I still didn't know what he was talking about and I
had to look down to remind myself what jeans I'd got on, perhaps it was a
delayed comment, I had been putting shopping away which involved a bit of
stretching and bending. Then he turned the Style page of the Sunday
Times round and showed me what had prompted his comment, it hadn't been my
bum at all, (bummer!), there was a page advertising an upcoming exhibition
of the raunchy fashion photographer Guy Bourdin's work in London.
I 'Hmmphed' and turned away, "A bum's a bum" I said
and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. When I came back in
with two mugs of tea my husband, who must have noted my attitude
albeit exaggerated, put his hand on my own derriere as I bent to put the
mugs on the coffee table.
"Now then," he said, "no attitude or someone's bum
will be over my knee."
"Oh whose would that be then P, not the girl in the
magazine presumably?" I was suddenly elevated again.
He didn't spank me but he patted the seat next
to me and had me sit there, he finished his reading and I browsed, funny
how little things can unexpectedly turn you on, I was really wanting him to
initiate something, or perhaps I should have, for more or less the next
hour, then the door bell went and that was that.
Ah well.
Have a good week.
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
