P was poleaxed yesterday by some mystery bug, I think Fri 13th came a day early for me, couldn’t post, I was worried all day. Think it’s OK now but it overshadowed the lovely evening on Wednesday and I’m here at the office today on my own but relaxed enough now to tell you about it.
Wednesday evening we were going out to eat as I told you, I was getting changed in the bedroom just about to slip a pair of jeans on when P came into the room said don’t bother, I’d like a little word with you, and steered me into our home office. To cut it short, he’d read the post I made on Wednesday, I could hardly believe it he doesn’t read me very often it was just by chance. Anyway he caught the flavour of it, seemed to be mildly amused, a bit intrigued and said he’d detected an underlying inference in my post that perhaps he wasn’t attending to me well enough. Well I wouldn’t say he got it exactly right but I wasn’t going to debate it at this point because I know how P works and this was definitely building into something interesting.
Noting wrong with the post, he said as he dragged me across his knee on the futon seat we keep in the office, but he didn’t want me to feel ‘under-spanked’ as he put it so out came the rose paddle, which he’d tucked down the side of the seat, and he brought it down sharply on by pantied rear making me jump OWWW! again and again OWW OWW OWW as it rained down on my bottom, so damn hard I couldn’t help shouting, which I try not to do at home, but my distressed pleas were ignored anyway. My backside felt so hot I’m sure I could have fried an egg on it. He stopped, I let out a gasping breath PHEW! and made to get up but he held me in place, pulled my panties down to my thighs and gave me another minute or more of solid meaty THWACKS from that wonderfully evil implement. When he stopped for real he gave me a moment to recover then patted by bum and said now go and finish getting ready and we’ll discuss the content of your post over dinner, I’m sure it will be very fresh in your mind after that.
Now don’t get me wrong this was done with good humour but my goodness it hurt and as I wriggled into my jeans and I knew he was right it certainly would still be fresh in my mind.
So we drove into town, had dinner and talked openly about my little post and the reasons for it and it all went very well and I do think he’s got the gist of things. The only problem, he said, was that I don’t do anything genuinely wrong all that often so it made it kind of difficult but he’d keep an eye on things but not to expect any big changes. Fair enough by me.
Now the bad bit starts. We went to bed later after catching a late night news programme I felt horny and shuffled by bottom into P’s groin shortly after he got into bed but he didn’t take me up at all, he said he felt tired, unusual for P, and he was out like a light.
Next morning off goes alarm 6.45 am, P goes to get up, stops, sits on side of bed, I know there’s something wrong he says he’s OK, goes to stand up and nearly collapses and has to lie flat. Totally weird, P doesn’t get illness, not even man flu, he was in a cold sweat now, nauseous, tingling arms, and couldn’t raise his head off the pillow, think there might be something wrong he said, you’d better call a doctor. So that was the start of my Fri 13th (a day early). To cut it short, several phones calls, a nurse, emergency doctor and then our own doctor, indicated he’d picked up some kind of viral vertigo, he wasn’t dying after all but it was very frightening at the time. He got medication in the day to mitigate the effects but the virus has to work its way through his system which could take several days. He does seem a lot better this morning, he slept about 10 hours last night instead of his normal 5 -6.
So I’m running the shop, passing message to and throw, he’s not supposed to move about too much because it’s movement that aggravates it.
Relieved, thankful, happy how things turned out eventually, fingers crossed it doesn’t last long.
Ronnie
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