Yes I know my headers are appallingly tenuous
sometimes and grammatically impossible but just bear with me. You
see the truth is that a pair of knickers which I bought from MandS got me
spanked, or so my husband told me, but that would be too much of a mouthful,
hence my version. And anyway it's the story that counts.
It was last Sunday morning after I'd showered, I was
standing in my underwear in the bedroom plucking my eyebrows in the wardrobe
mirror, leaning forward as you do to get close to the mirror. My husband came
into the bedroom to get a sweater, he was going down to the newsagents, he
walked past me then stopped and looked back, I could see him in the mirror, he
was looking at my backside. He turned again to pick up his sweater then tossed
it on the bed and came back over to me standing right next to me and a bit
behind. He spoke to my reflection in the mirror while his hand cupped the cheeks
of my bum alternately, he said he was going to spank me. My reflection told him
he couldn't because I was doing things but he said they could be done
later.
He then pulled me across to the bed, bent me
over his lap in that slightly lopsided way it always happens when seated on the
bed edge, upper body mostly on the bed, backside where it should be and legs
trailing with toes touching the floor. He started spanking me really quite
hard, well it always feels harder soon after showering, and I was squealing and wriggling. "Keep your backside still, woman!" said P as
he tightened his left arm around my waist, "or I'll take your knickers down!"
That came as a kind of afterthought and he didn't do it, worse luck, he just
kept spanking until he'd had his fun, I suppose no more than two or three
minutes but his hand is strong and it hurt and it all happened so quick I didn't
even get into sexy spanking mode. He let me up and I was relieved, a bit
affronted by his sudden pouncing on me and bemused.
"Why did I get spanked?" I asked as I turned
my back to the mirror and turned my head over my shoulder to look at my bum
which was red all round the lace of my knickers, the tops of my thighs had
caught it too.
"Because of the knickers," was his reply,
"they're silky and shiny and sexy looking and I like that little peep
hole at the back." That apparently was good enough reason to spank the arse off
a girl. Then he gave me a peck on the cheek, which I know was flushed
red (my face cheek) because I'd caught sight of it in the mirror, grabbed his
sweater and was away leaving me to get on with my womanly things. Now by that
time I had started getting horny, I wished he'd come back and spank me some more
in fact, I even thought about calling after him that he was a bastard or
something to provoke him. But I didn't.
Instead I checked my bum again in the mirror,
pulled my knickers down to see the whole job, which was very impressive,
then got on with things. His words about the knickers being shiny sexy
etc stayed in my mind and when I went downstairs I checked the
MandS website to see if I could find them online. I did and they were on
a three-for-two offer and had different colours so I ordered two more pairs and
a pair of another style, I hoped he was telling the truth that they'd triggered
a spanking, I would find out but I'd be ready for it next time:)
Have a fun weekend
Ronnie
xx
