I was late home again last night so no supper was ready for my mistress.
It wasn't really my fault. The sunny days had turned into a thunderstorm and roads were flooded and people were driving like lemons.
Anyway she was in a mood and my excuses fell on deaf ears. I offered to fetch a ready meal from an upmarket department store shop in a filling station, which I knew was still open, because I had just passed it or alternatively we could go for a pub meal.
She chose the ready meal because she did not want to get fancied up to go out again. I set off to make the purchases and she went up to shower.
When I got home she called me upstairs,bent me over the bed, removed my trousers and pants and spanked me hard, 30 times, with the bathbrush.
Then I was sent back down to get on with the cooking.
Her mood improved, after she had released the tension by spanking me, and once she had a glass of wine she was fairly chatty.
My spanking was a lot harder than this one.