I need a Spanking, Sir

Are spankings synonymous with sex? They always have been for me; even when they're meted out for non sexual purposes the frisson caused by them, before and after (sometimes quite a while after) and I think they still are. Or maybe thought they still were.

I only say it because I hadn't had either during the past week (busy and having granddaughter staying over) then on the weekend, Sunday morning to be precise, my husband surprised and delighted me by not getting straight out of bed and down the road to the paper shop, a habit I doubt he'll ever stop in spite of everything being available online, but instead sliding his hand sideways to gently touch my thigh and see if I was awake. I was.

I didn't say anything, just let a little murmur out. He told me he'd had a dream, a really weird one, he'd been spanking someone in it but he didn't think it was me, he couldn't see their face though so it might have been. I said how awful and what was the spanking for and how long did it go on for and did they cry and such like nonsense, not believing for one minute that he'd really had such a dream and was just playing. He said he couldn't remember exactly, you know what dreams are like, but it had to be quite hard because she was struggling quite a lot and swearing (Ah, it could have been me then) and yes she was definitely crying towards the end. His hand was moving further up my leg by now, he left pauses between words to stretch it out, and then his middle finger was rubbing me through my knickers which were dampening rapidly. I asked him how it had ended.

What had broken the dream or did he just wake up. He said he didn't just wake up, the woman got louder and started bucking and then begging him. 'Oh, and did you stop?' I asked. 'She wasn't begging me to stop,' he said, 'she was begging for it harder.'

Oh my goodness, at that point I felt myself gush a little and then P's finger was under the gusset of my knickers and into my wetness and I came, biting onto a fistful of duvet to stifle my noise. After I got my breath back I said 'Oh fuck fuck you should have dreams like that more often, you really should, I needed that'. I put my head on his chest and pushed the duvet off him intending to show some wifely appreciation but he held my hand away, kissed my forehead and got out of bed. He said I could look after him later when I came and asked him for my spanking and that was that, his shorts and t-shirt were on and he was away for the papers.

I lay awhile, snug and warm post cumming, I didn't want a spanking, post orgasm spankings are terrible anyway and didn't think I would want one later. But, come the afternoon, after a few jobs around the house and a trip to town, I was getting feelings, I think P's dream had been playing with my sub conscious all day. He hadn't mentioned it again but I felt I owed him and, in a completely un sexy way, I wanted to get the spanking the girl in his dream had got.

So I went to him and asked, unceremoniously, if I could please have a spanking, a good sound one. I could hardly believe my own words. P didn't look surprised or anything, just told me to come with him and he took me upstairs to our little office, closed the window and sat in the middle of the futon. I looked down at his shorts and imagined from his bulge that I would be getting a good mouthful after I'd had my spanking, which I really wanted to be hard. Well it certainly was and I cried out like the supposed girl in my husband's dream for it to be harder and he obliged. I didn't want sex but I did want to thank my husband for what he'd just done and for earlier and for just being. It didn't take long for him to fill my mouth with me sniffling and murmuring and swallowing like a good girl. I still didn't want sex I was sated sore and happy.

I wonder if it would have been the same if I hadn't had that early morning surprise. I doubt it but I must say it was a nice feeling to just get spanked for its own sake and then service my spanker in the time honoured way.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx