I got Slut-Spanked

This happened last weekend.

And loved it. It happened on the weekend and it was after I'd spent more or less a whole day on Thursday with a lovely long time old friend who, I learned, had been wearing leggings for ages and had them on that day and I had to admit they didn't look bad. She does keep herself fit and no doubt that had something to do with it but, even so, they were smart, comfortable and, she told me almost conspiratorially, extremely cheap.

You may remember I've had a bit of a thing about leggings, reluctant to wear them then getting the wrong end of my husband's 'appreciation' of them, then doing nothing about it when I did finally see the light. Anyway my friend enlightened me and, an eye-opener for me, told me where she bought them from and better still took me there. I thought how funny we used to visit the JL store until they closed it and now here we were entering a Primark, a first visit for me I have to admit, but it won't be the last. It's leggings heaven and the prices are ridiculous, you can buy a pair of leggings cheaper than a cup of coffee! So I bought four pairs, different colours, all a size down. Well they stretch don't they!

On Saturday, which was hot, I put on a calf length light grey pair with a skimpy camisole top. I was outside repositioning garden furniture as we'd just had our fascias and gutters cleaned and the guy had shuffled things around. P came out to help me, he noticed my attire immediately and commented that he thought I'd be in shorts, it was going to get really warm he said. I said, 'Oh these are almost as good as shorts I hardly know I've got them on; in fact without any knickers they're almost like a second skin.' That got his attention and he came across as I was bending to lift a chair and lightly cupped my buttock.

'I hope you weren't wearing these while Paul was suctioning and cleaning and doing his work, he could have found them quite distracting,' he said.

'Oh, I put them on intentionally for that reason,' I answered, 'to see if other men shared your taste for slutty clothes.'

'And did he?' P asked.

'Well I didn't think so at first so I started bending and generally doing stuff I didn't really need to do and I noticed him slyly looking.'

'Hmmm. I think I need a word with you inside,' said my husband, taking me gently but firmly by the arm.

He took me upstairs and told me women who acted like sluts deserved to be treated like sluts (Oh fuck, P, that's music to my ears). He steered me into the office, this was getting better it usually meant an implement would be used. One was, after he'd laid me across his lap on the futon and spanked considerable fire into my backside, keeping my leggings in place 'to retain the heat'. He told me to get up and bend across the desk facing the window, it was warm and we were both sweating a bit, him from exertion and me from getting my slutty backside hand-thrashed. I heard him reach and rummage on top of the bookcase and then heard the swish of his cane as he sliced thin air with it for effect. Oh it had an effect alright and I felt my leggings moisten with excitement and fear.

He gave me six with my leggings still on and they stung like the devil and then six more after pulling them down to my thighs. I was jiggling my legs stomping the floor and squealing and loving it especially the lecture that went with it, rubbish about enticing other men and lascivious behaviour. He didn't give me chance to answer, he just said, 'Well you won't be disappointed you little slut, you've had your bottom caned and now you're going to get what you were after.' I heard him pulling his shorts down and felt his quads hot against my thighs as he lined up and entered me roughly and in a hurry, I gasped at the force of his invasion and had difficulty catching up even though I'd been seething for the past twenty minutes. He'd unloaded and was on empty but still firm when I came and gushed over his cock then flopped down onto the desk with him still in me.

'I'm afraid there's stuff dripping into your leggings, you little slut,' he said.

'Don't worry,' I said, 'I've got plenty more.'

I still don't think I'll be wearing them out.

Stay safe. Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx