Are spankings synonymous with sex? They always have been for me; even when they're meted out for non sexual purposes the frisson caused by them, before and after (sometimes quite a while after) and I think they still are. Or maybe thought they still were.
I only say it because I hadn't had either during the past week (busy and
having granddaughter staying over) then on the weekend, Sunday morning to be precise,
my husband surprised and delighted me by not getting straight out of bed
and down the road to the paper shop, a habit I doubt he'll ever stop in
spite of everything being available online, but instead sliding his
hand sideways to gently touch my thigh and see if I was awake. I was.
I didn't say anything, just let a little murmur out. He told me he'd had
a dream, a really weird one, he'd been spanking someone in it but he
didn't think it was me, he couldn't see their face though so it might
have been. I said how awful and what was the spanking for and how
long did it go on for and did they cry and such like nonsense, not
believing for one minute that he'd really had such a dream and was just
playing. He said he couldn't remember exactly, you know what dreams are
like, but it had to be quite hard because she was struggling quite a lot
and swearing (Ah, it could have been me then) and yes she was
definitely crying towards the end. His hand was moving further up my leg by now, he left pauses between words to stretch it out, and then his
middle finger was rubbing me through my knickers which were dampening
rapidly. I asked him how it had ended.
What had broken the dream or did he just wake up. He said he didn't just
wake up, the woman got louder and started bucking and then begging him.
'Oh, and did you stop?' I asked. 'She wasn't begging me to stop,' he
said, 'she was begging for it harder.'
Oh my goodness, at that point I felt myself gush a little and then P's
finger was under the gusset of my knickers and into my wetness and I
came, biting onto a fistful of duvet to stifle my noise. After I got my
breath back I said 'Oh fuck fuck you should have dreams like that more
often, you really should, I needed that'. I put my head on his chest and
pushed the duvet off him intending to show some wifely appreciation but
he held my hand away, kissed my forehead and got out of bed. He said I
could look after him later when I came and asked him for my spanking and
that was that, his shorts and t-shirt were on and he was away for the
papers.
I lay awhile, snug and warm post cumming, I didn't want a spanking, post
orgasm spankings are terrible anyway and didn't think I would want one
later. But, come the afternoon, after a few jobs around the house and a
trip to town, I was getting feelings, I think P's dream had been playing
with my sub conscious all day. He hadn't mentioned it again but I felt I
owed him and, in a completely un sexy way, I wanted to get the spanking
the girl in his dream had got.
So I went to him and asked, unceremoniously, if I could please have a
spanking, a good sound one. I could hardly believe my own words. P
didn't look surprised or anything, just told me to come with him and he
took me upstairs to our little office, closed the window and sat in the
middle of the futon. I looked down at his shorts and imagined from his
bulge that I would be getting a good mouthful after I'd had my spanking,
which I really wanted to be hard. Well it certainly was and I cried out
like the supposed girl in my husband's dream for it to be harder and he
obliged. I didn't want sex but I did want to thank my husband for what
he'd just done and for earlier and for just being. It didn't take long
for him to fill my mouth with me sniffling and murmuring and
swallowing like a good girl. I still didn't want sex I was sated sore and
happy.
I wonder if it would have been the same if I hadn't had that early
morning surprise. I doubt it but I must say it was a nice feeling to
just get spanked for its own sake and then service my spanker in the
time honoured way.
Stay safe.
Ronnie
xx
