I got it and deserved it - I suppose

Yep I got spanked, and it was unceremonious, un-provoked and un-sexy.

And although I was sort of glad it had happened by the end of the evening when we'd all had a few drinks and general pleasant chit chat had overtaken my resentment. I still wasn't talking properly with P and in fact was sitting at the opposite end of the table from him so that it didn't show. We were out with friends, a party of six, enough to camouflage my feelings.

We'd started discussing Christmas arrangements about an hour before we were due to leave for the restaurant, it had escalated to a difference of opinion and then pretty much an argument about what we would or wouldn't do and me taking a few things personally and digging my heels in and refusing to partake in certain activities because they were in the tradition of our daughter-in-law's family not ours and it seemed weighted in their favour. P started out with logical reasoning, and in retrospect was right, but ended up with a take-it-or-leave-it stance which I didn't like. I told him there was no way I was giving in and added there was no way he should even be talking to me like that. I told him I wouldn't be coming out with him, he could go on his own and make excuses. I got up to leave the room but he came after me and pulled me across to the sofa.

He gripped me very firmly around my waist with his left arm and with his right hand undid my belt and jeans. He yanked them down as far as he could in that position and then sat down on the sofa taking me with him. With two hands free he finished taking my jeans down followed by my panties and just laid into me. The TV news was on and just as well because I made quite a noise, I didn't want spanking, it wasn't funny it wouldn't make me change my mind about Christmas.

Because I was yelling and threatening him to let me up or he'd regret it (god knows what but that's what I said) he had to almost shout over me and told me I'd get it harder if I didn't calm down. Well it's hard to clam down when you're getting your backside scalded unfairly so I didn't stop struggling but I did try to keep my voice down even though I meant every word I said, at least at the time. P got the message across to me that he wasn't spanking me over Christmas but about saying I wouldn't come out with him. He said that was childish and I would be going out with him whether I liked it or not and I better put my face straight and not let an atmosphere set in or else. A lot more was said but I won't go into it, you get the idea.

When he stopped we had about twenty minutes left before we needed to leave. He told me to pull my knickers and jeans up and go get changed, brush my hair and do my face and not to make us late. I didn't say I would but I left the lounge without saying a word and went upstairs, bottom blazing and hating my husband at that particular moment. I knew I was going to go with him though and it was an enjoyable evening although when we parted company and found a taxi I sat on the far left of the back seat with P on the right, whereas usually on the odd occasion we take a taxi I would be snuggled against him.

I thawed out a bit overnight and reconsidered how we'd got into our argument the previous evening. I hadn't been wrong but I might have been wrong in the way I'd said things so I guess a spanking had been the best way to deal with it at that time. We still need to talk though.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx