His body clock got me spanked

So our clocks altered on the weekend, technically early Sunday morning, the short of it being you get a lie-in. Unless you're my husband of course, who insists he operates by his body clock regardless, so he was up around 6 am on Sunday. I heard him but nodded off as he went downstairs. Some minutes later, I heard noises in the garden which is overlooked by our bedroom window. I figured P was downstairs so there couldn't be anything wrong happening, normally I would have been up at the window checking. I dozed restlessly then close on 7 am, when the light was better and the noises were still happening, I got up and peered out. P was out there putting some stuff together for the recycling centre, taking other things round to the garage and covering some furniture for winter protection.

I got back into bed, it was warm and snug and I should have been in it getting my lie-in. I couldn't get back to sleep. I heard the front door shut around 7.30, it seemed unusually loud though probably wasn't, he must have gone down the road to the paper shop. I went downstairs to make myself a cup of tea, looked out on to the garden while I waited for it to stand, he'd done a neat job. I was on my way back upstairs to sip my cup of tea in bed when the front door opened and P returned with the papers. I told him he'd been making enough noise, he just said he'd had to assemble his own magazines because they weren't organised. I said "Oh poor dear, looks like not everyone shares your body clock discipline."

"You'll be sharing some of my discipline if you carry on with sarcastic remarks like that," was all he said as he went into the lounge and I carried on upstairs. Ooh that sounded promising but I hadn't been quick enough to respond. So I used my phone to send him a few sassy comments, I said 'I'd been lovely and snug before he started humping stuff around,' it was thoughtless and unnecessary, and it served him right if the paper shop had been a bit behind. And then the one that clinched it, '(as I knew it would) ...and whose army would you be sending to acquaint me with your discipline anyway?'

Yep that did it. He was upstairs within five minutes, I heard him go into his office and hoped it wasn't for the cane because that wouldn't have seemed fair. It wasn't, I learned later it was to put his mug of tea on the desk. He came into the bedroom and told me he'd make me extra snug in bed, he pulled the duvet off, sat on his side and pulled me across his legs, all the while berating me, telling me if I thought there'd been noise earlier there was going to be a lot more now. He pulled my knickers down and gave me as solid a hand spanking as I can remember, not as long as some but beefy and powerful maybe because he'd been doing physical stuff outside. It was noisy from the slaps and my squeals and pleas and it was just what I needed. When he'd done I knew he was hard but he didn't stay, he moved me off him and and pulled the duvet back over me.

"There, now you can have an extra lie-in with a sore bottom," he said as he walked towards the door, "and by the way, next time you make yourself a mug of tea, please be sure to leave one at the ready for me too, even if I'm not there. I had to make my own and it's waiting for me in the office."

Ah well, I was certainly snug and I knew I'd be horny as hell later. Perhaps I'd be able to apologise to him for that mug of tea oversight.....or perhaps I'd do the same again:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx