Our local MP got me spanked

Yes it's true. Well kind of true, indirectly I suppose. My husband said I got myself spanked by being rude and trying to home in on someone else's conversation.

You see we'd returned late from our son's house one evening last week and didn't have anything for dinner. I mean nothing specific in mind, not that we didn't have any food in the house. I asked P on the drive back what he fancied and he was not fussy about anything in particular, we'd been talking over some serious matters and he still had them on his mind, he just said he'd knock something up. I asked him if he fancied diverting into town and stopping for a bite to eat at one of the chain restaurants, just for a change, and we could chew over what we'd been talking about over a glass of wine and someone else could do the cooking. He agreed.
 
To cut to the quick, our local MP came in shortly after we got there with a couple of other guys, all very casual, started talking about politics and Westminster and who was right for this or that job and I could hardly believe my ears. Or, unfortunately, catch full sentences but the snippets were enough to get my attention and that was my downfall. Because I stopped talking with P and tried to focus on what they were saying. I mean I was listening to P but not engaging and it became obvious to him and he asked me why I didn't go and join their table if I was so interested in their conversation.
 
He told me it was me who'd suggested coming here and chatting over a few things and now we were here all I was doing was trying to eaves-drop on someone else and public figure at that. He said it was rude to listen to other people's conversations and it was rude to him personally as he was trying to get my opinion on some serious issues. Anyway I did return to our own discussion and apologised for my distraction but I still strained to hear what was being said behind me and P knew it and lightened up what we were talking about.
 
On the way home from the restaurant, which is only a ten minute drive, I told him I'd enjoyed that and he told me I wouldn't enjoy what was coming when we got home because he was going to spank me. I asked him what for and he said I knew what for. I put my hand on his knee and said I was sorry for not listening properly. He said, 'Listening to who, me or the other table?' He didn't sound particularly angry and I don't think he really was, just a bit annoyed.
 
Anyway when we got in he escorted me over to the sofa, took my jeans down and put me across his lap. He spanked me for several minutes, hard enough to light my fire in more ways than one, then let me sink to the floor. I was sniffling, not because of the spanking but from being upended, and I knelt there a moment looking towards his groin. Sniffle. I told him in my best sniffling voice that I was sorry. I was hoping he might make me show just how sorry I was but he didn't, he just told me I was done and to pull my jeans up.
 
Ten minutes later we were both sitting watching the end of the TV news, P had opened a bottle of wine, and he just came out with 'So what were they actually talking about then, what definite things did you hear?'
 
The bastard. He'd just spanked me for being rude and trying to snoop on their conversation and now he wanted the lowdown. What a hypocrite. I just put my hand on his thigh and squeezed and said I couldn't possibly tell him, it might get me spanked again:):)

Stay safe. Wear your face coverings, social distance and keep washing your hands.

just before I go I wanted to let my readers know that Chross is blogging again. Good to see you Chross.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

BTW the woman with the 'disguise' is of course me. I didn't even know P had used his camera, sneaky.