Monday, 24 September 2018

A Spanking as Promised

Or should that be threatened, or maybe both. Anyway I got spanked, I was quite glad of it actually because I'd had a busy few days with some accompanying stress build up, not bad stress but the sort that puts you on edge, makes adrenaline and then doesn't use it. I was spanked because my husband told me I would be, the weekend before last, when I refused to take some steaks back to a supermarket for him. But he didn't do it right away, he let it drag on for a few days. Well I finally got it.

"What time did you say your manicure was?" He asked. I thought he was just checking because he'd promised to be in the house while I was out as I was expecting a delivery and didn't want the hassle of having to reschedule it.

I told him, my appointment was thirty minutes from when he asked and would take about an hour. I asked if he needed to go somewhere.

"No but you do," he said. "You need to come upstairs with me."

"What for?" I asked even though I know it can usually mean only one thing.

"Remember refusing to do a simple little job I asked you to do?" I actually didn't relate to it at that moment and said so.

He reminded me about it, reminded me that he'd had to go and sort it out himself. Told me it was my job to do that sort of thing, that it was shopping and it was woman's work. WTF there's no such thing as woman's work! I'm sure he was winding me up and it worked, I told him he was talking nonsense. He said I'd disobeyed him and hadn't stood up for myself and that was quite enough for what was going to happen. I told him he couldn't because I had my appointment and I'd be late and it was ridiculous I hadn't done anything wrong and he'd sorted it out very competently as he always does so there was no need for this. Not that I minded the idea of a spanking but not so close to a manicure appointment.

"You better get moving up those stairs, my girl, the longer you argue the later you'll be."

So I got up and went with him to the office. He made me take my trousers off and he put me across his knee on the little futon. I kept telling him he didn't need to do this and he could postpone it for later, even double up if he wanted to but nothing would change his mind. 

"That's enough now!" He said and started spanking.

He lectured me about disobedience and respecting his wishes and knowing my rights and all sorts of crap which I might have enjoyed had the minutes not been ticking away. I said OK OK, I understand I really do and I'm sorry so please let me up, I only have about twenty minutes, I won't make it.

"Yes you will," he said, "but you'll make it with a sore bottom and you'll be able to reflect while you're sitting there on why you got spanked." And with that he pulled my knickers down and resumed 'teaching me a lesson' on my bare bottom. I struggled more than I needed to but it was totally useless he's far too strong for me. He let me up about fifteen minutes before my appointment and I had to rush to get dressed and put my face straight. As I was about to leave he grabbed his keys and said he'd drop me off, it's less than five minutes by car but difficult to park so I usually walk. He quickly scribbled a little note and pinned it on the front door saying 'back in 5' with his phone number on it.

My backside was warmer than toast in the car and remained so a good way into my manicure. Sam was chatting away as she always does but I wasn't catching half of what she was talking about, I was thinking about my spanking and weirdly how sexy I felt sitting there having my nails done so soon after it, with my bum still on fire.

Have a good week.


Friday, 21 September 2018

A Smile for Today


Have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 19 September 2018


I'm off to our Capital city tomorrow to meet four wonderful spanko friends.

This is very special visit as one of our friends is making the trip from across the pond.  

I don't know what we'll plan but whatever.....

It'll be a blast.

Catch you later.



Monday, 17 September 2018

On tenterhooks

Why? Because I didn't get spanked yesterday (Sunday) and now, as you're reading this it is Monday although I scheduled the post late Sunday night being pretty confident I wouldn't get spanked because he very rarely does late spankings. That's over complicated but never mind, I'll explain below the reason for the spanking, it isn't complicated at all.

We had a long day Saturday, working over at our son's place, they're having their first baby in a few weeks and still have loads to get done. Anyway I was fence painting and weaving in and out of shrubbery and bushes to the job properly. It was taking ages, I'm not fast but I do try to do a proper job. P came out to check on me, he'd been doing plumbing stuff indoors, and told me I was too slow. He took the brush and showed me how it should be applied, I was appalled at how he sploshed it on charging into the bushes, splashing leaves and plants as he did it, I have to admit he was fast and completed a panel in half the time it took me. He came back out of the foliage with that 'that's the way to do it' look on his face.  DIL was out in the garden now watching the two of us. I asked him what about all the paint on the leaves and flowers, it would kill them wouldn't it, I'd read somewhere about being careful when applying creosote stuff.

"No, completely safe, this stuff isn't creosote, read the instructions on the tin, that's why I bought it." Smug pig.

I told him I wished he'd told me that before I started but he just repeated to read before I acted, he could have said it without an audience but anyway that's how it happened. We got home quite late after politely declining a delivery pizza and P cooked a couple of steaks which were disappointingly on the tough side. They were billed as Angus beef so no way should they have been tough, I left most of mine and P about half of his. He said I should take them back or at least the receipt and get a refund, they were disgusting. Now we bought these steaks from one of the 'upstart' supermarkets, I won't name which one but there are only two of them and they both have German origins. I had no idea what their complaints procedure was but they don't have any customer service desks like Waitrose and Sainsburys.  

I told him to just write them off as a bad experience but P had got a bee in his bonnet. He said no way, it was a matter of principle. I said well it wasn't a matter of principle I'd be taking up. Nothing more was said but he did ask me to keep the remains of the steaks in the fridge. Next day I told him I needed to call in to Tesco, there was free book offer on a 'first come first served' basis and I wanted one, I also needed some shopping. He said great, the upstart store was close to Tesco, I could get the tough steak matter resolved at the same time. I said no, I wasn't going to do it (I was still a bit annoyed with him for telling me off about my painting). So he said right then he'd come with me and he'd do it. I thought pity the poor member of staff who gets P:)

Anyway we parked up, car parks more or less next to each other they're so close. I think he still expected me to take the steaks back because he'd got the remnants wrapped in tin foil and he tried to hand them to me. I said no thanks, they're all yours, good luck and I got out the car and made my way to Tesco. Half an hour later we met back at the car, I asked him how he'd fared and he said it had been no problem he'd gone straight to a cashpoint as they don't have a customer desk and asked the sales girl how he should sort out a return of  some bad steaks. He was holding them in his hand and there were people waiting to check out. It got him attention quick enough, she buzzed for assistance. A duty manager appeared and took him aside, presumably not wanting their conversation getting too much attention or that was how P read it. He said he didn't want the steak, just the receipt and with that he went to a spare cashpoint and made a refund. P gave him the steak anyway to dispose of.

"I bet the checkout operator was delighted to get you spouting off at her till," I  said, "a bit like I felt yesterday when you lectured me on fence painting."

"What's done is done," he said. "And by the way I shall be spanking you for refusing to take it back and stand up for your rights." I nearly bit but then thought better of it, I quite fancied a spanking, I'd see how things went. So there you are, sorry, it didn't happen. But I know my husband, it's the sort of thing he will make a point of doing, well on past experience anyway. So that's why I'm on tenterhooks...but the funny thing is, I'm note sure if its the overhanging threat of a spanking or the possibility that I might have escaped one that has got me there. I think perhaps the latter:)

I shall report either way.

Have a good week.


Friday, 14 September 2018

Bridge of Spies

Well that was how it felt to me before I made the exchange. A handover really, not an exchange because the other party had already completed their side of the deal (paying) and all I had to do was pass an unmarked package across. It was ridiculous that I should be nervous about it but I was and actually nearly called it off but P persuaded me not to and apologised for winding me up.

All I was doing was delivering some of my implements to a customer who'd asked if they could collect from me instead of waiting for the delivery service. He explained he lives in the same county and I could see from his address that he was not far from our local town, which I visit several times a week, so I agreed and we set a time and place which was a large store with easy parking.

Now all that seems straightforward. But then my husband got wind of it and started pulling my leg about secrecy and identity, and should I wear a red carnation or something like they do in old spy movies, or leave the package next to a designated waste bin etc etc. I told him to shut up and stop being silly. Then the BBC showed some clips from an investigative programme they'd done, where journalists posed as purchasers to expose some dodgy number plate sellers, catching them on camera and broadcasting it. P said what about if they're looking into the kinky sex industry, exposing participants, looking to ask questions on camera, what would I do then? I told him not to be so ridiculous. Then he said better make sure there's nobody hanging around with cameras before you approach. I knew it was stupid and highly unlikely and there's nothing illegal in what I do anyway but....the publicity I would never live down.

So the morning of the 'exchange' I was nervous and P could see it. He told me not to stress out, it was just a bit of fun and there was nothing at all wrong with what I was doing. He even offered to deliver for me but I wouldn't let him so he said he'd at least come into town with me so he'd be nearby. We were early and I had to visit a card shop so I did that first, P went off on his own. When I left the card shop and made my way over to the store I was still nervous, then my phone rang. It was P, he'd spotted my customer exactly where we'd agreed to meet, perfectly normal looking, nobody else hanging around, no problem. I hadn't expected that and it relieved me, I entered the store and spotted my customer right away, he also spotted me because of the package I was carrying and we both smiled, he took possession, thanked me and was off. My phone went again, it was P, he was across the other side of the store, he'd been watching. He was at my side before I'd put my phone away and we walked back to the car.

"You didn't tell me you were going to do that," I said.

"You didn't think I was going to let you expose yourself to some stranger on your own, did you?" And he patted my bum.

"Bastard," I said. "Nice one though but I wish you hadn't wound me up. I think I'll stick with Royal Mail in future." 

Have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 12 September 2018

An Old Meme

I found this old meme from Hermione which I did yonks ago, but think it's fun to see if things have changed since.

1. I give you money and send you into the grocery store to pick up 5 items. You can only pick one thing from the following departments. What do you choose?

Produce: spinach
Frozen: peas
Dairy: semi skimmed milk
Meat: if I have to it would be lamb
Canned Goods: Cannellini beans

2. Let's say you're heading out for a weekend getaway. You're only allowed to bring 3 articles of clothing with you. So, what's in your bag?

Don't you know a girl can't do a weekend with only three items of clothing - well this girl can't:)


3. If I were to listen in on one of your conversations throughout the day, what 4 phrases or words would I be most likely to hear?

"Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Off for my walk"

"Spank me for what?"
"What do you fancy for dinner tonight?"

4. So, what 4 things do you find yourself doing every single day, and if you didn't get to do them, you probably wouldn't be in the best mood?

Speak with P
Not having a cup of tea
Going for a walk

5. You're driving down the road, and suddenly you're hit with this sense of road rage. What 3 factors probably contributed to it? 

I don't really get road rage but things that annoy me are:-

Who don't indicate
Who pull out on you
Talking on their mobiles

6. You just scored a whole afternoon to yourself. We're talking a 3 hour block with nobody around. What 5 activities might we find you doing?

Wow a whole 3 hours - in no particular order:
Reading spanking blogs

Knitting (at the moment)
Catching up on housekeeping


7. We're going to the zoo. But, it looks like it could start storming, so it'll have to be a quick visit. What 3 exhibits do we have to get to?

Wouldn't like to go to a zoo now as I hate to see animals caged, but if I had to, I'd see:
The big cats

8. You just scored tickets to the taping of any television show of your choice. You can pick 4, so what are you going to see?

Question Time

Strictly come dancing
MasterChef the professionals

9. You're hungry for ice cream. I'll give you a triple dipper ice cream cone. What 3 flavors can I pile on for ya?

Don't do ice cream now. 

10. Somebody stole your purse/wallet. In order to get it back, you have to name 5 things you know are inside to claim it. So, what's in there?

I always know what's in any of my handbags.


11. You are at a job fair, and are asked in what areas you are interested in pursuing a career. Let's pretend you have every talent and ability to be whatever you wanted, so what 4 careers would be fun for you?

Painter or a sketch artist
Classical Pianist
Primary School Teacher
Vet (as long as I wouldn't have to put any animals down)

12. If you could go back and talk to the old you, when you were in high school, and inform yourself of 4 things, what would you say?

Don't take everything so seriously
Stop, think first, don't jump straight in
Be yourself
Have more fun.

Couple of things have changed. 


Monday, 10 September 2018

In with the New - Late Back to School Edition

A super mix for your pleasure. Don't forget to stop by.

Sorcha Rowan's Naughty PlaceStories about finding new love in strange and wonderful places.

Sweetest Brat Around
30 year old gal is a brat at heart, submissive, and single.  Her interests include domestic discipline and DDlg.

Kate Twitter
Naughty girl who needs much needed discipline.

Not Just A Kink
An emotional outlet, a sort of diary, an advice column, and a discussion platform.

The Dragonfly and the Reed
She brought D/s to Reed, her husband now of over 2 decades via the Dd platform. They still practice Dd, however their primary focus is dominance and submission.

Kat Kinx Blog
Where the world of erotica, fantasy and real life collide.

Chloe Kennedy Books
Erotic author of stories with alpha men, strong-willed women, and lots of hot, passionate sex. 

Joe Tawse Twitter
Respectable spanker who loves delivering a well deserved OTK spanking, tawsing and caning to naughty ladies bottoms.

Toy for Sir
Submission is an act of wilfully devoting oneself to another.

This Week in Spankin Twitter
Podcast for adults where they talk about all things spanking.

Femdom Ramblings from a submissive male
Heterosexual submissive male that has been in the D/s lifestyle since 2004.

Thanks to Bonnie for her contribution.

Have a good week.



Friday, 7 September 2018

Well how unfair!

So I got spanked, it was on Saturday actually and I still wasn't sure if my blog was safe to use or not. I was doing regular things but in an irregular order, amazing how not doing things blog-connected changed my timetable. Anyway, I was about to iron some jeans on Saturday morning, something I never do. I was doing it in the lounge not the kitchen, something I rarely do, not in the utility room because we don't have one:)

To cut it short I dropped my iron on the floor before I'd even started on the jeans but after the iron had reached full denim temperature. It burned the carpet. I jumped to keep out of the way of it and fell over in the process, didn't hurt myself but by the time I got up and lifted it we had singed carpet. P was out but when I heard his car on the drive I made sure to be near the front door to forewarn him when he came in that I'd had a little accident. He could smell the singed wool smell anyway, I saw his nose twitch. He looked me up and down saw I was physically intact, then asked me if I was ok, I confirmed I was, then he went upstairs with some boxes. He shouted down from the landing:-

"Mug of tea then please, I'll be down to inspect in five minutes."

Shit, I wish he'd just put the boxes down and come into the lounge right away and get it over with. I made the tea, he was down shortly after and into the lounge. "Christ it must have been sitting there a while," he said. I told him it was and explained that I'd fallen over hence the delay. He asked again if I was sure I was ok, I was, then he wanted to know how it had happened and how come I was ironing jeans I'd got loads of jeans and I never ironed on Saturdays. I didn't know how he could know that but didn't want to challenge him. I said my schedules were disrupted by losing my blog. He said I hadn't lost it, it was a temporary precaution, but in any case he couldn't understand why I was doing it and in particular where I was doing it as I had to stretch to access a power point. Oh dear, forensic investigation, I rarely win when those start. I quickly said we could put a nice rug over the burn, trying to put a positive on the situation. P didn't think so, wrong position, I knew he was right.

"It'll be a new carpet then," he said, "and it's less than a year old." I gulped and said I was sorry I hadn't done it on purpose. I think he could hear the croakiness in my voice because he put his mug of tea down and came across and put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Don't worry about the carpet, its just a bit of wool, you could have hurt yourself but you didn't and that's the main thing. You're more valuable than any amount of carpets." I felt melty. 

"But I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you, I won't have my woman endangering herself, you need to be more careful."

I thought he would take me upstairs but instead he had me over his lap on the sofa. He said best done right away. He lectured me of course as he was taking my pants down and carried on throughout the spanking, I think his words hurt more than the spanking, which I really felt I deserved to get and a lot harder than he did it. The carpet had cost quite a bit although our bedroom carpet had been on the same bill, but even so I thought it would be quite an expense.

I was on the verge of tears when he stopped and let me up. I went to stand but he pulled me onto the seat next to him. He could see I was upset, his arm came round me again and he hugged me, then said his tea had gone cold told me to be a good girl and make him another. Then, and this was the bit that got me, he said:-

"I'll put a claim in on the insurance, it's been ages since we had anything off them, I think it was power cuts at the old house, so they can fork out, no problem."

I thought you bugger, you could have said that earlier. I still went and made him his mug of tea though:)

Have a fun weekend.