You remember I posted about having had a spanking drought for a while and then Easter weekend P spanked me twice the same day just because he wanted to.
Well he wanted to again on Monday. It was a public holiday here and our son had gone up to Chester to have lunch with some uni friends, the weather was beautiful, the buzz from the royal wedding had worked its way through the media (not too soon for P, he's not a monarchist at heart) and then Monday morning we got the Osama demise story which rightly eclipsed all other news. Added to that P had received some good news from a friend in South Africa about some goings on in Namibia, gobbledygook to me but it seemed to make P happy so I was happy too.
'Do you remember last weekend when I spanked you?' He asked. I did, and what happened after.
'I'm going to do it again.' I looked away so that he wouldn't see the smile on my lips and asked what I'd done wrong. 'Nothing at all,' he said, 'in fact you've been very good. Too good for your own good in fact... if that makes sense.' It didn't make sense at all but then he added that in any case he just wanted to.
So he gave me the cane.
His hand
And to top it off the lovely John's paddle
Not necessarily in the right order you might think, and I would agree, but it suited the somewhat eccentric ridiculousness of the occasion. He didn't 'do me' as it were afterwards, worse luck, but he did suggest we went for a walk on the Chase, which we did and where he bought us both ice creams from a mobile van and I exaggerated how sore my posterior was and made sure I went in front of him on the up hills where it was single track. Before returning to the car we stopped at a small pub overlooking the hills and sat outside in the sunshine with a couple of beers, we hadn't been there for ages and it was under new ownership. P said we should come back in the evening for a bite to eat in their restaurant, it had been refurbished and looked nice, so we did.
You know it really pays off being good sometimes.
Ronnie
xx
