A different kind of spanking

Many of our spankings are planned in advance; they are long, intense, and involve various levels of pain. Then there are the short, sharp ones that are quite unexpected but very welcome. Finally there are the spankings that deliver little but promise much. That's the kind I want to tell you about.

Ron and I were in the kitchen preparing dinner. Whenever he seemed to think I was in his way, he would give me a pat on the bottom as an indication to move over. That was fun, and I seemed to be in his way far more often than was strictly necessary.

After we had eaten and were clearing the table, I bent over the dishwasher to put in the plates and cutlery. I felt a sharp smack, first on one cheek, then the other. A hand returned to the first cheek and stroked it gently but firmly, then repeated the massage on the other side, then in the cleft between them. When the hand withdrew, I straightened up and shut the dishwasher, wondering what would happen next.

I got my answer when I opened the refrigerator and put some leftovers on the lowest shelf. One hard swat on my bottom was followed by several more. When I stood up, Ron's hand slipped under the elastic waistband of my black velour pants and caressed my cheeks. He then thrust his hand under my panties and explored further.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," I purred.

"Shall we leave the rest of the cleanup till the morning?"

"That works for me."

I have to admit that there was no more spanking that evening, but the alternative was very nice indeed.