Ronnie’s Real Spanking
When Ronnie got in what she calls a “slanging match” with her husband, it ended with her getting a real spanking:
Anyway it stopped abruptly. P stood and took a few deep breaths.
“This has gone far enough, more than far enough and I’m not having any more of it.” There were no swear words and his voice had lowered and he was very calm. He took me upstairs, I didn’t know why he needed to do that if he was going to spank me why didn’t he do it there and then. Well I found out soon enough why he wanted me upstairs, he wanted an implement and nearest to hand was a paddle, it’s the stingiest paddle we’ve got, one that Bogey sent me ages ago and it really really hurts when it’s used hard. P knows I dread it.
My jeans and knickers came down and I was pulled half across his lap half on the bed with his right leg locking me down. It was all very fast and efficient. I started protesting but the spanks were underway before I could get a sentence out and then I just shouted and squealed. Profanities resumed but only from me not P. I meant everything I called him at that time too, I’m not going to print it all just believe me my mouth needs washing out for a month. I tried to dig my nails into his flesh where his t-shirt pulled up but he just pinned my arm behind my back and carried on spanking. There’s a pattern to spankings, I mean real ones not play ones, for me anyway. There’s verbal objection, physical resistance, foul mouthedness, threat, overpowerment, shock, realisation, inward capitulation, outward capitulation, pleading, apologies, meaningful apologies, do-with-me-as-you-will absolute contrition usually accompanied by limpness. That was how it was, I was so exhausted I didn’t know how much he’d hurt my bottom until he let me up and there was rush of pain as blood rushed to my nether region to try and cool it. Oh god I wanted to jump about and grasp my poor backside but wouldn’t while he was still in the room.
“We’ll have no more of that nonsense, and I don’t just mean for a few hours or the rest of the day, I mean forever. Full stop.”
All’s well that ends well!
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Love,
Ronnie
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Jumping about and grabbing her backside would have been gratifying for the male to watch.
Of course, showing that much energy might make him would if there had been enough and whether a resumption might be in order.