement with P.

I have bugged him a bit, on and off, since he made the threat. Enough to just irritate him, but I increased it on Friday/Saturday as there was more media coverage. I genuinely believe I'm more right than my husband but my purpose was not to prove my point but to get spanked. Well I was successful. It got me a few minutes over his knee with my shorts down getting a good hand spanking across my knickered bum and then quite a bit longer with my knickers wrenched down to my knees after he accused me of not paying attention and I agreed that I hadn't been because it all sounded like crap.

"We'll see if it gets your attention when I take your knickers down then." It always annoys him when I bait him like that. And it always gets me a sore bum. Or I should say sorer.

Anyway I suppose it went on for near enough ten minutes, no implements just his hand, well hands actually as he spanks from the top with his left periodically to improve coverage and to give his right a break. I wiggled and squealed quite a lot towards the end because it was hurting and his final volley was particularly hard and I cried out Please! a few times. I was sweating and panting after and lay still for while wondering who would make the first move, would his hand rest on my bottom, would I be dismissed, should I slide off his lap and lay my head on his thigh and say I was sorry, which I wasn't. The first move came from my husband. He pulled my knickers back up for me.

"There," he said. "Now let's see if we can have the rest of the day without any pandemic related discourse."

I slid from his lap and told him I'd do my best. My elbow had brushed against the front of his jeans and I knew he was hard so I pulled his zipper down and nuzzled against it murmuring that I was sorry I'd been such a pain. He just grunted and his fingers started twirling in my hair. I got both hands to his crotch, splayed the zip wide and pulled tugged his underpands forward to release his cock. I told him I still didn't fully agree with him and could he agree to disagree a little bit sometimes or did he think I might benefit from another spanking. I didn't wait for him to reply, I saw his glistening cock respond and that was enough for me. I did the decent thing, to a growl which grew into a frightening roar from my husband. I didn't get a proper answer, all he said after a few seconds when he got his voice back was fuck.

Ronnie
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