Spanked on Father's Day

I got spanked on Fathers Day and I neither expected it nor asked for it. Nor appreciated the way it was done because there was no passion in it, if that makes sense. It was cursory, that's the best word I can think of for it, and I'm going to tell you about it but not at length because well frankly it just wasn't all that good but you can't mail a spanking back to sender with the reason 'unsatisfactory' or 'not as expected', can you.

So P had one card and a small gift to open, which he did first thing in the morning. The giver of the gift had gone to work (our son has a new job which includes some Sundays in his induction period), P took a walk down to the paper shop as usual, I got up a bit later as I treat myself to a (little) lie-in on Sundays, everything running as per normal until, towards lunchtime, my husband decided he was going to spank me and that we were going to eat lunch out.

"Why? What have I done?"

"Nothing, but it's Fathers Day isn't it?"................."Yes, P, it is."

"OK then I get to decide what goes on, I mean it's my day, correct or not?"........."I've already said it is, P, so what's the plan?"

"The plan is that I spank your backside till you can't sit down then we go and have a couple of beers and a snack down at the Bulls' Head, you can drive."

"But that will involve sitting, P, as will having a snack at the Bull's."

"Exactly," said my husband as he cleared the Sunday papers off the sofa, dragged me across his lap and proceeded to spank my bottom

Now my husband is quite a good spanker of bottoms, hopefully only mine I might add, but as I've already said, this particular one was lacklustre, it was a painting-by-numbers spanking, it didn't impress. We went to the pub, I sat easily in the car and easily in the nice comfy bosun's chair in the dining area. I decided to let my husband know how easily I was sitting, far too easily in fact, and if a job's worth doing it's worth doing properly and other such comments to get my point across.

"I see," said my husband, "well then you'd better consider that just a down payment on the humdinger of a spanking you're going to get just as soon as we get home."

Just hearing the threat in his deepening tone made me squeeze my legs together under the table and I'm sure by bottom became less comfortable in my seat. Unfortunately his phone went off two minutes later, his mother's hot water system had stopped working and she didn't know how to fix it. Well she wouldn't would she, ah well, I got dropped off back at the house and my husband went off to fix his mom's plumbing.

I've still got a 'humdinger' to come, please don't you forget P, I'll be dropping hints until it's done.

Girls day out today, lunch, shopping and dinner so catch up with you tomorrow.

Ronnie

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Their Instinct to Protect

What is it about women in seemingly helpless or dangerous or overstretched situations that appeals to men? Does it arouse their instinct to protect us, I wonder, or do they just feel sorry for us for being so foolish for getting into a predicament in the first place? The sort of situations I'm talking about aren't big deals, they're commonplace things around the home or workplace.

Take last weekend.

I was standing on a chair almost on tiptoe stretching forward to retrieve a small gift I'd hidden on top of the refrigerator (well it was easy to put it there and push it to the back with a wooden spoon.) Anyway my position must have looked precarious because in came P and told me right away to be careful the chair didn't slip, then he asked me what I was doing and to let him do it.

Well I couldn't let him do it because the small gift was for him, so I told him I was cleaning but the j-cloth had slipped down the back of the refrigerator, I needed to get another and I went to get off the chair.

'It's OK stay where you are I'll pass you one and then hold the chair steady for you," said my husband chivalrously. So I had to make a show of cleaning non existent dirt from the top of the fridge, stretching and reaching confidently right to the back, knowing my husband was there to keep me safe.

My backside must have been virtually in his face and when I bent to get down he swatted it a couple of times and told me not to go balancing on chairs again, not on my own anyway, it could be dangerous.

Duly rebuked I got off the chair with uncharacteristic care and gave my husband a little peck on the cheek. He just grunted, he was on his way out, but I did notice he had the telltale sign of arousal in the front of his shorts.

I made a mental note to clean high places more often and, after I heard the door shut, got back on the chair and retrieved my gift.

Ronnie

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My Comeuppance

Aren't you glad it's Friday, I know I am.

Remember my post - "Supermarket Pickup" and me saying I thought I'd get a sore bottom, well I did. I deserved it too. At least that was my opinion by the end of the spanking.

It happened early Monday evening, we had the house to our ourselves, we hadn't been back from work long and I was just going to take a book outside and sit in the late sunshine for half an hour before I started dinner when P told me he wanted a few words with me. I followed him into the lounge, I was pretty certain what the word would be about even though it hadn't been mentioned all day at the office. I was quite prepared to defend my behaviour, after all I love my husband and frankly would fight tooth and nail if I thought something was really going on.

Anyway I didn't have to give any explanations, I was taken firmly by the arm over to the settee where P sat down and pulled me across his lap. I had my white linen trousers on, he didn't bother taking them down, they're thin enough not to offer much protection and he started spanking me over them really hard, not a word was spoken for about two minutes, the only sounds were me struggling to get my breath and the slap slap slaps of my husband's hand against my buttocks which felt like they were on fire when he paused. Note I say paused not stopped.

The words he mentioned were one-way traffic, from him, I didn't get a chance, it was a telling off. He asked if he'd ever given reason for me to distrust him, if he was a bad husband, if he went out drinking, well other than the occasional beer if a friend came over, if he stayed overnight after meetings away from home, if he talked with me about my business, my interests, he even asked me if he was a good friend to me, he'd never asked me anything like that before. He scored on every point, I had to admit sheepishly.

Then he told me to raise my hips a little and he unhooked my trousers and pulled them down to my thighs. 'Then why do you piss me off by interrogating me as if I were some lightweight flirty type looking to engage with other women for the wrong reasons?' I didn't answer, I don't think it would have made any difference if I had, he resumed spanking me and I though about what he'd been saying and I knew he was right. The words he used really got to me and I apologised, not to get the spanking stopped but because I felt bad. It didn't get the spanking stopped anyway, it just faltered for a second or two while P pulled my white knickers down

and said 'Not half as sorry as you're going to be' and picked up the pace.

Towards the end he had to clasp his right leg across both my thighs to help keep me still, I was struggling so much, I was snivelling too not actually crying but not far off. A spanking can't do that but words can, and a spanking thrown in doubles the effect. When he'd finished he pulled my knickers back up for me and set me on the carpet looking a sorry sight, he told me to pull my trousers back on and go have a read of my book as he would he prepare dinner and off he went.

I went and sat outside, alternating from cheek to cheek on a wooden terrace chair, not really concentrating on my book at all and thinking what a really decent husband I've got.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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