Why is it when you make plans everything goes to pot.
Remember I mentioned I was going to give P the mini tawse this weekend, the one I bought from ebay as son was off to a theme park and staying at a friends until Sunday evening. I had great hopes but it didn't happen.
It was still on the cards Saturday morning, there I am beavering about my chores, waved son of, few jobs still to finish, P comes from office (he likes to pop in on Saturdays as I'm sure I've mentioned before). Cup of tea, chat, checked son got away on time, me trying to get round to mentioning I had a little something for him. Then his cell rings and it's friends who we haven't seen for a while, they live Oxford way. "We have to be up your way Sunday for a christening at 2.00 so thought we could pop in and see you, will you be around?"
"Great," says P, "it'll be fine in fact we can nip down the pub and grab a quick pint while the girls talk baby talk." I glared at him and got up to to make another cup of tea when I heard him say, "Look why don't you come up this afternoon if you're not doing anything, you could stay over, have dinner, couple drinks and we can catch up, we've nothing planned.'' Oh no, I thought, nothing planned my arse (excuse the pun) But it was arranged, they would be up later around 6.00.
Men don't think, do they? I'd not done any food shopping, Saturday's a rubbish day to shop so there I was rushing around like a blue arse fly finishing cleaning the bathroom and loo, spare bedroom, making beds and we still had to go out to get food in for dinner. At least P cooked so that gave me time to leave a couple of comments I'd promised to do Saturday. Dinner was excellent, they had Angus sirloin steaks on offer half price and P asked the butcher for a whole chunk at that price, uncut, which he roasted and served with excellent Yorkshire puddings and the crispiest juiciest roast potatoes ever. We had a good evening I have to say, real fun, plenty of wine. The tawse could wait till Sunday after all it was Consensual Spanking Day.
What happened Sunday. Had breakfast and just as they were leaving our son comes back, friend wasn't feeling well so left early. Probably all those ghastly rides. So the mini tawse remains unused and I remain underspanked, but it was still a nice weekend.
All good things come to those who wait, don't they? Or maybe I'll leave the tawse on his office desk when he goes out and see what he says, good idea?
Ronnie
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