....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