Sold

What a rotter. My husband has disappointed me, he's sold the wrong car. Well in my honest opinion anyway. No more heated seats, no slide back roof, just sticking to the road stuff for boys.

A couple of months ago a German car (which is getting bad press at the moment) found its way onto our drive, I was told it was going to be re-sold, yeah yeah, for a profit. I was suspicious, you see P had a lovely Japanese car which was roomy and quiet and with about all the extras you could think of, he bought it with clients in mind when he had to meet greet and that sort of stuff but it was just excellent. He's been running them both but favouring the German for several weeks now, then last week he announced he'd got a buyer for the Japanese car. He's since collected it so it's gone.

We had words about it, I mean he's getting older not younger, why does he want speed. He says he doesn't, (maybe not when I'm with him in it) but I don't see what else it can be. The damned thing is even a nuisance to get into it's so low on the road. We didn't exactly argue but I shall re-make my point periodically until such time as he comes to his senses and changes it, even if I get spanked along the way...which, unusually for me, is not something I will be manipulating for...I just really don't like the bloody car.

Ronnie

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Seats are no good

...for my seat. Well not after I've been spanked.

You see my husband has changed his car. He says he hasn't necessarily changed it as he still has his old car, but he might. To me that's crazy, his old car was/is good, it's got everything on it and it's comfortable and reliable. His new car has got everything on it also, and by all accounts will be reliable, but comfortable? Not to me, not to my bottom at any rate and certainly not after said bottom had received a good spanking for challenging my husband's wisdom.

Now I'm not into cars so I couldn't sing the virtues of any particular brand or model and I'm not going to name the cars in question here, I'll just say the old one is Japanese and the new one is German...and it has suspension like lead. Really, well that's how it feels to me as a passenger, and the seats are like Ryanair aircraft seats! Except they recline and shuffle around a bit if you press buttons. So on Saturday I told him I thought he had too much time on his hands going and buying another car, what the hell for, what was the point. He said he'd got a really good deal on it and might sell it for a profit but I don't think that's his real intention and I told him so. I also told him it wasn't comfortable and he went on about road holding and performance and stuff which is just in one ear and out the other to me. I said it was two lots of cost, money tied up, stupid in my opinion. He doesn't like stupid. Anyway opinions were exchanged and after running out of sensible 'housekeeping' logic about cost I got on to ego and stupid (yes that word again) male toys. That eventually got him defensive and then angry when I asked if he'd been watching that terrible Top Gear TV programme if that's what it's called. I saw the look on his face and got up to go into the kitchen but he caught my arm and took me upstairs to the office.

I still get goosebumps and a floaty stomach at times, this was one of them, it was all so quick and unstoppable, breathless with excitement and dread and barely able to suppress a nervous smirk as he shoved me into the office and closed the door.

"I wouldn't even know where to find that TV programme and I'm not influenced by neighbours or friends and I'm not wasting money, I'm not stupid I know exactly what I'm doing and will either keep it as a better replacement and sell the old one or sell it for a profit, I haven't decided yet...."

By this time he was seated on the futon and I was across his knees, my shorts and knickers pulled down to my knees.

"...but I have definitely decided what I'm going to do right now and that's give you a damned good spanking for being so contrary and argumentative and that will close the matter!"

The spanking had started before he'd finished telling me off so he raised his voice to make sure I heard clearly. I did even above my own squeals which got progressively louder as he spanked harder and I wriggled continuously to try and get the spanks spread around not just on my sit spots. But P is strong and held my waist tightly and clamped his right leg across the backs of my knees to keep me in place towards the end. My efforts were futile for the last twenty or so hard spanks, I could barely twist, I just kept squealing and 'No' and 'Please'. And then it stopped and everything was still and quiet except my panting and I wondered if the there was more to come but then his leg released me and he just kept hold of my waist so I didn't fall off.

"I don't want any more argument about the car, do you understand?"

I did but I didn't answer him. I wondered if it counted as dumb insolence (he told me I'd got an insolent bottom the other week) and thought about raising it up in defiance but he spoke first.

"I asked do you understand, I expect an answer or do I have to take my cane to you before we go and pick Linda up?"

Shit I'd forgotten about that, we'd promised to meet someone in town otherwise I might well have shown more defiance.

"Yes, P, I understand." I got off his lap and pulled my knickers up, rubbing my bottom and pouting before replacing my shorts. "I'm sorry."

"Good. Go get ready then, no more nonsense, we need to leave in twenty minutes."

I glanced slyly at his crotch before I left the office, it was bulging, what a waste I couldn't help thinking as I went to change. He chose the German car for the trip into town and my opinion of the seats and suspension was reinforced, doubly so as my backside was still blazing. I mentioned it to him but not argumentatively, more demurely as in "Gosh I can really feel the bumps in the road after that spanking, (you brutishly strong man - nah I didn't say this bit)".

"Good job we're not taking the country road then, that's full of bumps and potholes, see how I look after you," he said not as a question.

"Yes P," I said. And I hope you'll be looking after me later, I thought but didn't say. 

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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