I did get spanked but not because it was my 3rd blogiversary.
Saturday I got my comeuppance, my dues, I paid the piper. You might remember that I foolishly agreed to accept twenty four strokes of the cane in exchange for a certain exotic and, I have to say, blissfully satisfying act performed by my husband. The negotiation, on my part, was driven by overwhelming lust and on my husband's by a wicked sense of what he considers fun. I thought he might renegotiate the deal, or even forget it, but it wasn't to be.
We were going out to dine, just the two of us, Italian, the little place we used to frequent but then eased off a bit when they wouldn't give us a downstairs table one evening (they couldn't actually, they were full and we hadn't booked) and P took the hump and decided to teach them a lesson by eating there less frequently. God, men's logic. Anyway I was looking forward to it and had just gone up to the bedroom to get ready when I heard P on the stairs. He doesn't normally get ready till about 5 minutes before the car leaves the drive so my senses were alerted, then the bedroom door opened and in he walked cane in hand.
I put my hand to my mouth and drew a sharp breath, my eyes widened, 'I haven't done anything!' It's always my first reaction, and then 'I've got to get ready....', but my husband just reminded me of the debt I owed, twenty four strokes he reminded me, as he tap-tapped the cane against his left palm. I said there wasn't time but he assured me there was and ordered me to take my trousers off, turn around and bend over with my elbows on the bed. I felt him lift my shirt tail and then his thumb hooked into the elastic of my knickers and they were down to mid thigh in a trice. At that point I whimpered, I think I always do that, too, and then I tried one last time to plead my way out of it, not because I'm dishonourable but because it was the wrong time in my opinion.
The second and third followed swiftly, hardly giving me time to catch my breath and by the fifth I couldn't help it I shot upright with hands clasped to bottom, stomping my right leg and making a woooooing noise through clenched teeth. P gave a me a moment and then told be to resume my position, his face was impassive, I turned back towards the bed but remained standing, then felt his left hand against my tummy and his right between my shoulders easing me back into position. He cautioned me not to get up again or he'd restrain me, his voice was firm, he told me a deal was a deal and to remember this next time my lust overshadowed my commonsense. Then he resumed my caning, the next six or seven I think were still very hard but then I detected a change and his left hand rested in the small of my back for the last dozen, to help me through.
"Now finish off getting ready, put something nice on, your face looks really cute you know after you've been spanked," he just said casually and then he was off downstairs to catch the news.
Half an hour later we were on our way into town, my backside burning in the leather seat, P put his hand on my knee and told me I looked years younger after I'd been spanked too. God I'm sure he'd have seen me blush madly if it hadn't been dark in the car. I felt like a teenager, we had a lovely meal and on the way home I think we both fancied early to bed. Unfortunately our son's car and a friend's were on the drive but that's life.
I'd paid my dues anyway, and you know next time he makes the offer, if there is a next time, I'll do exactly the same again.
Ronnie
xx
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