Friday, 24 October 2014

Wear It Pink

24th October 2014

Enjoy your weekend.


Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Smile of the Day

Re-post for my new readers (and loyal ones) of an article I found on Chross a few years ago.

What rules do you have in your house?


Monday, 20 October 2014

Our own Private Jet

Well not exactly but we did have a whole aircraft virtually to ourselves when we flew out for a nice little break recently, in total there were 8 passengers including us and I took a shot from the front, the blobs on the faces are added by me to avoid identification, terrible aren't they but P wasn't around when I posted, if he had been I'd have had more professional looking blobs. Anyway it was a brilliant flight, the captain greeted us, chatted and saw us off too, he also shaved half an hour off the trip as the aircraft was so light

Returning home wasn't quite the same unfortunately. As for the trip itself it was brilliant, the weather was better than we thought, mid 20's most days and P even got a couple of swims in the Adriatic. We stayed in a coastal hotel on the edge of the city near the old town, so lovely, easy to walk into at night and stroll around the harbour savouring the smells from the fish restaurants, mooching the art and craft works by local artisans, eating well and ending up listening to live music in the various bars. The city has World Heritage status, was war torn less than 30 years ago and you can still see the pock marks of bullet and shell fire around the walls.

No negatives really except the cost of drinks in the evenings which went up rather a lot to cover the live musicians, P said drinks cost more than dinner, I'm sure he was right because I talked with other tourists including a couple from Hong Kong, where things aren't exactly cheap, and they all thought the same. One evening I ordered a Brandy Alexander cocktail while P had gone to talk with a jazz pianist, he was displeased to say the least when we got the bill at the end of the evening it was about £13 but then again beers were nearly £8 each and that didn't stop him drinking them. It got me spanked though, next morning in the hotel before breakfast. I also got spanked over a cast iron canon at the top of an old fortress guarding the city from sea attack but that was only a play spanking. The hotel one wasn't though, he was really pissed that I'd sneakily (as he put it) ordered such an expensive drink in his absence and he spanked me quite hard, the silly thing was on the last night I fancied a Mojito in the hotel bar, only because I saw someone else with one and it looked nice and refreshing, and he ordered me one right away didn't even ask the price, maybe it's less painful to him when it goes on the room number:)

Yes I'll tell you about the spanking but not today.

Have a good week.


Friday, 17 October 2014

Amaretti ... thank you

I got spanked last week and it was all because of an amaretti biscuit, or I should say the lack of one.

My husband took me for a meal, I hadn't expected it, no particular reason, just spur of the moment as far as I was concerned. We went to a little bistro in our local town, it's got warped walls, uneven floor and genuine old beams, we hadn't been there for months, P must have pre-booked early in the day or even the previous day thinking about it, because they were expecting us and we wouldn't have got a table otherwise as they were busy.

So nice surprise for me and a very nice meal and then, at the end while I tucked into a dessert, P had an espresso, coffee arrives at the table without an amaretti biscuit. He called the girl back and asked her where the biscuit was, she didn't know what he was talking about so he explained that they always served espresso with a amaretti biscuit. He was going by previous occasions but hey, things can change. Anyway he asked her to get him one and she went and asked the kitchen but came back saying no amarettis, they'd stopped doing them. P wasn't happy and said if he'd known he wouldn't have ordered the coffee, I interjected and said it wasn't worth making a fuss about and told the waitress it was OK my husband would be a big boy and drink his espresso without the biscuit. Well the girl went away relieved that I'd piped in, she had other tables to tend. We finished off, paid the bill, I made sure P left a proper tip because really it was lovely, and we went home. Nothing more was said about the amaretti until we were in the house.

"You embarrassed me," said my husband, "you shouldn't have taken their side over the amaretti biscuit."

"What, I thought that was all done and dusted, don't be silly, if anything you embarrassed yourself you didn't need me to help."

That was it. He took me by the upper arm across to the sofa and undid my belt, pulling my jeans down to my knees, they're quite tight fitting and I could hardly move without falling over, he told me he didn't like my attitude, he'd taken me for a nice surprise meal and that was how I behaved. He sat and pulled me with him so I landed across his knee, he told me I shouldn't show him up like that, I told him I hadn't fucking shown him up (I purposely used the unnecessary language), he told me I deserved a good spanking as he pulled my knickers down to join my jeans, I told him I didn't need a good spanking I just needed a husband with some commonsense and he better not dare spank me (god I wish I could have seen his face) Needless to say he did dare spank me, he spanked me very hard, long too and I loved it. I made a big false hoo-ha about it at first, exaggerating my resistance, but then when the spanking got harder and he clamped his leg over mine to subdue my wriggling, my moans and squeals turned to real and eventually I was apologising and begging him to stop which, thank goodness, he didn't do until he was good and ready.

When the spanking stopped he pushed me onto the sofa next to him, I moved to pull up my knickers and jeans but he told me leave them down, I thought he was going to spank me some more when he took hold of my shoulders but he didn't. He pulled me down so that my head was on his lap and I was sitting at a tilt on the seat next to him, his hand clamped down on my right buttock, it hurt but it was nice, and he told me to undo his fly and apologise for my behaviour. I whimpered, slut that I am, and fumbled with his zip trying not to make it too obvious that I couldn't get it open fast enough, it seemed like ages since he'd made me do that and I loved it and as I took his cock in my mouth he moved his hand between my legs and started masturbating me, I know I was soaking wet and didn't think it would take me long to come and then suddenly his cock started to spasm and I knew I'd get a lovely load any second and it tipped me over the edge and as his first spurt hit the roof of my mouth I started to orgasm. It was a perfect finish to the evening.

Thanks to a certain bistro for stopping their amarettis:)

Were back but off again later as we have a family wedding the weekend. Catch up with you all next week.

Have a fun one.


Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Smile of the Day


Scheduled post.