Why OTK?

I had a lovely very quick OTK last night as son popped to get a takeaway (for himself, he didn't want to eat with us :)). As P says, windows of opportunity should never be missed, he only says that when he has the time and inclination actually but he still says it, anyway I wasn't complaining, not at the start at least.

At the end I was complaining appropriately and was told not to make a fuss it had been overdue and I'd get some more if I whinged on. I was about to up the whingeing when we both heard son's car on the drive, god it must have grown wings it was far too fast a journey, I'm going to recommend a takeaway in town next time, that takes at least 40 mins round trip.

After I got over not getting my full share I was thinking (strange I've actually never thought about it before) why the expression OTK (over the knee) is most often often used to describe the most common position in which to administer a spanking - when actually it would be physically impossible or at least very difficult to bend over a person's knees, I mean they're joints, they're bony and they wouldn't be at all comfortable. Bent over lap (BOL) or across the thighs (ATT) would be more accurate descriptions for this popular position wouldn't they, and I'm sure there are plenty of others. I'm not knocking OTK, I love it - the expression, the spoken words and the event - but I just wondered how it ever got off the ground.

Has anyone else ever thought the same or maybe even know how the word OTK came to be used.

Ronnie

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Pay Back

Right Mark, I told you your going to pay for your late night out with the lads.

The Unbelievable Truth and more

Thanks to all who stopped by and guessed which of the five facts in my Unbelievable Meme were true.

I obviously made it far too easy for you

Yes, no4 was the correct one. We had to make sure our GS was out of the way whenever P was spanking me because she always wanted to join in.

Hermione also thought parts of no1 was correct and she was right. We did have to wear regulation knickers and we did have spot check to see if we were wearing them but no canings.

Thinking about our GS reminded me of one Friday night, a completely true story, when P was at our other restaurant and we'd had a late disco. Our door staff were very good and if I was on my own they would make sure they checked the whole premise to make sure nobody was still left in. It was around 3.00am and staff had just left (we always sat down with staff at the end of the night, sometimes just for a few minutes chat to wind down, usually a bit longer and they'd have a drink) and was just walking through the restaurant to set the alarms after locking them out when our GS stopped, her ears pricked and and she started to growl, then next minute she was off around the bar leading to the large entertainment room barking full force, hackles up. Oh shit there was somebody in.

I flicked the master switch which floodlit the room and slowly ventured into the room; there was this guy staggering from the direction of the loos, didn't know where he was. Lucky for him, the bar hatch was closed and our GS couldn't get out but boy did she want to. She knew he shouldn't be there and she wanted to let him know that. I told her to be quiet which she did but you could hear the low growl deep in her throat. The guy came closer which started her off again, I told him to stop because I was sure she was about ready to jump the bar, but he kept coming, didn't know what he was doing, he was so far gone I didn't even feel threatened, it was just a nuisance at that time in the morning and I wanted him out.

I quickly dragged GS into the other bar and locked the door and went through the hatch into the entertainment suite. The guy could hardly stand, I went up closer, not quite sure how I was going to manipulate a 13st very unsteady man out of the building, then when I got right up close enough to smell the beer and cigarettes on him I recognised him as the younger son of our own greengrocer who only lived in the next village. I called his dad and told him about his son, he came and picked him, couldn't apologise enough, he was a nice man, nice family actually, every body's entitled to a bad night every now and again. I'm glad he came out of the loo before I'd set the alarms and had gone to bed because that would have really unnerved me if the alarms had gone off after I'd snuggled down for what was left of the night. Mind you the police would have come, we were on a Red Line callout system and they were usually quick to attend licensed premises because it usually got them a drink.

The next day the lad came round with a bunch of flowers to say sorry if he'd scared me and asked if he'd been abusive or anything, which he wasn't, he was really embarrassed, I think his dad had already laid the law down. When P got back later in the day and heard what had happened he was angry and really gave the doormen a piece of his mind for missing the guy.

Ronnie

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An Unbelievable Meme

Prefectdt recently posted an interesting meme. I also spotted it over at Hermione's Heart and at My Bottom Smarts. I thought it would be fun to have a go.

Below are 5 facts, only one of them is genuine the other four are untrue. What you have to do is decided which one is the true fact.

1. I went to an all girls school and we had to wear regulation green knickers, the teachers used to make us line up and do spot checks to make sure we were wearing them and if we weren't, we would be sent to the headmistresses office where she would make us bend over the desk with our skirts up and give us 2 strokes of the cane for first offence, 4 for second, 6 for third. I can assure you not many girls got higher than 2 and it only happened to me once.

2. After dinner at a friends house we played strip poker and the loser got spanked. It wasn't me.

3. I had just started going out with P when he invited me to go with him to a friend's wedding. After the meal and speeches the bride and groom took to the floor for what I imagined would be for the first dance, well it was, but before dancing the groom took his new bride over his bended knee and gave her a couple of swats. Apparently this was a family tradition on the groom's side.

4. I was dressed in top hat and tails for an occasion evening at an entertainment venue we owned and at the end of the evening we were locking up, I went in and checked the ladies loo and P followed me in and jokingly started spanking but didn't get very far because our trusty German Shepherd thought it looked like a great game and jumped on us.

5. A long time ago my friend decided to have a tattoo and persuade me to have one as well so I had a small heart put on the right cheek of my bottom.

Ronnie

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Toll Payment

Goodness me what country is this, anybody know from the language? Would it be Turkey or somewhere Arabic in that direction?

They seem to be switched-on with the e-passes, smart passes etc and it looks like someone in their traffic planning department has thought of another method of payment.

Ronnie

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Office Slut

Can somebody tell me why is it when you're underspanked and then you get that long overdue one, it hurts so much, or is that too obvious, is it just that your backside gets out of condition, like sports people have to get back into form after the closed season, runners (I can vouch for this) feel the strain if they skip a week or two and then try to go right back into it. I wonder, I mean the butt's a muscle, right? Anyway it's probably more complex than that because emotions are involved too, but doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder and therefore shouldn't it be that much sweeter when a drought comes to a close?

So I don't have an answer but I've got something off my mind, I'm sure others feel the same. And now you'll be worrying that I've either been underspanked or overspanked as a result being underspanked, so I'll put things into perspective.

P is pretty perceptive where my needs are concerned, he receives signals, little things, he usually knows but not always (and I'm not being critical), he's been so busy with helping me with this new website, our vanilla blog which I can't name but we've just got some lovely content with a TV personality on board and I'm excited about, our recruitment business which I personally wish would either die or hit the sky one or the other but not meandering in between, and with son back there hasn't been much opportunity. The odd little slap on the bottom here and there when he's passed by but that's about all.

You all know me and sometimes I decide to take matters into my own hands when I need a spanking so Friday afternoon that's just what I did, I thought it might be therapeutic for P too.

I was upstairs in our little satellite (I like that way of describing it) office working and decided to send a text to P who was in the downstairs office. This is how the exchange went:-

"what would you do to a naughty girl who had no knickers on"

"depends who where and why"

''she's at work, in a public place, she's had no knickers on all day''

''why''

''so she could play''

''with herself?''

Slight delay.

''yes''

''do I know her?''

''yes, she's up here''

''hm. I'd probably cane her''

Gulp that wasn't exactly the answer I was wanting but sort of on the right track. I got the impression P thought it might shut me up but it didn't.

''you wouldn't dare in the office''

Delay.

''stay up there''

Five minutes later P strode into our little satellite office, it's smaller, cosier than downstairs, he turned the snip on the inside of the door after he'd closed it, he had a 45cm 18'' ruler in hand and a measuring tape, the measuring tape was cover (people know we take dimensions from our products for sale) but the ruler was for me. I shuddered with delight. He didn't say anything just walked over to me, turned me towards the window next to the only desk we have in there, put his hand on my trousered bum, slid it down over my cheek then round to the front searching for a panty line, realised there wasn't one.

''I see, behaving quite like the office slut, we'll see about that,'' he said as he undid the waistband clasp on my trousers and bent me forward over the desk.

''You can't, it'll be too loud,'' I protested falsely.

''There's no light on next door and they won't hear from across the corridor.''

It was true, the office to our right had closed early and there's a lift shaft to our left. I whimpered as he dragged my trousers down. Wasting no time on preliminaries, you know the usual lecturing, P steadied me in place with his left hand in the small of my back and applied the ruler to my bare backside causing me to catch my breath with the suddenness and ferocity, ooh my I hadn't been prepared for it, I took my 'rulering' stoically, it did make a noise, more than a cane would make because of the flat surface, but not as much as I'd wanted to make. I had to hold back, noise-wise at least, but I know I was wriggling for all I was worth by the time the spanking ceased because it hurt like hell. It must have had an effect on P because I'm sure he only came up to indulge me but I could see as I turned to get up that he was aroused, he told me to stay where I was and came up and pressed himself against my punished bum, and told me he hoped I'd learned my lesson for going knickerless at the same time as snaking his hand around my hips and down between my legs where my own arousement was evident. In less than two minutes I was suppressing an altogether different noise, or maybe not so different even if the cause was.

When my breathing steadied P stepped back and told me to pull my trousers up, make myself respectable and mind when I came back down to our main office, Clare was still working, and he was away back downstairs. I'd wanted so much to thank him for such a pleasant interlude at the end of the afternoon but he still had stuff to finish and the girl who was helping him needed direction.

Later that night our son went out, we had a movie and a bottle of wine in and, before the movie started, I nuzzled my way into P's lap and thanked him profusely for finding time to deal with his shameless knickerless wife. God I was feeling horny again, the movie was the Clint Eastwood film Gran Torino, P pressed play to let it run through the trailers while he reached for a tissue, I stayed his hand and cleaned him up with my tongue. Gosh I think I really am a slut sometimes, not changing though.

Ronnie

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