Ouch - not f-----g there

That's what I said, and loud too and with 'angriness', so he told me later.

You see I'd asked P to cane me, stupid as that may seem, but it wasn't a severe caning I sought. I'd read a longish but well written script about women coming during and after spankings and there was a section on the application of the cane and it just kind of got to me and I sent an extract (it was sent to me by a readers, I'll post the extract next week) to P and he sounded mildly interested and a bit amused so decided to ask him in that vein if he thought it would work. He said there was only one way to find out and I said 'would you do it then please, *pretty* please?'

Well a bit later we were in the bedroom and he was caning me (you know, normal early afternoon activity:)) when he caught my left thigh with a rogue stroke, very unusual for my husband and that was when I cried out. I wouldn't have except for a few days previous I'd tripped over a metal parasol base which had been anchored to a pavement in town, I'd landed on the concrete which bruised my ribs and caught my thigh on the kerb so that also bruised and was still tender. P was aware of it but out of sight out of mind (he was caning me with my thin slutty leggings on) and it was an accident anyway and it happened.

It was a pity because I'd been building nicely, P is a good caner and he'd been hitting all the right spots with just the right blend of pain/stimulation. My cry-out stopped things immediately, I told him what was wrong and he tenderly took down my leggings to almost my knees. 'Yeah I can see it,' he said, 'sorry about that, you know it wasn't meant. I mean I intended to hurt but not there. Sorry.' He double 'sorried', he meant it of course, he always says intended pain yes, unintended pain no.

Then he told me my language hadn't been appropriate and I was angry and shouldn't really have been, then he told me he was going to continue my caning but from the other side. I wiggled my bum a bit in acceptance rather than saying it. He said my leggings could stay down so he'd have a full view. He gave me a few strokes, gentler than before but I couldn't get my rhythm back, the stoppage had neutralised me. Added to which he was leaving my leggings down which I didn't want, I've developed quite a kink in my mind about being spanked 'in' leggings, especially the thin rubbishy ones I've got. I'm sure it will pass but it hasn't yet. Anyway I told P it had gone and he said ok no problem, then sat on the bed next to me. He pulled my leggings up for me and guided my head down onto his lap.

I did the decent thing of course and halfway through got my mojo back but it was too late to change course. Instead I took a mouthful and swallowed like a good girl. I liked my lips lasciviously when I came up and told him it wasn't quite what I'd been after but it would keep me going wink wink. I also apologised for snapping at him.

Stay safe.

Have a fiun weekend.

Ronnie
xx