So Christmas is done, New Year's done, back
to normal. I usually like to have a little spanking experience to recount
after the holiday period, well that's badly put, I should say I
always like to have a little spanking experience to
relate....that's still badly put, it should say 'at least one'
and change 'little' to 'sound' or something with the same
meaning. It's nice when it happens off our own turf, so to speak, because
different circumstances make it more exciting for me, there's often a risk
of being caught, family or friends to face after it's happened and you
always think they know something, which they can't possibly, and you have
to be immediately friendly and normal whether you're playing with kids' toys or
engaging in small talk which has already worn out and all the time you're
nursing a simmering backside and your husband's looking well contented and
casting the odd glance in your direction making you feel uncomfortable, in a
different way to how he's already made you feel uncomfortable.
Well I'm pleased to report that I did get spanked, not spectacularly, but beggars can't be choosers. We didn't go
away to enjoy anyone else's turkey cooking or help them
get rid of the drinks they'd bought which
you'd never drink at any other time of year. We had a quiet Christmas day at home, cooked for just three in the end which comprised ourselves and son, It seemed too
quiet, I felt like we should have raided some old folks
home and borrowed some for the day:) Then early on Boxing Day
we went with son and girlfriend to P's brother's, who's
now single again having split from his second wife,
there was another guy there who we didn't know but was
good fun. All went well enough and, to be perfectly
honest, with the extra amounts of food, alcohol and lack of exercise, I hardly felt the need for
a spanking not that an opportunity presented itself until later that day, when it snowed after dinner,
and our host decided it would be nice to go out for a
walk, while the flakes were still falling. I didn't have
any suitable shoes with me so said I'd clear up a bit,
but I thought P would go with them, he likes the snow,
but instead he declined and said he'd stay and give me a
hand clearing up if that was alright with his brother.
It was and they went.
P went upstairs as soon as
they'd shut the door and came down with a hairbrush he'd
presented me with the previous morning, before our son
had arrived. It's a large rectangular hairbrush much
bigger than my old one, it's made of bamboo, he said
he'd bought it for me so that when we go anywhere
involving a stopover I can take it with me and there'll
never be any concern about it getting spotted in baggage
or left out accidentally for room staff or family to
spot, yet it was capable of delivering a very memorable
spanking. I had joked with him when he'd said that, I'd
said 'really, P, I didn't think hairbrushes were capable
of delivering spankings'. Well my husband put me
straight on that, he told me I was right the hairbrush
couldn't deliver a spanking but he knew a man who could
put it to such effective use that I'd be looking at
hairbrushes, or at least this one, in quite a different
light from now on. Then he turned me across his knee,
pulled my jeans down and started spanking me.
With his hand at first, and
I told him it wasn't appropriate at all and that that
his brother and party would be back any minute and I
believed him anyway and it wasn't necessary but none of
it made any difference. And when he'd warmed his hand he
yanked my knickers down, they were pretty new Reger ones
too which I stupidly felt happy about, and started using
the hairbrush. Oh my it stung! and it made a terrific
thwacking sound too, god it had me wiggling in no time,
desperate to try and catch my brain up with what was
happening to my rear end, I wanted to feel sexy and it
wouldn't come because it was all happening so fast and
it hurt like hell too which I wanted to translate into
naughty feelings but they stayed just as hurt. It went
on for about ten minutes maybe a bit longer and then
abruptly ended and I was told to pull my knickers and
jeans up and get in the kitchen and he'd give me hand.
He stood watching me zip up my jeans and straighten my
top, he was grinning, he asked me how I liked the little
present he'd got me. I pouted and said I didn't and that my bottom hurt. He
seemed pleased and took it back upstairs to our room.
Hardly a couple of minutes had passed after he came back
down and joined me in the kitchen when we heard the
front door open and voices and the stomping of feet
shaking off snow.
Our son popped his head
round the kitchen door and said 'come on, haven't you
got that lot done yet', he was joking good naturedly of
course, I said well you know when your father's helping
he likes to do a thorough job. He had too, my bottom was
changing from sting to mellow burn and I was starting to
feel sexy and I pushed it against my husband as we moved
around the kitchen. I felt the telltale bulge in the
front of his trousers and smiled inwardly, it was a pity
we didn't have the place to ourselves right there and
then. Twenty minutes later we were playing charades and
getting pleasantly merry.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
