I've taken steps, on and off, throughout my life so far, to avoid getting fatter. In my teens it wasn't necessary as I used to run regularly and competitively for my school and county. In my twenties it wasn't much of an issue, I didn't live lavishly and I worked hard doing more than one job so activity levels were high and I'm a fast calorie burner anyway but, as income levels raised with business enterprises and entertaining became part of the norm, not to mention the occasional greedy over indulgence just because I could, I started noticing my weight and, periodically, going through little fads to adjust it.
P never used to mention it really, not make an issue of it anyway, and he was often amused when I blamed shop sizes for misleading me into thinking I was, say, size 12 when really I was nearer 14. I still swear M&S and others used to intentionally make their sizes bigger than the label size just to make us girls feel better:) Anyway that was then and this is now and I've started putting on weight, maybe it's something to do with lockdown, that's what I told P anyway when he mentioned it last weekend.I was laying across his lap at the time, in knickers and t-shirt, my jeans on the floor. He was about to spank me for being cheeky about something I found on his phone, nothing serious just a whatsapp he'd received with a pic of some Oriental girls dancing, I wasn't snooping he'd asked me to check it because he was in the loft at the time and couldn't get to it but he heard it ping and was expecting something from our son. So I opened it and it wasn't our son it was a friend from Korea. The pic wasn't porno but it was suggestive and I shouted up to him that it wasn't our son it was just one of his kinky friends sending him some young flesh pics to drool over.
When he came down he took me into our little office to be spanked. He didn't bother explaining the pic, he just said I was being cheeky and was overdue a spanking anyway. Then he rested his hand on my bottom and squeezed one cheek, then the other then rested it again. He said, "I've noticed you're getting fatter of late, what are you weighing these days?"
"I don't know, haven't weighed myself for ages," I lied.
"Hmmm," was all he said and started spanking me.
After a while he stopped and told me a little bit of extra weight, especially around the rump, suited me. Ha! Well he has told me that in the past but the trouble is it's not easy to make weight go where you want it to and the tummy usually gets more than I want. I didn't answer him and he said I better weigh myself and let him know the outcome so that he could keep tabs on me (he won't) and help me adjust if necessary. I squirmed a little but liked the idea that it could lead to more spankings. Then he said, "Ah well back to the matter at hand, spanking your plump little bottom, I think somewhat harder in view of the extra padding." I whimpered and he resumed.
After he'd finished spanking my bottom was positively glowing, it was frankly delicious and I lay there hoping for more. I didn't get it, instead he ordered me up and told me to stand in front of the desk. He came up behind me and told me to bend over and grip the far side. From this position I can look out of the window and see people moving along the street, not that there were any at that time, and if I didn't duck my head down anyone passing would be able to see me too. They wouldn't know what was happening of course but just the thought of it always excited me. Not as much as what happened next though; P pulled my knickers down and plunged his cock into me, it felt wet or that might have been me, and it felt big and I gasped and tried to reach back to touch him but he told me to put my hands back where they were, then he started fucking me and it was quite primal and I pushed my backside back against his rhythm wanting to get as much of it as I could.
"If my bottom's getting fatter I think your cock's getting fatter too and I more than quite like it," I rasped out and then I heard him roar and start flooding me and I came a split second behind him and we plunged and pushed and cried out together until were done, panting heavily over the desk with him atop me.
"Did it really feel bigger?" My husband asked a minute or two later.
"Yes definitely," I said, "perhaps it's those pictures you're getting, " I joked.
"Now then," he cautioned, "you don't want another spanking do you."
It wasn't a question. Good job because you can imagine what my answer would have been.
Stay safe.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
