So much for my no spanking weekend, it didn't go the way I predicted at all. Instead I got spanked at our friend's house on Sunday morning and again at home on Monday evening; one was just fun but the other was not and you know, and I'm sure I've said this before, its the not-for-fun ones that sends tingles down my spine just thinking about them.
Did I tell you my friend collects plates? I thought so, and that we would be going to a car boot sale on Sunday morning, which we did and even the men came along which surprised me as I thought they were going to make some excuse and head for the local pub which, on second thoughts, wouldn't be open yet. Anyway the field in which the sale was held was quite muddy as they had heavy showers on Saturday. Friend and hubby had sensible footwear on, P had trainers which he didn't care about but I had soft summer shoes so was hopping awkwardly between patches of dry ground to avoid the mud, luckily my friend saw my dilemma and asked if I wanted to go back and get a pair of wellington boots, she said there were some in the garage which would fit me and it was only 5 mins drive.
So P drove me back tut tutting at the fuss I was making, I soon found a pair of green wellies which I assumed were Denise's, they fitted fine and I was ready to head back to the mud when I looked up and saw P holding a carpet beater.
He'd taken it off the wall, he told me, as he took my forearm and led me over to a chest freezer in the corner. He asked me if I'd ever been spanked with a carpet beater, stupid question as he's the only person who's ever spanked me but I didn't say that, in fact I didn't say anything until I was bent over the chest freezer and the first blow landed on my trouser clad backside, whereupon I said 'Ouch' and then 'Shit' when I realised how much it stung. (This image came to mind, sorry not sure why I got it from.)
He only gave me few swats and then put it back on the wall hooks and told me he'd have to get one, laughing, perhaps we'd find one back at the car boot. We didn't find one but it made me wonder why our friends kept one in the garage, I mean do people actually beat carpets anymore?
So that was my fun spanking and I'll tell you why I got the not fun one on Friday. Oh yes and I'll tell you about the spanking itself.
Ronnie
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