There's a 'fairly' new book out, the 'thinking
woman's' Fifty Shades. It's called Maestra (you may remember me posting about it) and it launched on Thursday 10th
March, I intended to download it but to be honest forgot. Anyway I got it
on Friday, a bit late, and read a few chapters that evening so too
early to pass comment. But...the good thing...it got me spanked. Not because I
downloaded it, P doesn't mind or even know what I download, but because I
found a link to ITV's morning chat show, the one that's hosted by Philip
Schofield and his co-presenter Holly Willoughby; they were reviewing the book and they had
a woman reading excerpts from it.
I had the volume up on my iPad and P heard an
excerpt, I played it twice. It referred to a swimming pool scene where the girls
were lounging around and referred to a particular male needing a good spanking.
I was amused, P asked me why, did I think it was funny that they were
chewing over males and making such comments? He said they should know their
place (he was joking) and he asked me if the book was full of that sort
of thing and, if so, should I really be reading it. "It sounds as if the
author's batting for the wrong team," he said. "Got her wires
crossed."
"No I don't think so, P, it's just she's independent minded, nothing wrong with that...and I should definitely be reading
it, I'll read what I like." I wasn't being funny and I thought that was an
end to it.
Then on Saturday morning my husband woke me, well I
was already half awake really it was just after 7am and he usually gets up
and showers around then and leaves me dozing. He told me he'd been thinking
about that book and my attitude. What attitude was that, darling, I asked
him and snuggled a bit closer. I slid my hand across to see if he had a morning
bulge, he did, and asked provocatively, "Did it make you feel insecure
hearing a woman suggest that a man needed his little bottom spanking?". I
felt his bulge stiffen. Was it my hand or my words or both. I was fully
awake now, never look a gift horse in the mouth.
"No insecurity on my part," said my dearest, "and
it was your attitude to reading what you like that I was referring to,
it sounded like a challenge, as if you'd defy me if I put my foot
down."
"Aw, there there, poor baby, bit of a
challenge to your authority then, did you think I might be
turning into a maestra some time soon and spanking your little
bottom?" I was playing. His cock stiffened some more. "Ooh, that seemed to
strike a note."
P reached under his side of the mattress and
brought Bogey's paddle out, it's an evil compact stinger. He sat against
the headboard, pushed the duvet back and pulled me across his thighs and laid into my bare bottom alternating between sides.
My cheek was being rewarded. Both of them actually. I struggled between gasps
and squeals to assure him I'd only been joking, I knew my place and all that
sort of nonsense, there was no way I could ever challenge his authority not
while he spanked so manfully...the spanking stopped...Oh dear..."But I was sure
I noticed your cock stiffening just a moment ago, must have been
mistaken." That did it, the spanking resumed with a vengeance and two or
three minutes later he moved me off his lap and he went for his
shower, leaving a sore arsed cheeky girl to have her Saturday morning lie-in
harbouring naughty thoughts.
When he came out of the shower he asked me if I'd
learned my lesson. I said I had and would he please come back to bed and
I'd convince him, but he didn't, he went to make a mug of coffee
instead and by the time I got up his car had gone.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
