The best spankings

....are the ones that come naturally and unexpectedly and end with a dismissal. Well that's my opinion. Sometimes. The weekend just past being one of those occasions. I read somewhere, but didn't keep the link, that there are Type 1 and Type 2 spankings (I think it might have been Spanking Theatre) and to cut it short, Type 1 is a spanking during which sexual pleasure is experienced and Type 2 in which it is not although a while afterwards, which could be minutes hours or even days, sexual desires are kindled in retrospect.

So I got the Type 2. I got it on Saturday afternoon after an argument or rather during one being as we hadn't finished arguing when I got spanked. It was over something silly to start with, as is often the case, and then as more wood got piled on the fire and voices got raised and silly barely related matters were raised. It's me more than my husband who kicks off and what he calls 'petty' things to say whereas he stays firmly entrenched in his position and, if anything, becomes more logical which only infuriates me more because I don't have the same logic as him to hit back with hence the insults and stuff, most of which I know is untrue or unfair but I still say them.
 
It was all to do with our son's family moving house which they want to do before what they believed was going to be a stamp duty increase but we now know will not likely be the case. But that doesn't matter, commitments have been made which have involved us in several ways which I won't go into but they are significant. I know now that I had got the wrong end of the stick (pun not intended) on some of them but I didn't know that at the start of our argument and I was too heated during it to rationalise or back down.
 
Anyway P stopped talking, and decided enough was enough. He walked out of the lounge and put the snib on the front door (he only ever does that when he means business) as there was a chance our son might call over and he has a key, then he marched back into the lounge and over to the sofa where I was sitting still leaning forward on the edge of the seat  "I suppose you think you can solve everything with a good spanking, I know why you've locked the door, well you fucking well can't!" I said and made to get up. I intended to go upstairs but he caught my arm and held me there while he sat on the sofa himself and drew me across his lap. Futile struggling got me nowhere in fact it just made the humiliation worse. I should know that by now but I was angry and if I'd had the ability to hit out and I would have at that moment.
 
It didn't last long though. Within seconds he was spanking my backside, I had a thin linen pair of trousers on which did nothing to douse the sting and P spanked really hard using the full weight of his hand arm and upper body, I could tell he meant it. I was shouting a lot and I meant it too I wanted him to get the fuck off me and I told him I was going to sleep in the spare room tonight and maybe longer and he didn't even answer me. Instead he paused and I thought I'd stopped him in his tracks and I froze too waiting to hear what he had to say but all he did was reach round and unclip my trousers and drag them to my knees. and spanked harder than before in fact I think the hardest I can ever remember by hand and I didn't love it at all or get sexy or try to grind against his thigh or anything. Except scream and shout and struggle and eventually run out of puff and lay there taking it and sensing that he knew he'd spanked me enough. Then he stopped and told me to get up. I strode from the room sniffling and stomped up the stairs. In the bedroom I wanted to cry but couldn't in case he heard me.
 
It was a good two hours before I went back downstairs, by which time he was in the garden emptying plant pots. I didn't go out to help but I did knock the window and make a 'T' sign to him and he put his thumb up so I made him one and took it out and left it on the patio table for him. Peace offering.
 
When he eventually came back in he was completely normal, I think I must have looked sullen because he told me to put my face straight but I just said my bottom hurt. Which it still did and still was when we were eating dinner later but by then my 'Type 2' emotions were starting to come into play and we were talking normally but avoiding the subject which had caused the argument and we avoided it for the rest of the weekend. I have already apologised for the things I said and we've made up.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx