With the busy-ness Christmas brings, family and friends dropping in/staying over, and the sometimes strained undercurrents which accompany all of that I haven't really been spanked (unless you count little love pats) for what seems like ages. So as its NYE, and I'm sitting on my own looking out onto a rather grey and wet village while my husband, downstairs with his brother, chews over the merits of extending the beer cellar into part of the garden (boring boring), I'm feeling somewhat neglected in both the spanking and, temporarily the social department but I shall be addressing that shortly.
The staff will be lighting an open log fire and I think I'll wander down on my own and have a nice warming brandy in front of it while the men measure up their beer barrels; perhaps a few locals will be in, I can chat with them, there's a convicted armed robber (done his time and in his seventies now) amongst their locals, actually quite a likeable man, and one or two other characters.
Perhaps P will consider it far too early in the day to be drinking and take me back upstairs and give me a good spanking to set me straight and warn me for the evening ahead. Doubt it, but a girl can have thoughts. It would certainly warm me up in places the brandy and log fire won't get to.
Anyway before I go down, here's a little NYE story from my archives, it happened a while back, it's pub related so sort of relevant to where we are now, it's a true account where I was punished, and deserved it. Oh if tonight's events could bring the same :)
The occasion - a fancy dress party on NYE for clients, friends and colleagues. It was co-hosted by us and a friend in a similar line of work.
The place - a hotel, we had private room booked, hot buffet, disco, about 120 guests. The theme - totally open, but everyone absolutely had to dress up no party poopers. I was a lady Robin Hood with tights on, no particular reason except I liked the outfit. P was an Arab sheikh.
We had a room in the hotel as did our co-hosts and several guests, others had cabs or nominated driver, the turnout was great, the outfits stunning, the evening got off to a great start and went from strength to strength aided by not un-generous amounts of alcohol as befits a New Year Eve, by around 10pm everyone's loosened up and the dance floor's packed. As hosts we mingled, chatting here and there dancing here and there, and a combination of mingling and dancing on P's part.....and a dose of temper and tantrum on mine......got me into hot water.
One of our guests, I'll use her name which was Pam, was dressed as a bunny (of the playgirl Hefner type) complete with fishnets and bobtail,
she'd worked for us a few years earlier but now worked for a related business. She was married with kids but was there with colleagues not her husband, she got to dancing with P, no big deal really except after the dance she looked up at him and I'll swear she batted her eyelashes and unmistakeably wiggled her cute little bobtail as she turned and headed for the bar. Hah! one to keep an eye on. Then only a short while later she was at P's side again tugging his robe in the direction of the dance floor, little vixen, he declined, she made a boohoo face, he bent and said something in her ear (the music was loud), patted her on her stupid little bobtail (it was stupid now not cute) and she walked off with a big grin (make that stupid too). None of this was done secretively and I had no idea what was said but I was mad, really mad, and I turned from perfect hostess to woman scorned and it wasn't long before Pam, her work colleagues and several others got the message.
I'll spare the details but suffice it to say I over-reacted. When the DJ asked everyone to take their partners for slow one, P came over to me and I told him to sod off and find his little bunny friend to dance with. Oh the look on his face, puzzled, shocked, angry then a quick forced a smile as he realised others were looking at us, his arm arm around my waist and he leaned close and said 'Whatever's got into you we need to discuss it in private not in front of our guests, so I'm going to take my phone out as if I've just got a call, and then I'm going to our room and I'd like you to follow on after a few minutes.'
He didn't wait for an answer, out came his phone from somewhere deep inside his robe, presumably on vibrate, he muttered something into it, assumed a serious look and off he went. I changed my face from woman scorned to woman concerned, looked at my watch after a couple of minutes and then excused myself to the nearest guests, saying I'd just go and check if there was some problem.
I got to our room the door was open, 'Close it behind you, please' he said. He was calm but I knew he was angry, he's always precise and polite when he's angry. I'm usually the opposite. He asked me what all the fuss was about and I told him he should damned well know, I'd seen what had happened and that I'd given his little 'bunny slut' a piece of my mind and doubted she'd be tugging on his robe to dance later etc....
'So, you saw a slightly tipsy girl being a bit silly with her ex boss, who rebuffed her and told her no thanks, go on and find one of your colleagues to dance with, and based on that you threw a tantrum, acted up in front of our guests and embarrassed Pam's party and those close enough to witness your assault.' he said.
'I saw you pat her bum' I accused, less certain now of my ground. 'That was nothing, Pam has nice bum but not as nice as yours, she was being silly and I just wanted to let her know that was an end to it in a friendly way. Besides, when and if the day ever comes that I can't appreciate a nice bum you'll know there's something seriously wrong with me. True?'
'I suppose so,' I said as he led me by the arm over to the bed.
'And now I'm going to give your bum the kind of attention Pam's would not get in million years from me, and I hope you'll remember it and the manner in which it was given for a very long time,' as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across his lap, reaching under my tunic for the waistband of my tights. Down they came, not with ease as they were a very close fit, and down his hand came very hard on my bare bottom.
SMACK.....SMACK.... you deserve this...SMACK......in fact you deserve more....SMACK.....you can think yourself lucky we have guests out there....SMACK....and we're not at home....SMACK.....because it would be more than my hand dealing with you..... and then there was a PAUSE...
Is that it then, I wondered, and then felt his legs move as he reached down to the floor, holding me in place with his left hand, fiddling with something......Oh NO....please......he had one of his sandals in his hand, an old Jesus style one which had seen many a beach and has a flat well worn leather sole....SPLAT!!!....Oh P, pleeaase!!!.....but my pleas were ignored. SPLAT......this should make sure my point is made....SPLAT.... that I'm really getting your attention....SPLATTTT!! Oh that was harder pleeeeease I'm sorry..........somebody will hear....SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!......no they won't they're all out of their rooms enjoying themselves...SPLAT.... and that's just what we'll be doing again after you've recovered your senses and good manners...SPLAT!!!!! ......OOUCH....god that was the hardest one of all and I'm wriggling to try and dissipate some of the sting........and then he grips my waist tighter and delivers a further dozen or so of the same in quick succession......OMG I'm on fire.....I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry really l am as the spanking stopped. And I was.
He gave me a couple of minutes breathing heavily over his lap, calming down, no words, his hand gently rubbing my back, not my bum, then he helped me up, cupped my chin in his hand to make me look up at him 'You deserved that for doubting me, you don't need to and you should know it by now. I'm going back to our guests, if anyone asks I'll tell them it's just some little family matter you're sorting out on the phone, I expect you back out there too after you've put your face straight and recovered your composure.'
I rejoined the party about fifteen minutes later, my bum felt at least two sizes bigger in those outlaw tights, I was sure it would be radiating heat and determined not to stand too close to anyone which was silly because it was pretty warm anyway. I know that no-one could possibly have known I'd been spanked yet I felt like everyone was looking at me and thinking that's sorted her out and doesn't she look much better for it. As for P he was milling around as if nothing had happened. I avoided him, I mean he'd just put me over his knee and well and truly in my place and I wasn't exactly going to throw myself at him. My bum hurt but my pride hurt more and I felt stupid for having doubted him.
About 11.30 the DJ decided top play his last slowy before he started building up to the magic hour. I saw P look around but I was already making a beeline for him, 'Care for a dance. Sir?' I enquired. Ice broken, what was done was done, we danced and I'm sure I felt his manhood poking into me from his under his robes as we smooched around to some Gladys knight oldie.
When we finally got to bed it was after 2am and we were both shattered, I snuggled into him and went out like a light, next morning I was awake first and felt gently across to see if P was, I think he was half asleep but his tool was at almost full mast as men often are first thing. Well waste not want not, I thought, as I burrowed under the duvet, it didn't take long to get his attention and what followed was a perfectly heavenly start to the new year.
Have a wonderful New Year's Eve.
See you in 2013.