Not quite no pants

Last Sunday was when Ronnie, over at Heart and Soul  (and other spanking bloggers) brought to my attention the fact that it was “No Panty Day” (22 June ) which, on further investigation, seems to have come about as an extension to No Pants Day when some people on a subway rode about with no trousers on.

This was all news to me and I asked my wife later that morning if she knew about it and whether she might  consider joining in when we went out for lunch. It was a nice warm day and I told her that she might be a lot cooler with no underwear.

 It has been many years since she went commando to a summer party and despite my asking she has never repeated the stunt. I can still recall the passionate love making on the sofa when we got home once she had quite a few drinks.I can still picture the dress she wore and the gorgeous thighs that were exposed as I lifted it up to expose her heavenly bottom.

Anyway I got short shrift  last Sunday as she told me that she had never heard of the "no pants day" and it wasn’t about to happen in our house.

In fact she said, the only person who would be pant free that day would be me, bent over for the paddle, if I didn’t stop pestering her. I took that as a bit of a challenge and admit that I was a bit of a nuisance boy for the rest of the day.

 I tried various means to irritate her (fondling her breasts when she was driving, placing a hand up the back of her skirt in the car park amongst other things)  and this culminated in me accidentally dropping a plate when I was doing the washing up later that evening. It wasn’t a valuable piece of china but it had sentimental value and I didn’t actually intend to smash it into pieces.

When she heard the crash on the floor she stormed into the kitchen and scolded me for my carelessness.

“I’ve had enough of you today. Go upstairs to bed when you’re done here whilst I finish watching my programme.”

I washed and climbed into bed with just a fresh set of pants on. I had no idea what might happen next. Unfortunately I dozed off to sleep and did not notice anything until the bed cover was yanked away and I saw my wife standing over me holding the long holey Spencer paddle in one hand.

“Pull the pillows in to the middle and get over them. You wanted pants off so you can have these and put them in your mouth.”

She tugged off her white knickers and handed them to me. As I scrunched them into my mouth I caught a whiff of her and her perfume. I moved around the bed and got into position with bottom high in the air.

“And pull your pants down.”

Reaching behind I managed to draw the pants down to the top of my legs but not much further. The cool air felt delicious on my bare cheeks. It wasn’t that cool for long, as the broad paddle whooshed onto my bottom

Thirty spanks later and I was starting to moan and groan  a little. The pain was intense and if I hadn’t had my mouth full of cotton panties I would have been yelling out quite loudly.

 She can really land that Spencer in a ferocious upward sweep that catches the sensitive skin just below the crown of my bottom.

I could only nod my head in agreement when she told me that this probably not what I had in mind when I started playing my silly games that day.

After ten more strokes she told me to make myself scarce and sleep in the guest room.

I slunk away with my pants falling around my ankles and looked at my flaming red ass in the wall mirror. The cool sheets of the spare bed felt good and I took the liberty of wanking before falling asleep. I wiped myself clean with her panties and that was another error that would only come to light the next morning. 

Hey ho.