Monday, 21 August 2017

Mother lode of yum

I'm not sure that's an appropriate synonym for what I got on Saturday but it will do as a header and I'll elaborate of course. You see I got caned on Saturday, which hasn't happened to me for quite a while because my sometimes caner (my nearest and dearest) has been having strange headaches as those of you who stop by from time to time will know. He had an MRI on Tuesday and got a call Thursday with the findings which showed no tumour (that word hadn't actually been said but hey we're all human) but there were some irregularities and he's seeing a neurologist on Tuesday. How's that for NHS efficiency! 

P's headaches had softened before the MRI but were still persisting at a low level. He was cheerful enough but not quite his normal self, I'm the one who does most of the worrying, I'm also a stickler for keeping appointments on time, almost as if I get there a couple of minutes late I'll miss my place and go to the back of the queue. I harry P whenever we're going somewhere together and I'm always proved wrong with my timing and we get to places way too early; airports, dinner bookings, you name it and it applies to hospital appointments too. Well I didn't go with him to the MRI place but I did persuade him to take the traffic seriously and get there on time. He was there twenty five minutes too soon, he told me afterwards. He also told me I deserved a good spanking for getting him there too early but it was only a passing comment or so I thought.

Anyway he got this neuro appointment and after his chat with the doctor seemed pretty positive so I was too. Then Saturday morning I check where the neuro guy is and he's nearly an hour's drive in average traffic. I told P and he said no way, I told him I'd googled it, he'd need to allow at least half again to be on the safe side. That wasn't going to happen, he said, but it reminded him he owed me a spanking from earlier in the week. My ears pricked up. I told him I was only thinking of him and I remained adamant about his appointment next week. He thanked me for my concern but told me it was a fine line between appropriate concern and nagging and that I was always wrong and he was always right when it came to journeys, he also said men were just better drivers and planners (wtf!) and then told me to come upstairs with him. I asked him why and he told me I was going to get spanked, then he said double spanked; one which he owed me and one for today, then he changed it and said he'd roll them into one and cane me instead. How unreasonable can a man get, but it was music to my ears because it meant he was feeling pretty much ok, I could hear it in his voice and I rejoiced inwardly for both of us.

He continued his theme as we went upstairs, berating me for hassling him at times, telling me he'd tolerated my flapping and fussing far too often and he should have given me a sore bottom many times but he'd overlooked it, well I was about to get one now and doubted I'd be sitting pouring over google maps for the rest of the weekend in fact he doubted I'd be sitting for the rest of the weekend. He has a way with words. My stomach was fluttering, I was so happy to hear him overdoing it I allowed myself a little 'me' thought, it was excitement, I wanted it and his scolding was making me wet for it after a few weeks of not being able to feel like that. O Lord for what we are about to...

So he took me in the bedroom, fished out his cane from under the mattress and told me to bend over the side of the bed, his side by the window, not how he usually canes me. I started to query him "But..."

"Don't even bother," he cut me short. "Do as you're told, you're in enough trouble, turn your head and you can see yourself in the mirror, or part of yourself anyway. And you can see part of me as I  bring my cane down across your bottom and you'll see the look on your own face as you get what naughty interfering mithering nagging girls get." Oh my he was definitely laying it on a bit now and I loved it. The only thing was he hadn't taken my jeans down. I thought about reminding him but didn't. Then I sensed arm movement and heard a couple of swishes and then a longer swish and a THWACK! and I screamed. Even through my jeans it bloody stung and drove me forward almost onto the bed. I repositioned myself, whimpering, and twisted my head towards the mirror where I saw his forearm and the cane raise and steady before whistling back down across my bottom. I saw myself jolt forward with the force and my face contort with the pain. I didn't see the third stroke, it came fast, before I'd readied myself, it stung like hell and made such a noise against the meatiest part of my bum it truly shocked me and I expected the after sting to be worse than it actually was. P was saying stuff to me about trusting I was learning my lesson and that I'd remember this in future etc etc, window dressing really but I loved it and after about eight or ten strokes I realised the pain wasn't as bad as a bare bum caning but the swishing and thwacking were much more dramatic and I made sure my cries matched.

I was half way to heaven when the swishing stopped and I felt P's arms around my waist. He started undoing my jeans. I thought 'Oh god I'm going to get it on the bare as well' and I think I might have squirted a bit into my knickers just before my husband pulled them down, with my jeans, in one go. "Oh please, P, it already hurts..." I started to say. "Be quiet!" He snapped. Then I heard him fidgeting and his own zip coming down and then his cock was thrusting between my cheeks and I raised on tiptoe to offer myself at the same time saying "Oh no P, it's too big" in my best well-caned-naughty girl-oh-goodness-and-now-you're-going-to-fuck-me indignant voice.

I think he must have liked the voice or perhaps the sight of my deeply reddened backside offered up to him, whatever, but his too big cock plunged into me with brute force which made me gasp and within three or four strokes, a little way before I could catch up, he came and how! I felt it in my stomach, a mother lode of hot melty yum and I collapsed onto the bed under his weight with him still inside me. I didn't come, I wanted to but I was so glad he had and in spades too, I knew that was a lot of stress unloading.

P slid his hand down my tummy, I knew where he was going but said "No, I'm fine." He kept it there anyway but didn't bring me on. He whispered in my ear, "You can keep planning our journeys if you like, I think I'd miss it if you stopped." I just smiled.

Then he got up and ran his fingers across my bottom and said, "Hmm...I think I was a bit lenient, I'll finish your caning off tomorrow," I knew what that was code for and I did indeed get my own stress relief the next day.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Friday, 18 August 2017

Ella's Summer Meme

Our friend Ella shared a lovely meme with us and me being a sucker for them - just had to do it.

Here's my answers....

1.  Name a tender song that can almost make you cry.
Not tender but Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. gets me every time.

2.  What is your favourite shade of lipstick?  What about nail polish?  If you do not wear lipstick or polish, what do you like or dislike about the shades you see others wear?
My favourite lipstick is Chanel Rouge Coco Mademoiselle. 




Nail polish - I love to see bright colours on nails but for me it's soft ones. I don't think bright colours suit my hands.

3.  Name a children's nursery rhyme or song that you loved and to which you remember all the words.
Remember the words to lots of nursery rhymes but never had a favourite or not that I can remember.

4.  What outfit would you put on in the morning if you wanted to feel happy and well dressed?  Something in which you think you look pretty damn good!
Depends on where I am going. Normally I just wear what feels comfortable.


5.  If you had enough money to buy just one, would it be a cottage by the ocean or a cabin in the mountains?
Easy decision for me. It would be the cottage as I always feel so at home by the ocean. 

6.  If you are old enough, which one of the Beatles did you have a "thing" for?  If you are not that old, tell us a musician that really did it for you.
I loved the Beatles but never really had a big thing for any of them though John Lennon was my favourite. For me it was Peter Noone from the Herman's Hermits


and Rod Stewart

7.  Name a smell that you love - could be kitchen, outdoors, person, your choice.
There are lots of smells I love - the ocean, freshly baked bread leather and the smell of a real Christmas tree.

8.  How often do you defuzz your legs.  Wax, razor, or electric?
I defuzz 3-4 times a week with a razor in the shower.


9.  How/why did you choose your blog name?
No light bulb moment or anything personal. As I had already chosen Ronnie Soul, I was taking to P about a name and said need something to go with soul and he suggested Heart so Heart and Soul it was.

10.  What do you like to eat for breakfast?  To drink?  Coffee or tea?
Hot water with lemon, small bowl of porridge with fruit or just fruit and yogurt and decaf tea. Decaf tea and water for the rest of the day. 


11.  How many siblings do you have?  Or are you an only child? Are you the oldest, a middle, or the youngest child?
I'm an only child.

12.  What is your favourite salad dressing?
Don't actually do salad dressing.  Olive oil over my salad though when I have a caesar salad (which I love) I have a little caesar dressing.

13.  If you could sit next to anyone (alive) on a long plane trip, who would you pick?
Personally I don't like to talk when I'm flying (unless it's to P) I prefer to just sit and read.



14.  Have you ever gone shopping just to cheer yourself up?
I don't mind shopping but can't say I've gone shopping to cheer myself up.

15.  If there is one thing that can make you lose your temper, what would it be?
Don't get me started:)

16.  Tell us about the best photograph you have ever had taken.
I'm hopeless at taking photos and I hate having mine taken. The best ones are of son when he was small. 


17.  Have you ever gone skinny-dipping and where?
Oh yes when we are on holiday and rent a private villa with pool.

18.  What do you like on your pizza?  What don't you like on your pizza?
Don't do pizzas but if I had to have one it would be vegetarian (no I'm not a vegetarian) -  mozzarella cheese, spinach, mushrooms, garlic red peppers, black olives and red onion. Don't like smoked or spicy meats.

Ella, thanks for the meme.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

A Smile for Today and a Thank You

A Smile for today - well two actually:)





I don't normally mention individuals who visit my little blog as I appreciate everyone who stops by whether they leave a comment or not but I would like to thank one particular lady.

That lady is Roz. 




Roz - you comment on everyone of my posts and I see your lovely comments on others, goodness knows how you do it. You are always kind, friendly, helpful and encouraging. So a big thank you from me.

Ronnie
xx

Let me know if first picture is yours.
Girls having fun - found on eBay.

Monday, 14 August 2017

In with the New - Another Short Summer Edition


A short edition for your reading pleasure. Enjoy.

Mischief Mostly Managed
The blog of a feisty, mostly submissive wife.


Sister of Stone Erotica
Author of Erotica.

Thoughts of Him
Servitude and love for Her Master.

Kitty Dagger Writes
Kitty is in her 30’s, pansexual and in a long-term relationship with a pansexual man. Active in their local BDSM scene, and I wanted somewhere to share my accumulated knowledge.


Lucy Hannon
Blushable stories for the discerning reader means BDSM, anal play, pegging, femdom, maledom, spanking and more. 

Wicked Daddy's Blog 
He is as much a Master, as he is a Sir, or a Daddy. He empathically adapt to his sub, and enjoy all of it.

Monsoon Erotica
A new blog intended for publicising his/her erotic fiction. 


Little Girl Hannah Rose
Hannah in a domestic discipline relationship with her Daddy. Sometimes it's fun for her, other times, not so much. 


Diary of Seven
Seven is new to the BDSM scene. Cosmopolitan Girl in a vanilla world. Feisty, argumentative yet obedient.  She is open to sharing her experiences as she explores her sexuality being in her first Sub/Dom relationship.

My World of Erotica
Stories and Poems from her Erotic Mind.


Spanked Hubby
Keep great sex alive, try every way imaginable, but be safe, sane, and consensual. 


Have a good week

Ronnie
xx

Friday, 11 August 2017

My most (so far) viewed post - Spanked to Orgasm

Amy thought it would be interesting if we re-posted our most (so far) viewed post. I did look and was surprised - I thought it would have been an 'In with the New' edition but no, it was a discussion I found on a forum regarding orgasm from spanking only which I posted on 8th May 2012.

Here's the full re-post.....

I found this question on a discussion forum over a year old, there were loads of answers to it but I thought, as I've never seen it raised on a blog within our little community, that I'd pose it afresh and see what people think, if anyone is interested in replying please do. This was the question, posed by 'wideawakeone' :-

Orgasm from spanking only?
Sat Apr 16, 2011 12:02 pm


Have any of you ever had an orgasm from spanking alone, with no genital or other stimulation? (Or for Tops, have you had a bottom experience orgasm while being spanked?)


Is the experience of having an orgasm during a spanking different from having one through direct genital stimulation? I would imagine so.

I've never had this happen to me, but given how turned on I get during a spanking, I would think that I might get there if I had a patient, skillful Top and all the time in the world not to be rushed. wideawakeone.



My response at the time of the post....

It's only fair, seeing as I'm inviting responses to such a personal question, that I should give my own response which is that no, I've never had an orgasm from spanking alone but, like wideawakeone, I do get very turned on before and during spankings (with a few exceptions) and I would imagine it could happen, in fact I'm so intrigued by the idea that I'm going to mention it to P. So I can't answer the second part of her question (yet) but I bet some of you could.

Then by coincidence - Hermione posted about the same subject.

If you want to read responses to the original post go here and scroll down until you reach comments.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

How embarrassing

I am uncovered, a ruined woman, exposed. Well maybe.

You see I keep a few canes at my office, it isn't really an office more of a storage facility where I keep other items I sell online and have done for years, it does have a desk though and a little packing area so I suppose it is technically an office. Anyway I had to consent to the maintenance man accessing my little store room on Friday last week. I got a phone call saying one of the guys in the age care charity office had reported noises from inside and they knew I wasn't in. Dave, the maintenance man who we've known for years, asked if I could come in or could he have my permission to go in because he'd stood outside my room and heard the noise himself. I asked him if P was in his office but he wasn't. I said I couldn't get there in less than about forty minutes and I'd make a quick phone call to my husband and call him back in minutes.

I've got no problem with Dave going into my office trust-wise but I couldn't remember whether I'd left any spanking implements out on view, or even whether the top flaps on the box containing them were open or closed. I tried P's phone but he didn't answer, then I thought quickly the longer I delay calling back the worse it will seem, as if I'm trying to hide something (which I was), so I called Dave back very quickly and sounding as casual as possible just said, "No good Dave, sorry I thought P might be nearby and save you the hassle but he's not answering so sure, go ahead by all means. Do you want me to stay on the phone while you go in?" He said he didn't and that he'd call me back after he'd investigated.

Half an hour later I got a call back, there was a bird in there, my window was open about ten centimetres and it must have flown in, a real fluke. He said the alarm couldn't have been set or it would have gone off immediately. Anyway he'd got rid of it and locked up, he said there was some bird poo on my desk but he couldn't see any anywhere else. Shit (no pun), I thought, so he'd had a look around. I just said "Great thanks Dave, I'll be in later so I'll clean up, sorry about that can't imagine who left the window open, maybe Clare's been up there, anyway thanks again".

I didn't go straight to the office, I waited for P to call me back and told him what had happened and what I was worried about. He said it was no problem and I'd done the right thing answering Dave very quickly. He said the best thing to do was to just be normal when I went in and ask Dave to go back upstairs with me when I did turn up, in case there were any more birds, he said he knew that was ridiculous but men expected women to be ridiculous about things like that. Then, once in the office, make a point of shifting a few boxes to make sure another bird hadn't come  in, and make sure to shuffle the canes box if the lid flaps were open and to make a comment on it. I asked him what sort of bloody comment could I make? He thought for a bit and then said,

"Hmm ok, leave it then and I'll get back to the office later and ask Dave to open up for me because I haven't got a key with me. I'll think of something to say about the canes, no problem. All you need to worry about is why your window was left open and why the alarm wasn't set. Naughty girl, see what can happen when you get slack, I think you need a little reprimand."

P told me later he'd spun Dave some yarn about me buying a job lot of stuff from a shop closure off ebay and the canes had been amongst it, weird stuff the things people got up to. He said Dave didn't seem too interested, just sort of tut tutted and shook his head. I said well that might be how he was with you, bloke to bloke, but he might have a look in his eye next time he sees me. 

Anyway it's done now and I suppose I'll brazen it out next time I see Dave. I haven't been reprimanded for it yet but P does say his headaches are reducing:)

Ronnie
xx

Monday, 7 August 2017

Friends

I met with Jan, Rosie, Ami and our friend from across the pond, Minelle, in London last Thursday and what a time we had. The poor waitress kept coming over to see if we were ready to order lunch but because of all the talking, laughing and gift exchanging we kept having to say no, sorry not ready yet. She was lovely and patient with us.  The time just flew by and before we knew it, it was time to head home.

I was given lovely gifts (thank you) This is one of them.


Isn't it lovely. Minelle is one talented lady.

I think you can guess what I gave them.....

You guessed it -  a small OTK cane. 



I hope they have fun having it used and find out that not all canes are evil:)

They are all terrific ladies. Smart, intelligent, caring, friendly, funny, really very very nice. Thank you ladies. I hope it won't be too long before we get together again.

Have a good week everyone.


Love,
Ronnie|
xx