My afternoon

This story began back here.

“My Actions! What about my actions? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I insisted.

“Well now, you weren’t exactly honest with Ryan when he called and the boy was really worried.” Tom began.

“Tom, I didn’t lie to you! Are you saying I have to tell everyone in the world all I know? I wanted was to hear the facts from Allie before I spoke with Ryan.”

“And did you get the ‘facts’ by talking to Allie?”

I chose to ignore this questions and Tom went on. “But not coming clean with Ryan isn’t why I’m spanking you.”

“Spanking me! You’re not spanking me at all!” I tried to rise but Tom held me firmly. “Don’t you even think about it buster – I didn’t do anything!”

“Do you know how I feel about you texting me?" he asked. "Do you know how I feel about you turning off your phone?” Tom’s tone was mild but he wasn’t letting go.

“Tom I’ve turned off my phone at other times when I was eating with friends; it would be rude to take a call while at a lunch.” I informed him.

“Girl, you weren’t dinning you were trying to hide from Ryan and me. That’s not the same thing.”

Apparently Tom felt he’d talked long enough. Standing up he set me on my feet and led me, still protesting, to the bedroom.

“That’s enough.” Tom said firmly, putting his finger to my lips. With the skill of a man who has practiced a lifetime I was bare bottom and over his knee in no time.

Tom began with his hand and the first volley of 10 was so hard that it nearly took my breath away. Then he began rubbing. With his hand soothing my bottom and some other intimate touching, I soon realized this spanking was not for discipline. Regardless he began again. I was squirming to get away. It still stung like the devil. He was keeping my mind in a constant swirl. Hard swats – gentle intimate rubbing, his timing for each was erratic and I was having difficulty anticipating.

Tension, relaxation, pain, caresses – it was confusing, arousing. I lost track of time. My dear husband is an amazing man. By the time he laid me back on the bed to make love I’m not sure I could have told you my own name.

Later, much later, we were curled up together on the bed. Tom was stroking my back and I finally realized that the whole wonderful afternoon had been Tom’s way of keeping me occupied and not fretting about Allie and what she might be going through. And let me tell you that plan was an unequivocal success! He is welcomed to distract me in this manner any time he wants to.

My worrying wouldn’t have done Allie any good anyway. Bless her heart, she had chosen her actions and she was living with the consequences. I got to hear about her consequences later that evening.