I asked P the question as we were driving on the A5, I had my hand resting high on his left thigh at the time and my finger tips were idly stroking his chinos.
"You wouldn't really have taken me out into Waitrose's car park the other day and spanked me, would you?" I asked coyly. My fingers increased their pressure just a little.
"Hmmm," was all I got back, it was a bit growly, a bit undecided and a bit why are you bothering me with this.
"I mean I know I was wrong (lie) and deserved to be spanked (lie, but who cares) but you wouldn't really have spanked me in public would you?" My fingers sensed movement inside the chinos and shifted position to encourage it.
"I'll be spanking you in the next layby right here on the A5 if you don't stop that." He said it as if he meant it and it made me feel warm.
I thought to myself 'not if you've got a great big stain on your chinos, you'd be too embarrassed to get out of the car' but I didn't say it. I just smiled and moved my hand slowly down to his knee. So I didn't get my answer, but I did get a spanking when we got home, a playful one though as befitted the banter we'd exchanged during the rest of our trip.
Sometimes little cuddly nonsense spankings are just the job, even though your mind might hanker after somewhat more dramatic attentions.
Ronnie
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