Spanking Corner

So my husband was true to his word over the Christmas period, he did devote some time to making a constructive area for our granddaughter's indoor use (supervised naturally), he didn't go over the top, but he arranged some drawers and a 'work bench' as he calls it with storage areas and a protected floor covering. It's where she can draw, paint, chalk on a blackboard and make models and craft stuff. She took to it right away, kids like things which are 'theirs' and where exciting stuff happens, the trouble is she wants him to be doing stuff with her all the time, she's actually ordered me away from it a couple of times, hilarious, I think I'll have to wait for her to 'invite' me to come and make something with her.

I told P it was great, but he'll have to re-think where he's put stuff soon because she's due to transition from cot to bed any time and that will alter how her room is spaced. He said that was no problem he'd just change it to suit. I told him funny how he can find time so easily, no problem, to do things like that where our g/d is concerned yet when I ask him very reasonably to do little jobs for me I usually have to cajole him to get them done.
 
'Well that depends on the jobs,' he said, 'I think I always do things which are important, I just prioritise.'
 
He was smiling. I know he thinks I make some unnecessary requests at times but I really wouldn't make them if they weren't important to me and therefore, to my mind, both of us.
 
'Maybe I'll make a little spanking corner somewhere if you're feeling left out,' he said still smiling. 'When I send you there you'll know what's in store and you'll be getting my undivided attention in it when required.'
 
I told him not to make too much effort as it probably wouldn't get much use. That stopped him smiling and I instantly wished I hadn't said it or at least not in the slightly truculent way I had. He asked me if I was complaining and if I was spit it out. I told him I wasn't, I hadn't meant it to sound that way.
 
'That's good,' he said, 'because if I thought you were you'd be over my knee in a flash.' I was watching his face, he still wasn't smiling but there was humour in his eyes. Quick decision time.
 
'I'm complaining,' I said.
 
He marched me into the bedroom and plonked me over his knee on the bed. I was still in my dressing gown which he pulled roughly up, Oh good I like it like this, I thought to myself whilst making appropriate squeals and pleas for him not to do what I desperately wanted him to do. He spanked my bare bottom good and hard for several minutes maybe as many as six or seven minutes which is quite a long time for almost continuous hard spanking even though it was hand only. I was flushed, very hot and relieved when he stopped.
 
'So are you still complaining?; he asked as his hand slid between my thighs from behind.
 
'No,' I answered sniffling meekly and pushing my super heated bottom against his wrist as his hand found my wetness.
 
'Good,' he said. 'So where shall I make the little spanking corner?' He asked as his hand got wetter between my legs.
 
I told him he knew he couldn't do that really, especially as our g/d grows up, she notices more all the time and is very inquisitive, we certainly can't leave anything lying around when she's with us. He said, Ah well you can't say I didn't offer, then he rolled me off his lap and said that was enough talking there were better things for mouths to do. I thought he was going to go down on me, he knew I was soaking by now.
 
'I haven't showered yet,' I protested, knowing it had never stopped him in the past but the bastard didn't.
 
'That's alright,' he said, 'neither have I.' And he guided my head down to his crotch where his turgid cock was straining for release. I pulled the waist of his underwear down and felt myself moisten further as I inhaled his musk and took him in my mouth. He must have been pretty urgent because he spurted in seconds and I had trouble sucking and swallowing at the same time. I wished he'd held out longer because I think I would have cum as well. I lay my head against his thigh as a couple of weak spurts and dribbles followed, and he twirled my hair telling me to lick up which I did. I lay a bit longer hoping he'd do me too, god I wanted it, but he didn't. He just told me to go shower and if I was a good girl for the rest of the day he might deal with me later.
 
I was a very good and 'hot' girl for the rest of the day, I can assure you, and when he kept his promise just before dinner time it was mind-blowing.
 
More, please:)

Stay safe.  Now more than ever -  social distance, wear your face coverings and keep washing your hands.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx