Tender moment

Well more than one tender moment actually. My husband impaled his head on a pear tree branch, I got my bottom tanned and hard too, and - the most tender moment of all - I attended to his wound so lovingly even after he'd spanked me. In fact more lovingly than I would have without the spanking. What do I deduce from that, well I already knew it actually, a spanking generates certain emotions which, in our case, more often than not draws us closer.

We were helping the kids out last weekend preparing some ground for turf laying. The men were doing the heavy stuff we girls alternating between light weeding and baby cooing. It was sunny, P thought it was warm and took off his sweat top, I told him not to work bare chested it wasn't exactly the height of summer. He insisted it was but then asked our son if he could lend him a summer t-shirt which of course he did. I laughed when he put it on, it had a bright motif on the front with a 1950s VW camper and Surfing Champion on it, not quite the sort of shirt he normally wears, I told him he looked funny in it. He turned away and got back to work, then five minutes later shouted 'Oh fuuuucck! Fuck fuck fuck!' and threw his spade down. He stamped his foot, work stopped, I said there's no need for that language what's the matter. He said he'd bashed the top of his head into a branch end. He was still muttering fuck under his breath as he bent to pick his spade back up. I thought he must be ok as he was picking the spade back up and said something like 'there there be a big boy' but our son saw the top of his head as he bent down and told him to stop, it was a nasty gash.

It turned out it was and son said maybe a trip to AandE or at least go inside and clean it up and get a better look at it. Well that's what they did, I was holding our granddaughter so could only follow them and they'd be quicker finding their first aid stuff than me anyway. In the end P settled for plenty of warm water rinsing and a good dollop of Savlon. He was back working within ten minutes and a few hours later finished the job and we got home in time to watch the Grand National (I had the winner!) and put a roast on. When P came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea and sat right in the window seat where it's light, I got my first good look at his head. I told him the wound was deeper than I'd thought and a bit bloody again and I reached for a wet wipe but he stopped me and said it was ok, he'd go and get a shower after he'd finished his tea and spanked me and then I could put something on it.

I said I didn't think he should be spanking me, he must be joking, the activity would start it bleeding again but he said he felt fine and I shouldn't have tut tutted about his swearing earlier and I shouldn't have laughed about his borrowed t-shirt and it should have been me putting the Savlon on not our daughter in law. Well I had answers for everything he said but I didn't use them; instead I just got across his lap after he'd finished his tea and said I was sorry. He pulled my joggers down and spanked my bottom really soundly, I'll swear his hands double in strength when he's been doing physical work. God it roasted my backside faster than I can remember for ages but I didn't even struggle too much, I just kept saying sorry. When he'd finished he told me to get off and pull my joggers up and be a bit more considerate in future. Then he went off to his shower.

"Don't soap it or rub it," I called after him, "just let the water do it and dab lightly with a towel after. I'll come up and take a look after I hear you come out."

When I went upstairs he was sitting on the bottom of the bed with a towel around his waist, he was dripping water, he's not one for drying too much any time. I looked at his head again, the blood had washed away, it wouldn't have done any harm at all to have called into AandE, I told him, they might even have popped in a stitch or two. P asked me if it was was still bleeding but it wasn't, he said there isn't much blood up there anyway and repeated what he'd said earlier about being fine. He said if I could just but some more cream on it he'd be happy enough. So I sat next to him and had him lower his head against me and just dabbed gently before coating it liberally with more Savlon.

"There, that's clean and as long as you feel alright I suppose it will do. And I really am sorry about not taking it serious earlier. And you had every right to say 'Fuck' as many times as you liked. And I deserved to be spanked." I added that last bit for good measure.

Then I noticed the bath towel around P's waist tenting rather obviously at his groin. I put my hand on it and asked him if it was side effect from his injury. No, he told me, it was an after effect from spanking his woman and receiving her gracious apology and looking after him so tenderly. Well that got me. I slid to the floor, pulled his towel from around his waist and looked after him even more and in less than a couple of minutes out came that fuck word again but this time for quite a different reason.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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So I was across my husband's lap on Saturday morning, not long showered, my dressing gown hoisted above my waist, getting my backside reddened by his sensitive, creative, strong hands. I use the adjectives because the pleasure they give me between my legs or massaging my muscles are no less important to me than the pain pleasure they give to my bottom. Like many of us I still adore a good long hand spanking and, under the right conditions, I can quite easily reach a point where I'm on the edge of orgasm. That is something which has grown over the past few years and P has been aware of it and knows how to accelerate or neutralise it as he sees fit.

It doesn't happen with all spankings and I'm glad it doesn't, but with 'cosy spankings', as I tend to think of them, ones which are happening for no real reason other than my husband wanting to, it is not unusual. (it's funny when I think that at one time I would read about girls getting spanked and orgasming and think they were making it up)

Anyway back to Saturday morning and I was getting towards that point when, for me, the wriggling gets more intense, I grind against P's thighs with a different rhythm and my voice takes on a husky tone. Warm melty feelings start within and I know what's coming, or not, as was the case on Saturday. You see P reads the signs as easily as I feel them and sometimes he allows it to happen and other times he teases me, keeps me on the edge, wanting, begging with my body I don't even have to say a word. I hate it and love it, sometimes he lets me cool off and then brings me back to the edge again several times with each time getting stronger. A few key words can tip me over, a threat to spank harder, a warning not to be 'naughty' when I'm across his lap, that if I am 'naughty' and start coming he'll spank me so hard I won't sit down for a week, you know the kind of things. Well he didn't use those kind of words, instead he stopped spanking me mid wriggle and told me so slither off his lap onto the floor.

I was confused, I wondered if he'd heard the front door open or something, he didn't say anything at first but he could see the look on my face and he smiled as he released the drawstring on his shorts and pushed the waistband down to lift his balls and cock, which was engorged and glistening with precum, over the top. I think I said 'oh god' or it might have been 'oh fuck' in my best husky voice and I know I whimpered, I still had the feeling between my legs and in my tummy and I wanted to come very much but I was also salivating at the proposition in front of me and I instinctively licked my lips and looked up with big girly eyes at my husband's face. "Do it," he said. I didn't need telling a second time.

His hands were on my head guiding me masterfully, not that I needed it but it adds to the pleasure. I wanted to ask him if he could somehow reach down and spank me while I was doing it, I mumbled it but it's hard to make sense when your mouth's full of cock, he just told me to shut up, stop talking and get on with it. "You do the best blow jobs when you're not allowed an orgasm yourself, have I ever told you that? No don't answer, just keep going. I bet your little pussy's dripping for it isn't it, don't answer, you won't be able to in a minute because you'll be busy swallowing like a good girl." Christ I wanted to come and I wanted to swallow him all at the same time, I went to put my hand between my legs but he exploded before it got there which was probably just as well as I might have injured him in the intensity of the moment.

I rested my head on his lap, licking the yum off my lips and a bit which had spilled on his shorts. I put my hand between my legs and started thrusting my bottom. He told me to stop it he wouldn't have me masturbating. I told him I need it and I wouldn't stop. He told me he wouldn't tolerate that sort of behaviour and he wouldn't tolerate disobedience. "You're going back over my lap young lady, we'll soon see what you will or won't do."  I said I was sorry as he pulled me up and back over his lap, I thought he might spank me gently enough to orgasm but he didn't, he spanked me really hard for two or three minutes alternating hands to get good coverage. I was excited like crazy but the orgasm had gone, he'd spanked it down. He stopped and told me to go get dressed and not to dare masturbate in front of him again or it would be the cane next time. He sounded really strict and I loved being sent off with a scolding on top of the spanking. 

I was like a cat on a hot tin roof for the rest of the day, we went into town together and I nuzzled against him at every opportunity. Late in the afternoon he took me upstairs and put me out of my misery, or was it ecstasy, probably both:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Giving is better than Receiving

Well that's what they say, isn't it? 

But it looks to me as if this lucky lady is getting the best of both worlds.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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