Wearing
her husband's underpants was a surefire sign Angela needed some corrective treatment. She
got it and was soundly spanked in them.
The
only trouble with wearing her husband's pants, she reflected afterwards, was
the way they retained heat. Her bottom simmered for ages.
If P finds me wearing his underpants I get spanked.
For those who may not have read it, this is one of my more amusing spanking accounts that happened a while ago when I wore his.
......Our family bathroom is way overdue for re-decorating, there's some
flaking paint on the skirting. So on Saturday I told P I'd give it a
quick lick of paint, only take an hour or so while he was at the office.
I put a pair of P's old underpants on and then joked to him that as I
was doing boys work (I know it's not only boys work) better dress
appropriately. "What do you mean", those aren't my jeans".
So I loosened the button and pulled the waistband of his pants up for
him to see what I was wearing underneath my jeans. He doesn't wear them
anymore they're years old, I keep them in my drawer because there's a
story attached to them, anyway there was soon to be another one, or so I
hoped, short sharp and sweet. He took the bait. ''Well you can take
your jeans right off and come with me into the bedroom before you get
started, I can see you're in a cheeky mood and I wouldn't want you doing
a less than exemplary job so I think five minutes across my knee should
help you take it seriously. You'll get the 'boys' work done with a sore
bottom, and you'd better do a good job or it'll be the bath brush when I
get back from the office''.
Now this was all in good fun as you can imagine from my telling but even
so the spanking was carried out with P's customary efficiency and I did
indeed have to get on with it with my cheeky bum well warmed,
I enjoyed
it and looked forward to his return, making sure I'd missed a few
bits. I got the work done minus the missed bits, left the brush out,
silly dizzy me not knowing it needs washing.
Then what happened, our son came home unexpectedly early, I called to
watch out there's wet paint in the bathroom and went about some ironing.
Twenty minutes later son appeared in the kitchen, ''You missed a couple
of bits, Mom, I filled them in for you and cleaned the brush up.'' And
with a peck on the cheek he went to put the brush and paint away in the
garage.
When P returned a bit later he said I'd done a good job, he probably
figured the threat of the bath brush may have helped, I told him actually
I hadn't done a great job at all, I'd missed some and if it hadn't been
for our son the paintbrush would have dried up and gone rock hard. He
just smiled and said oh well it all turned out fine so no problem.
Well maybe it wasn't a problem for him but I'd been primed and I'd been
looking forward to a telling off from that bath brush for my girlie
carelessness and it didn't happen.
I think it's time for those underpants to make an appearance again:)
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
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