You may remember it was my birthday recently and I got spanked, it was lengthy and it was deeply appreciated and it made me horny as hell when we went into town to eat later. I shall tell you about it in another post.
But first, lets skip forward to after my (main) birthday spanking and a wonderful Italian meal and a stroll through the town and round the leafy perimeter of the cathedral, arm in arm, hand on bum etc etc, we got back to the car park which was almost empty and my husband took me by surprise and bent me over the bonnet of the car and spanked me (no he didn't take my trousers and pants down)
He said it was for being saucy during our meal and touching his backside while we walked around the town and because he knew I liked the idea of al fresco spankings..........and because he loved me. I thought the Montepulciano must have gone to his head, P is not generally much on lovey dovey stuff, but anyway I was thrilled by what he said and what he did.
He only gave me a few spanks and then let me up and that was when I saw the hoodie and my eyes widened and the word 'Shit' escaped me. P thought I must have got dirt on my top or something but then he saw I was staring, just across the road from the car park a guy in a grey hoodie had slowed to a dawdle pace to watch me get spanked. P straightened up and looked right at him and the hooded voyeur immediately quickened his pace and disappeared round a corner.
P just laughed and said he hoped he'd had a good look, I said 'what if he got our number' but my husband just said so what, since when has it been illegal to spank your wife. I could have argued against that but, needless to say, I didn't.
I still don't like the thought that someone might have P's registration number, even though the likelihood is remote as my husband assured me, the guy's eyes were no doubt focused on my backside not the car number.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
Let me know if the picture is yours so I can give credit.
