Nice day out with surprise purchase.

We had a good lunch out today in a nearby seaside town. Some people might look down on these places but it is really very pleasant and a lot of the Brit influence has gone away into the hills. 






It is about 15 minutes from our rented house.

I was driving around looking for a space to park so we could head off for a short walk and a long lunch when a shop on a corner caught my eye. It was a riding tack shop. (The area is full of stables and riding holiday venues).

I parked a couple of streets away and made a point of walking past the shop on the way towards the beach. My wife stopped me and said she had worked out what I was thinking, since, she said, all you seem capable of this holiday is having your butt whipped.

 "So I'll go in there and buy a crop and you can go the shop over the road there and get us a newspaper". She smiled at me.

  "They will think it less strange if a woman buys what you want. If they see you they'll just think kinky old man."

I needed no second instruction. My wife joined me a few moments later holding a long parcel nicely wrapped in brown paper. 


"Here take this back to the car and I'll see you on the beach walk. Don't dawdle and don't open the parcel. I am sure you know what is inside."










I passed her the newspaper and  did as I was told walking briskly back to the car with my mind racing thinking about what I was holding and how it might end up being used. 

We enjoyed a fabulous afternoon with some long cunnilingus back at the house. 

The long parcel is still unwrapped.

I have just had my morning swim and I gave myself ten hard swats with that paddle tennis bat on each damp cold cheek in the pool storeroom. They really stung. I am playing a risky  game of being caught out with this self spanking lark. 

Will I get whipped more or less if my wife sees the red marks? They are usually gone by lunchtime.