That's how I would love my weekends to start - with six strokes of the cane :)
Have a good one.
Ronnie
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Showing posts with label Fishnets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fishnets. Show all posts
Friday, 26 November 2010
Monday, 23 February 2009
Those old Fishnets..
...thank God I didn't trash them!
Saturday things were back to normal and I got a good harder than expected spanking. And deserved it.
P was at the office as usual, I called him to ask what time he'd be home and remind him to bring some copy paper with him. He told me he'd be on his way soon so I shot upstairs to rifle through my underwear drawer and fish out my fishnets, so to speak. Found them but they were damaged on the left leg, a rip about 10'' had appeared, don't know how, certainly don't remember doing it last time I wore them. Anyway I put them on. Sans knickers.
Downstairs I laid a few extra cushions on the sofa, when I heard P's car on the drive I stretched out on them, lying on my left side to hide the unglamorous lesion. P's face showed instant pleasure as he walked through the door, I hadn't forgotten and nor had he, followed quickly by a frown followed by Mr Stern. He came across to me, turned me fully onto my stomach and noticed the tear in my tights. Oh dear, now P really doesn't like slovenliness, he's totally ok about casual but not about scruffiness, unkempt, or neglect, he often tells me to put my pants straight that sort of thing.
So he grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the sofa, settled himself where I'd warmed it and pulled me back immediately across his knee to teach me a lesson about the importance of dressing correctly, never mind that it was a completely informal occasion between just the two of us; that made it even more important in his mind and I should have taken the trouble to make sure my attire was ship shape. Oh well, lazy girl me after all then, I taunted, and I suppose it was true, I should have checked them out earlier in the week. P had me quite convinced it was true after a couple of minutes getting my backside warmed and I told him he was right and I was SORRY really I was, as he ripped the tights down and picked up the pace on my bare bum.
He kept telling me he wouldn't tolerate slackness, laziness, lack of self respect whatever, he ranted on making me feel really quite guilty and apologising repeatedly as he supercharged my globes. I really hadn't expected things to go quite like this but I have to say I enjoyed it very much and after I'd squiggled through a good ten mins of bare bottom correction for my wicked oversight he took me upstairs and gave me a sound doggy style rogering while my fishnets languished around my knees.
Phew! Replete, flushed, scolded, scalded, delighted. Later in the afternoon we went shopping, he made me go buy a new pair of fishnets from M&S (for those not familiar with UK shopping, M&S is a regular store, not transposed S&M:)).
Saturday things were back to normal and I got a good harder than expected spanking. And deserved it.P was at the office as usual, I called him to ask what time he'd be home and remind him to bring some copy paper with him. He told me he'd be on his way soon so I shot upstairs to rifle through my underwear drawer and fish out my fishnets, so to speak. Found them but they were damaged on the left leg, a rip about 10'' had appeared, don't know how, certainly don't remember doing it last time I wore them. Anyway I put them on. Sans knickers.
Downstairs I laid a few extra cushions on the sofa, when I heard P's car on the drive I stretched out on them, lying on my left side to hide the unglamorous lesion. P's face showed instant pleasure as he walked through the door, I hadn't forgotten and nor had he, followed quickly by a frown followed by Mr Stern. He came across to me, turned me fully onto my stomach and noticed the tear in my tights. Oh dear, now P really doesn't like slovenliness, he's totally ok about casual but not about scruffiness, unkempt, or neglect, he often tells me to put my pants straight that sort of thing.
So he grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the sofa, settled himself where I'd warmed it and pulled me back immediately across his knee to teach me a lesson about the importance of dressing correctly, never mind that it was a completely informal occasion between just the two of us; that made it even more important in his mind and I should have taken the trouble to make sure my attire was ship shape. Oh well, lazy girl me after all then, I taunted, and I suppose it was true, I should have checked them out earlier in the week. P had me quite convinced it was true after a couple of minutes getting my backside warmed and I told him he was right and I was SORRY really I was, as he ripped the tights down and picked up the pace on my bare bum.
He kept telling me he wouldn't tolerate slackness, laziness, lack of self respect whatever, he ranted on making me feel really quite guilty and apologising repeatedly as he supercharged my globes. I really hadn't expected things to go quite like this but I have to say I enjoyed it very much and after I'd squiggled through a good ten mins of bare bottom correction for my wicked oversight he took me upstairs and gave me a sound doggy style rogering while my fishnets languished around my knees.
Phew! Replete, flushed, scolded, scalded, delighted. Later in the afternoon we went shopping, he made me go buy a new pair of fishnets from M&S (for those not familiar with UK shopping, M&S is a regular store, not transposed S&M:)).
But frankly, I'd rather keep the old ones if that's what they get me.
Ronnie
xx
xx
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