I want you to seethe

I'm just following up on my little Bank Holiday Monday trip which one or two have asked me about. It did take place, I did get spanked prior to setting out, I did bag a few bargains and I did have a lovely meal out in the evening. Didn't get spanked a second time later in the day though because a new neighbour came round to borrow a tool off P and we got chatting and it made us a bit late so spanking 2 didn't happen which was a pity because I really wanted it as I'd been simmering all day.

When P spanked me in the morning before setting off, he told me he was going to do it hard, with his hand, and really make me sting, he said he wanted me seething till half way up the motorway. I said I didn't think I'd be seething because that's harbouring unexpressed anger isn't it and I doubted I'd be angry. My husband said I hadn't had the spanking yet so I better not count my chickens, then he told me not to correct him and that he wanted me seething with unexpressed sexual emotion. I still don't think it was the right word but I got the idea. And liked it.

My husband has very good hands, he's not a manual worker but likes doing manual work, his hands are strong, he uses them very well and I love them especially when they're holding me in place for a sound hard spanking, which was what I got about twenty minutes before we left the house for the Motorway Monday morning. He took my jeans and knickers down in our little office and had me across his lap on the futon and tanned my backside till I was wailing and had to bite on one of the cushions to keep the noise down so that he wouldn't stop too soon. Ooh I like it like that, no warm up no messing around, get on with it, it left me gasping and rubbing my backside as he stood me up. He told me he hoped I'd be a good girl for the rest of the day and there'd be another dose of the same later if I wasn't. 'Now, knickers and jeans up, car, 5 minutes or else' he snapped. We were on the road in less than 5.    

My bottom, which felt larger in my tight jeans and certainly hotter than it had half an hour ago, remained sensitive to movement for some while and I had my hand on my husband's lap before we even got on the motorway. Somewhere past Stafford he asked me if I was seething, I said I didn't think I was but I was definitely simmering. He said good that was probably the word he should have used. 

  

I simmered quite a lot during the day I can tell you, relieved by the distractions of trying clothes on from time to time but the simmering didn't really abate and on the way home I was thoroughly looking forward to a second round of spanking before going out to dinner. You already know it didn't happen that way, I didn't get a second spanking but I was still simmering in the restaurant and made it known, and I did get one almighty orgasm after we got home:) It was a lovely day.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

A Deal's a Deal

Twenty pounds

and two canings

That's the cost of returning items to Ralph Lauren after Christmas, or at least it's the cost to me. I've paid the twenty quid and been caned once, one still to go if he remembers......but I got my returns sorted, didn't have to drive up the M6, which I hate, and (I think) almost persuaded my husband on the drive back that we should take a winter break.

The deal was made after a couple of glasses of wine (I'd have negotiated out of the twenty quid in favour of a third caning if I'd been thinking clearly:)) and it came about after my pre-xmas trip to Chester and the designer outlet at Cheshire Oaks. I bought quite a lot of stuff, amongst it a RL jacket for myself and a Polo sweater for P as a Christmas present. I was delighted with the jacket until a couple of days after buying it my son showed me some Barbours online which looked much nicer and he gets discount. I sent for one and it was brilliant, much better all round than the RL, sorry RL. Then the sweater I gave P on Christmas day had a tiny snag on the front which I hadn't noticed in store and he said didn't matter but I said no way. 

So I said we need to go back, notice we not I. P said it was hardly worth a trip, the jacket looked good so why not keep it and use it, and as for the sweater why not take it into Bham next time I go and swap it for a snag free one. I told him that couldn't be done, the outlet store goods aren't interchangeable with high street stores, he said I could sweet talk a sales assistant into doing it but I assured him it wouldn't work. He wasn't convinced. Then I told him how much the RL had cost and that changed his perspective, he said he thought I'd told him it was cheap at the outlet and I said I did and it was and it was a very good deal but I wouldn't feel happy keeping it now I'd got the Barbour. He said he should think not and that's when he agreed to drive up there with me but he said I had to pay the petrol about 30 pounds and buy lunch. I reminded him there was an item of his to be exchanged too so he said OK reduce the petrol cost and take a caning instead, this was all light hearted banter you understand. I must have agreed too quickly and with poorly concealed enthusiasm because he followed up with 'Make that two canings now that I know how much you spent on the jacket'. I said is that the final offer and he said yes, and that was it we shook hands on it.

  

On Saturday morning I was up bright and early, before P for a change, I put a crisp twenty under his wallet so that he couldn't miss it. He noticed it right away when he came downstairs and said he liked that, a woman of her word. Then he got himself a mug of coffee and said if we set off early we could stop off in Chester, he didn't think the outlet stores open before 10am anyway so I agreed, then he told me I should accompany him upstairs, he had a little job to do before we left, he wanted me to know he kept his word too. I guessed what the little job was and said didn't he want to sit and drink his coffee and it would make us late and what about the drive it would be uncomfortable. He just said it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him and smirked.

In the bedroom he told me to stand by the bed and take my jeans down. 

I heard him take another slurp of coffee then the wardrobe door slid open, I presumed he'd put a cane in there.

"Take your knickers down too," he said as he came and stood at my left side, "and bend over with your hands flat on the duvet."

I closed my eyes and scrunched the duvet with my hands, I hadn't expected it and didn't really want it. The stroke seemed to take ages coming and I thought he must be drinking his coffee or something and I made to get up, I was going to suggest perhaps he kept his word some other time. Then I heard the swish and my husband's cane bit ferociously into my bottom causing me to gasp out loud then 'Ooooouw P that was hard' as I turned my head towards him intending to ask him to please be lenient. Unfortunately another stroke landed before I could make my plea and I squealed 

and thudded my feet on the floor stamping from side to side.

"Keep still stop making such a fuss, only another four," said my husband, "a deal's a deal." 

I took the next four strokes better, they were lighter then the first two but still left my backside raging. Then my husband's hand patted my bum and he told me to pull up my knickers and jeans and we'd get going. He pecked me on my cheek as I stood up and then he was off downstairs. Ten minutes later we were heading for the M6, me a bit wriggly but that eased off after half an hour or so and before we reached Chester I'd started to feel a bit horny. I really hadn't wanted to be caned but the afterglow in my bum and the prospect of a shopping expedition with my caner had set me up nicely. We had an enjoyable day, or part day actually, and on the way back I started talking about holidays and P didn't change the subject for a change, in fact when I told him about the discounts some of the travel firms were offering on low season breaks he said they sounded interesting and I should send him a few links. Whoopee.

I don't know if or when I'll get the other caning, I won't remind him. But if I do get it, if it's the same as that one Saturday morning, and if I'm in the mood, I think I might like it because although I made a fuss it wasn't really too severe and not too long either, just about right.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

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Spanked in Sainsbury's

How have you enjoyed your weekend?

Saturday P had to go into town to pick up a few things from the open food market in the square (he swears they're better than the supermarket) as we were having friends round for dinner and he was cheffing. I needed a normal weekly shop too so P dropped me at the supermarket and told me he'd see me in the pick up zone in half an hour prompt.

I never made the half hour, to cut along story short which I don't normally do:) I met a work colleague, well she doesn't work with me but in the adjacent office, who'd just come back from a holiday (of sorts) her organisation help improve the lot of senior citizens and she'd just spent 4 days in Torquay with a bunch of OAP's. One of them had been taken seriously ill and admitted to hospital, another had got drunk on a sing-song evening, a couple had wanted to go home after the first night because the beds were too soft, it went on and on and frankly it didn't sound much like a holiday to me, not for my friend anyway, she looked knackered. If I'd been on my own I think I would have suggested we go and get a coffee or better still a glass of wine, I think she deserved one.

So time went by and we were still in the fruit and veg section chatting when I felt a light smack on my bottom, "what have you been doing you've hardly started," I saw Sue's eyes widen as she flashed a friendly smile past me to my husband, she couldn't have missed what he did. I explained, Sue backed me up and said it was all her fault, I wondered if perhaps she might like a smack on her bottom too, she often flashes her eyes at P. "Well you'd better hurry, I've left the car in the pick up area," he said he would come round with me to make sure I got a move on. I certainly did because in every isle of Sainsbury's I got a smack on the bottom and a 'hurry up' or 'we don't need that.' I kept telling him to stop it but he wouldn't, he obviously found it amusing, we crossed trolleys with Sue again by the household detergents and P hurried me along with another pat on the bum; she noticed it, definitely, she even looked back as we passed. And as I was looking back too, to see if she was looking back, our eyes met and I'm sure I saw a sparkle there. She knew, I thought.

It's funny now I'm writing about it, we did get some looks from one of two other shoppers because P didn't let up until we got to the checkout.

I think it was the quickest shop I've ever done.

Ronnie

xx

Photo from our friend Hermione over at Hermione's Heart.