Mothers Day got me Spanked

I was glad of the spanking but not of the circumstances. You see we were invited to Sunday lunch at our son's place, his wife's mom and partner too plus her mom who's in her eighties and a lovely lady. So lots of moms together from different generations, it sounded great to me until P ruined it saying he couldn't make it. Why, I asked him. He told me because there was a meeting he had to attend at the Village hotel at 5pm and he couldn't make it in time.

I was angry, what sort of effing meeting happens on a Sunday, Mothering Sunday of all days, at that time in the bloody afternoon. It was ridiculous and I told him so but then he reminded me that the meeting was with a group, it had been postponed from last month because the main speaker from Australia had to cancel last minute. I remembered but I was still mad and I said he should cancel it he could meet the bloke some other time, family gatherings are more important. He said it was just Sunday lunch, which he didn't like doing anyway, and he wasn't prepared to cancel.

He said I should go on my own. I said that wasn't correct. We argued a bit and I told him he better tell our son then, because I wasn't going to and I stormed off upstairs. A few minutes later P came up and found me in the bedroom sitting on the bed staring at a blank phone screen pretending I was doing something interesting. He came over and took my phone off me, put it on the dresser and pulled me up off the bed, dragged me round to his side and sat square in the middle. He reached under the mattress and found our Leatherthorn Rose Paddle, 

I couldn't remember when it had last been used or how come he knew it was exactly there. Anyway it was clear what he intended to do and I moved to get away from him but he had my left arm and pulled me roughly across his lap my torso on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge with his lap as a fulcrum.

I only had shorts on (and yes I had a top on as well) He wrenched them down and took the Leatherthorn to me, he did it hard and fast and told me straight that he'd already made a commitment and it was quite important and I should respect that fact and getting stroppy about it wouldn't improve anything, nor would going off in a huff. I was struggling a lot, I didn't want to hear it and I didn't want to be spanked while I was hearing it. He must have given me easily fifty solid strokes maybe a lot more. After he was done my backside was numb and he told me to get my phone and call our son and tell him exactly what the situation was. He stood by the window watching until I did it. I was glaring him but I made the call. Embarrassing and I was still angry but I was nice as pie as soon as our son answered and we chatted and I explained the situation and then our son solved it. He simply said, 'Mom, why don't I just make it an hour earlier and that will leave Dad enough time to get across to his meeting. You can spend the rest of the day with us until he comes back to collect you'.

P could tell from my demeanour that something had changed. I told our son to hang on and I relayed what he'd said to P, who agreed straight away. So that was that fixed, so easy and I hung up. I still didn't want to talk with P in fact I wanted him to leave the bedroom because I was still angry but he was back to his usual frustrating calmness. He said we could have worked that out without all the bad temper and me having to get spanked. I didn't answer him I just hmph'd. Then he said he was going downstairs and did I want a cup of tea, I said 'I suppose so'.

He disappeared and I put the rose paddle back under the mattress. My rear end had recovered feeling and was conveying a dull persistent burn. It was kind of sexy as I pulled my shorts back on but I wasn't going to make that obvious to him.

I went down to have a cup of tea. And make my peace.

Ronnie
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Emma Bridgewater

I didn't deserve it, it was totally unjust and I even thought about seriously arguing my case but then good sense got the better of me and I succumbed and took my spanking.

It was Mother Day. I got a delivery in a nice big Waitrose box, I guessed it was from our son, we were also going to dinner at his new apartment later in the day. The knock on the door came as I was going up to get dressed, I opened the door but the delivery guy was already back in his van and pulling off the drive and the box left on the doorstep, no signature. I took it inside, dumped it in the hall and shouted to P a delivery had arrived, I carried on upstairs.

When I came down P had opened it and looked displeased, there was a bunch of beautiful flowers tucked into an Emma Bridgewater watering jug.....but the jug was smashed. 

P thought I'd caused it when I dumped it in the hall, he told me I shouldn't have been in such a rush, then he said I should have checked it while the delivery guy was still there. I told him I couldn't, the van was away before I had chance but P said he was going to spank me he didn't believe the guy would leave without a signature. I nearly started to sound off, I was a bit pissed that the jug was broken because it was lovely, but then I got sensible and thought why waste a spanking.

So then to make sure it didn't slip away, for good measure I said "Well if you'd got off your backside and answered the door no doubt it would have been perfect". That was quite sufficient for my husband to march me over to the settee, undo my jeans and put me across his lap. He struggled to get my jeans down which he did quite roughly, my knickers too, and then started into me, telling me off at the same time for being careless and not respecting the fact someone had bought me a gift, then blaming him for it, it was unacceptable behaviour and I deserved a damned good thrashing. Well I wouldn't exactly call it a damned good one but it did hurt and I struggled a lot and let him know it. At the end of it he pushed me off onto the floor and told me I'd better phone our son and thank him for the lovely gift but that I'd had an accident and dropped the vase.

I did call our son, not because P had ordered me to but because I wanted to, and I told him the truth exactly what had happened, not what my husband thought had happened. I could see P's face as I was telling my side of it, he didn't look pleased, whether he thought I was lying or whether he realised he'd made a mistake in spanking me I couldn't tell. When I got off the phone I went and sat next to him and put my arms round his neck and told him it really had happened like I'd said, and that my bottom hurt (it didn't by then) just to make him feel bad for spanking me. I don't think it worked, he said I deserved the spanking regardless for what I'd said about getting off his ass. I said I was sorry for that and lightly kissed his cheek, then I let my hand slide down from his neck to the crotch of his jeans which in my opinion was housing a growing erection. I was right and a minute or so after further stroking it I was head down relieving it. My third Mother's Day gift, you might say.

As for the breakage we found out later we would probably get the jug replaced free of charge and a refund too, nice people at Waitrose.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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He Gets Good Results

Did you have a good weekend?

How are my weigh-ins going, I hear you ask? Very well, thank you (what, you didn't ask and don't give a fig? well I'm going to tell you anyway). Last Friday I was bang on target. I think I tried harder during the week because the previous Friday when I hadn't shifted a pound, P said if I didn't make any progress I would get 18 strokes of our school cane. Well I made progress so no strokes. There, wasn't too painful was it?

Now a silly snippet, the girl across the road from us is having driving lessons, she's really nice well the whole family are actually, but I've winced on the two occasions I've see her start her lesson, she's stalled and then kangaroo jumped off down the road both times, I told P her instructor just sat there, I mean he's got dual controls, the least he could do would be to help the poor girl get away smoothly from her own house. P disagreed, he said everyone has to learn, the dual controls are just for emergencies. Then he said it wasn't a bad thing if she found it tough, she might quit and that would be one less woman driver on the road. How unkind! Good job I know his sense of humour.

Later I showed P this lovely little cartoon.

photo from Strict Uncle

I asked him if he thought it was the right way to proceed. He smiled and said 'Maybe in some cases, but then again if the learner were like you they might just keep failing.' Now I wonder what he means by that.

Out yesterday, Mother's Day, so catch up with you all soon.

Ronnie

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