Breach or Trust

"Put your face straight and be quick about it," were my husbands last words to me before exiting the guest bedroom to put his cane away.

I suppose I'd deserved it but I didn't feel as if I'd deserved it at the time, it was unreasonable as far as I was concerned and I made sufficient protest as to leave P in no doubt that I was not best pleased, not that it made any difference. We'd been sidling up to one another only half an hour before it happened, too, and that made it even worse.

Linda and Roger came to visit last weekend, you see, and because it's a 180 mile trip and we hadn't met for ages except briefly at a funeral, they stopped over on Saturday night. No problem there then, they didn't bring their kids they wanted to talk without the kids around, Roger's recently been diagnosed with prostate cancer and I think they wanted to get it out in the open, we go back a long while. Roger used to be a DJ in fact he was the first one to work for P when we were in a different business. We'd decided to eat out on Saturday evening and they were going into town in the afternoon because Roger wanted a bulb for his car and Linda needed something she didn't tell me what (turned out to be flowers for me), they said they wouldn't be long.   

I went into their room to put a couple of fresh towels in and happened to notice Roger's bag open on the bed, some clothes alongside it and a letter from an NHS Trust on the floor, I presumed in connection with Roger's condition, no doubt they would be showing it to us later, I picked it up, couldn't see any harm in reading what is said. (as mentioned we go back a long way) P must have seen the door open and came to close it and preserve heat. He found me reading Roger's letter. He thought I'd taken it from his bag, which wasn't the case at all and I told him so but it didn't make any difference. 

"What on earth is going on, Ronnie?" He was angry.

I told him what had happened, that it had been on the floor, whether he believed me or not he said I shouldn't read other peoples' mail anyway and he went into our bedroom and brought his cane back. He made me bend over with my hands on the dresser, then he undid and lowered my jeans, no dilly dallying, and caned me. I went to get up after the first stroke, it hurt and it was ridiculous and unjust but he pushed me back down and kept his hand on my back telling me to stay there if I knew what was good for me. he told me it was bad manners and breach of trust and friendship and just plain wrong and I should be ashamed of myself. He caned me quite a few times more than ten strokes I think although I wasn't counting. They were hard and in quick succession and I yelped and at the end when he let me up I said "For fucks sake that was stupid it wasn't how you thought. Fuck that hurts!" and I stomped my foot. I was somewhere between indignant outrage and tears.

P said to make sure to leave the room how I'd found it and they'd be back soon. That was when he told me to put my face straight and left the room.

I was furious with him but ten minutes later our guests were back and I was in hostess mode, I still wasn't happy with P though and I didn't care who noticed. When we went out to dinner he told me I better buck up or I'd get another dose tomorrow. I bucked up, I already had some welts adorning my backside I didn't want more, not in the circumstances.

The stupid thing was, Roger did show the letter to us later and it really had been on the floor. Anyway hearing him talk about his prostate cancer overshadowed my paltry gripes. It was lovely to see them both again, we resolved to do it more often.

What a week. Thank goodness the weekend is here. Have a fun one.

Ronnie

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Paddled, Poleaxed, Posts

P was poleaxed yesterday by some mystery bug, I think Fri 13th came a day early for me, couldn’t post, I was worried all day. Think it’s OK now but it overshadowed the lovely evening on Wednesday and I’m here at the office today on my own but relaxed enough now to tell you about it.

Wednesday evening we were going out to eat as I told you, I was getting changed in the bedroom just about to slip a pair of jeans on when P came into the room said don’t bother, I’d like a little word with you, and steered me into our home office. To cut it short, he’d read the post I made on Wednesday, I could hardly believe it he doesn’t read me very often it was just by chance. Anyway he caught the flavour of it, seemed to be mildly amused, a bit intrigued and said he’d detected an underlying inference in my post that perhaps he wasn’t attending to me well enough. Well I wouldn’t say he got it exactly right but I wasn’t going to debate it at this point because I know how P works and this was definitely building into something interesting.

Noting wrong with the post, he said as he dragged me across his knee on the futon seat we keep in the office, but he didn’t want me to feel ‘under-spanked’ as he put it so out came the rose paddle, which he’d tucked down the side of the seat, and he brought it down sharply on by pantied rear making me jump OWWW! again and again OWW OWW OWW as it rained down on my bottom, so damn hard I couldn’t help shouting, which I try not to do at home, but my distressed pleas were ignored anyway. My backside felt so hot I’m sure I could have fried an egg on it. He stopped, I let out a gasping breath PHEW! and made to get up but he held me in place, pulled my panties down to my thighs and gave me another minute or more of solid meaty THWACKS from that wonderfully evil implement. When he stopped for real he gave me a moment to recover then patted by bum and said now go and finish getting ready and we’ll discuss the content of your post over dinner, I’m sure it will be very fresh in your mind after that.

Now don’t get me wrong this was done with good humour but my goodness it hurt and as I wriggled into my jeans and I knew he was right it certainly would still be fresh in my mind.

So we drove into town, had dinner and talked openly about my little post and the reasons for it and it all went very well and I do think he’s got the gist of things. The only problem, he said, was that I don’t do anything genuinely wrong all that often so it made it kind of difficult but he’d keep an eye on things but not to expect any big changes. Fair enough by me.

Now the bad bit starts. We went to bed later after catching a late night news programme I felt horny and shuffled by bottom into P’s groin shortly after he got into bed but he didn’t take me up at all, he said he felt tired, unusual for P, and he was out like a light.

Next morning off goes alarm 6.45 am, P goes to get up, stops, sits on side of bed, I know there’s something wrong he says he’s OK, goes to stand up and nearly collapses and has to lie flat. Totally weird, P doesn’t get illness, not even man flu, he was in a cold sweat now, nauseous, tingling arms, and couldn’t raise his head off the pillow, think there might be something wrong he said, you’d better call a doctor. So that was the start of my Fri 13th (a day early). To cut it short, several phones calls, a nurse, emergency doctor and then our own doctor, indicated he’d picked up some kind of viral vertigo, he wasn’t dying after all but it was very frightening at the time. He got medication in the day to mitigate the effects but the virus has to work its way through his system which could take several days. He does seem a lot better this morning, he slept about 10 hours last night instead of his normal 5 -6.

So I’m running the shop, passing message to and throw, he’s not supposed to move about too much because it’s movement that aggravates it.

Relieved, thankful, happy how things turned out eventually, fingers crossed it doesn’t last long.

Ronnie
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I quite liked respected it

Tonight, we'll be out at our local Italian eaterie, it's our favourite local, I've mentioned it before, small, good food, nice Italian music, not extortionate and he still gets bodies in so there's always a pleasant atmosphere, not like many of the establishments in town which are showing credit crunch fatigue.

I'm going to bring up spanking and its place in our relationship. I was going to do it before Christmas, after that time he spank-punished me to do with my blog, but I backed off. I haven't got some belated grievance to air, not at all, in fact quite the reverse.

I'm going to tell him I quite liked it (might change 'liked' to 'respected' or something), admired in fact, the way he took control on that occasion and put me straight. This will be done during main course, I will have built up to it during antipasti. I'm going to make it known that since I joined blog land I've read loads of stuff which has really got me thinking about some of the underlying values spanking can bring to a relationship, I mean apart from sex. This is true actually, I'm far more conscious of pleasures, frissons and intrigues aside from the sex and would like to explore them more. Without losing the sex that's a given.

I'll let it be known that as we have a strong relationship, I don't feel at all belittled if ever he feels, ahem, more often the need to put me straight. Mains will be cleared by now and I'll be wondering if another bottle of Montepulciano might help the words flow more fluently. I'll order a pudding for now. By putting straight I mean spanked..er..you know hard like you did, no warning, when I was sassy over my blog, I mean to say I trust your judgement and I know you were right that day, even though I was a bit upset at the time. If I can catch the girl's eye I think a second bottle might be a good idea. So I mean, if I get silly over the blog again, well you know. Or any other things, I mean I do trust your judgement and don't worry any upset will be shortlived. All the time not just when I'm cheeky over my blog. My hand's under the table on his knee and his hand has joined it. The girl has caught my eye, another bottle on the way.

I'll pass on to other things, dessert and coffees, sip the wine, probably leave half a bottle, they'll cork it for us, why not. He's got the message I think, we do have good intuitive powers, didn't want to spell it out too plainly, it would spoil it.

Then again if I underplay it I won't get what I want.

Ronnie

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