My New Year's Resolution....

.....is to get more spankings

and hopefully P's is to give me more:)

I loved his last NY's resolution.

Have you made a New Year's resolution to do with TTWD.

Ronnie

xx

Picture from IManView.

P's New Year's Resolution

I woke up New Years Day a bit earlier than I would have liked to. My husband's hand was resting on my pantied crotch, his middle finger idly rubbing my slit through the wispy silk.

"I made a quiet new year resolution last night," he said, "I had to do it rather privately, well just to myself at the time, because it wasn't suitable for airing in front of the company we were with, or any company at all really." 

"What are you going on about?" I mumbled sleepily, enjoying what my husband's hand was doing.

"And I didn't wish to alarm you anyway," he continued, "but I woke up this morning still thinking about it so I reckon it must be the right thing to do...."

"Yes P, go on, tell me then," I said, "and please don't stop doing that down there." I was awake now.

"I'm going to cane your bottom more often than I did in 2012, quite a lot more actually....as I like your attitude after you've received a caning."

I gulped and think I emitted something between a squeal and a dirty moan and my hips raised against my husband's hand, whose finger was now inside the gusset of my knickers sliding and rubbing and teasing in my growing wetness 

"I also browsed a few pics I'd got from previous spankings of you, on my phone, not enough actually, and made a second resolution this morning...

must take more pics. So I'll do that too."

So there we had it. Simple. My husband doesn't mince his words.

"Why? Do you think I'm getting naughtier?" I asked. The word naughty or any of its derivatives has some kind of effect on me when I'm aroused and this was no different, I reached across for his manhood but his left hand held my wrist as his right masturbated me.

"No, not really, just because I've decided to," said P, "but if you do happen to be naughtier I shall have to cane you even more and probably a lot har......."

And that was as far as he got because I pulled my hand from his grip to stifle my mouth and started wriggling like a worm on the end of a line as an orgasm suddenly overtook me. My husband turned as it happened and held my face into his shoulder as he worked his hand and fingers harder to squeeze the most exquisitely dirty seeming orgasm I'd had in ages from me.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx