Spanked on Humpday

Sometimes in my blog travel, I lurk through the TTWD world. And sometimes I get a thought in my travel. This time I got a thought from several of Minielle Labraun drawings. This woman can draw a mean (as in nice) spanked ass..😉 Minielle blog address is here  http://minellesbreath.blogspot.com By the way, I borrowed your picture Minielle .😈

It was on his mind at work all day. Every in the office had noticed how chipper he was today and wonder why.

She was on his mind was the reason. What they did last night was on his mind. How loving and caring she had been while submitting all of her love to him last night. And he couldn't wait for a repeat tonight on Humpday.

The clock stroke five, and he raced out the door. He beat his record tine driving home with making love on his mind all the way.

He double-times up the sidewalk and quickly opened his house front door and called out, "Babe, I'm home," expecting her to greet him with a hug and soft kiss like she does every time he walks into the front door. But this time, there wasn't an I miss you greeting, just the sounds of dishes bumping together coming from the kitchen.

I'm home he said as he walked into the kitchen.

Yeah, I see, she quietly said

With exuberance in his voice, he asked her, " Do you know what day it is?"

An abrupt  "No" was her reply

It - is  - Humpday! he  beamed

Hmmm, was all she said

He moved a chair away from the kitchen table, then took a long look at his wife.

He sat down in the chair, and with a caring voice he asked her, had a hard day, did we?

She turned around and put a hand on her hip, rolled her eyes at him, then she snapped back, "And why would you say that!" 

He thought for a moment to study the situation.

With a firmer and more resonating voice, "Come here, young lady," was his reply while pointing at his lap.

"Why ?" she asked while moving her head in a quick motion side to side as if she was annoyed by him questioning her.

He didn't reply. His body demeanor was all he needed to show his alpha status.

She laid down the kitchen towel and shuffled her feet as she walked towards him.

He gently but firmly turned her around, then quickly laid her across his lap.

He pulled her trousers and panties down with one excessive jerk that enticed a spark to ignite in the center of her womanhood

Don't bother to count was his last word before she heard swooping thunder, then a split second later, she felt a lightning strike slap against her exposed ass flesh. Whamp!

Her head instantly popped up. Her bottom muscles tighten, a swallow groan erupts from her throat as her legs jerked while she tried to twist her backside away from the next hard strike.

But his hand was too quick, his grip on her waist was too strong, she felt the next strike deep inside her loins.  Whamp!

She cried out, "I'm sorry," but strike three had already hit home, and number four was inbound and on target. Whamp!-Whamp!-Whamp! -Whamp!

Now his preaching sermon started while his heavy hand tenderizes her firm backside. "Young lady"  Whamp! -Whamp - Whamp! You better think about how Whamp!-Whamp_Whamp! How you treat your man after he has worked all day and walk into the sanctuary of his home. Whamp!-Whamp!-Whamp!

With tears profusely leaking from her eyes, a shaky voice replied, " I'm sorry," "I'm sorry," in a desperate plea for him to stop the brutal spanking. But her mindset was, Hmm, I love Humpday when it starts with a good hard spanking.

Then right in the middle of her thoughts, WHAMP!-WHAMP! "OUCH, that hurt!!" streamed into the air. It seemed lighting had struck the same tender  spot twice.  

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