What The Hell

Occasionally, my mouth blurts out things, before my brain is in gear.

My side of the story: Cindy wanted to cut the grass at our house, but I felt it was too soon after the last trimming. However, I acquiesced, and helped get the electric lawn mower out. She carried out the grass catcher bag. I put the battery in, and showed her how to adjust the level up one so as not to cut the grass too short during this hot weather.

I then went to see a neighbor for a moment. On returning, I saw her barreling across the lawn at great speed, and without the grass catcher attached. My reaction was to shout out: What the Hell!!!"

Cindy stopped immediately, and was NOT pleased, to put it mildly.

I explained that she needed the grass catcher, but that the most important was not to walk with speed, but to go slowly, as it is BOTH SAFER, AND DOES A BETTER JOB.

Cindy put the grass catcher on, and walked slower for the remainder of the time she was cutting the grass.

I imagine you know what follows. Circumstances did not permit a spanking that day, but the next evening, before going out, it was bare bottom over the knee for a rapid tawsing with the short tawse. Fast and furious.  You will NEVER shout at me outside. Oops.
Not the position, but tawse landing on only one cheek
When finished, I thanked Cindy for the spanking.

I looked in the mirror, and only one bottom cheek was red, and the crack, as Cindy had whaled away spanking only the closest cheek. Standing, the wooden bath brush was used to definitively redden the white cheek, to match the redness of the other cheek.

I again thanked Cindy for the spanking, and we finished dressing and went out to a party.

bottoms up

Red