Better Late than Never

Last weekend our usual spanking date was pre-empted by an unplanned trip to the doggy emergency room after one of our furkids lost an argument with a honeybee. Instead of enjoying a fun half hour with straps and paddles, we spent nearly three hours sitting on hard chairs, leash in hand, waiting. Everything turned out fine and by the next day Fang had fully recovered.

The last time a Saturday date had to be postponed, Ron never got around to planning an alternate time, but this time he surprised me. On Sunday afternoon Ron, our three furbabies and I were cuddled together on the couch in front of the television, enjoying a reality show about things that go wrong in airports. In the middle of an altercation between an irate passenger and a patient client service rep, Ron held out his wrist and tapped his watch.

"It's time," he announced.

"Oh," I replied, puzzled for a moment as to what he meant. Time for a beer? Nope, too early. It's only four o'clock. Then the penny dropped; it was our usual spanking date time. I struggled to contain my enthusiasm.

"Do you mean we are on for our date?"

"Well, we missed it yesterday, so are you up for it today?"

"I am if you are." The airport drama could wait. I was already in spanking mode.
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When I arrived in the bedroom Ron had already laid out his arsenal for the afternoon: our new carpet beater, the dogging bat, a leather paddle and a ping pong paddle. I was delighted to see the two leather implements. This was going to be an easy session (except for the carpet beater, that is.)

I quickly slipped out of my shorts and panties and bent over the end of the bed. Ron lifted my long t-shirt to clear the target area, then he began with the leather paddle. Lovely!

We settled into the usual cycle of twenty or so swats with each implement in turn. In between ouches, I slowly realized that the pattern had changed. Ron was giving me fewer strokes before moving on to the next implement. It became five with each, then four, then three, two, one. He moved quickly, tossing each implement aside after it had served its purpose. Was this a countdown of some sort? I would soon find out.

Ron stopped, put down the last paddle, and began stroking my hot cheeks with his hands. I could feel him pressed against my thigh. So that was why he was in a hurry to finish. I enjoyed his caresses for as long as I could, then turned, knelt in front of him, and unzipped his jeans.

"You had this planned all along," I remarked.

"Mm hmm," Ron agreed, then I got to work, pleased that at least I had had half a spanking, and that Ron had rescheduled our date.