We were in London last week. P
wanted to attend a presentation at the Tower Bridge Novotel by one of his
investment company CEO's. He attended but the company he was there to hear had
pulled out of the show, my husband should keep his ear closer to the
ground, they had actually flagged up two days earlier that they couldn't attend
but he'd missed it.
Anyway three other companies presented and he
stayed and listened to them, he liked one of them but was pissed that his
main reason for being there had disappeared. He didn't stay for the nibbles
afterwards, instead he joined me and we had supper in a trattoria, which was
very nice. We stayed over in a Premier Inn because P trusts the beds there (and
wouldn't pay Novotel prices) and all in all it was a pleasant little distraction
and I did some unnecessary shopping and got handed some discount vouchers to a Zombie secret cinema experience which I
passed on to our son later in the week. I didn't get spanked in the Premier Inn
which was a bit of a let-down because I like getting spanked in hotels but
c'est la vie.
Next day on the train back, P was moaning about the
waste of time and money, I goaded him a bit about
not keeping up to speed and said it wasn't a waste of money at all, I'd
enjoyed it even if he hadn't. He said he had, it was just that he didn't like
inefficiencies and he didn't like last minute ill-explained changes to
arrangements. Then he went quiet and was transfixed on his ipad, then he
said 'bastard'. I asked him what was up and he said an announcement had
been made by the company who'd pulled out, he said they were selling off
their crown jewels out of the blue, no previous indication of it, and they
were selling them too cheap in his opinion. He said it was a stitch up and found
several expletives to express his disgust. I told him to keep his voice down,
not everyone wanted to know about it or hear his colourful language.
My husband was still ranting a bit on Friday.
I asked him if he hadn't been in London, would he have known about what they
were going to do any sooner and would he have made any different decision as
regards his holding in the company, he thought about it for a few seconds
then said no he couldn't have known any sooner but he would probably have
been suspicious if he'd seen the cancellation notice and might have called them
to ask why. I then asked him if he thought they would have told him any
different from their official notification, he said he supposed not. I
said 'well there you are, no problem, just one of those things, get
over it'.
On Saturday morning he spanked me. He didn't go into the office because, he
said, it was a holiday weekend and he didn't have much to do and what he
did need to do could be done from home. When I came out of the shower he called
me into our little office and told me he hadn't been too happy about my light
hearted flippancy about him being 'stitched up' as he continued
to call it. He didn't think I took things seriously enough, he said, so he
was going to put me over his knee and give me a damned good spanking and perhaps
I'd show a bit more empathy in future. I told him he couldn't because I didn't
have any knickers on under my robe and I hadn't dried my hair or even had a cup
of tea yet. Needless to say it made no difference and he got up from the desk
seat, sat mid futon and pulled me across his thighs. I was still telling him he
couldn't as the back of my robe was lifted to my waist and his hand
started raining down repeatedly on my buttocks. Spankings HURT far more
when you're fresh out of the shower and I was struggling immediately, he told me
to keep still and I deserved it and if I didn't stop struggling he'd take the
cane to me and that made me wet in an instant and I struggled harder, not
to get the cane across my bottom but to get into a position where I could grind
against my husband's muscly thigh while he spanked me.
He lectured me about business not being as simple
as I'd made out but I told him I thought it had been perfectly fucking (for good
measure) simple and that he should listen to me more often and he wouldn't be
getting any fucking (for more good measure) empathy from me, only the
truth. So I got spanked harder of course and yes it hurt of course and, as
I wriggled as lewdly as possible over my husband's lap, my left hip kept bumping
against his cock which was rigid in his shorts. I wanted him to thrash all the
wriggle out of me then order me down onto my knees and make me take it in
my mouth. He didn't though, instead he stopped spanking and told me he hoped I'd
learned my lesson and then he put his hand between my legs. He said who's a
naughty girl then and I told him I was a naughty fucking girl and what was he
going to do about it. I heard him exaggerate a slurping noise as he put his hand
to his mouth, then he got me up off his lap and bent me over the desk, my robe
had slipped back over my backside and he had to pull it up again before he could
enter me which he did, hard, and I only lasted a few seconds before screaming. P
was a few seconds behind me but I think my orgasm was still running when his
warm load spurted into me and I peaked again. Christ it was urgent and hot and
we both lay panting, his cock still filling as spunk trickled down
my thighs.
My husband was forgiven, mentally, for not spanking
me at the Premier. He'd made up for it and then some.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
