Saturday, 4 July 2015

In with the New - Independence Weekend Edition

Happy 4th July to all our American friends across the pond.

Old Relationships New Beginnings
Ramblings of a submissive wife, trying to rekindle the spark that brought them together. 

KBrown 829
Getting a spanking for being disrespectful is a lot better than having an angry husband

Obeying Him
Her Journey into the Submissive Lifestyle.

A Submissive Wife's Journey
A wife's feelings and experiences as she and her husband explore Christian domestic discipline.

A women who has recently discovered/admitted she is a spanko. 

Domestic Discipline 4 Us
Intimate thoughts about a domestic discipline journey.

Discord's Dungeon of Delightful Discipline
Fantasy corporal punishment bondage, spanking stories and artwork.

Simply Spanking.

Wife and mom embarking into the world of DD. 

A Bird in Hand
A place for Emi Jay to dump her mind and question herself and life (and also the explorations of beginning a new lifestyle)

Essential Obedience. English Male, Dom, Daddy
Photoblog featuring images of spanked and spankable women.

Tall, Dark and Dominant
Inside the mind of a dominant male.

The Wife in Ephesians 5
My desire to honor my husband as the head of our household.

Below the Belt
A Brat's Tail

Young, sexy, educated, and independent woman who has been living the domestic discipline lifestyle for six years.

Sarah Coltman
Stories for Spanking Romantics.

To our newest member I welcome you.  I hope you will pay a visit and say hello. 

Have a fun weekend.



Picture from Michael over at Disciplined Behaviour.

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Strict Riding School

''Take him to the stables and deal with him for me please, Brenda, I have several boys to deal with already....'' Melinda was the riding school owner and Mistress and she believed in strict discipline, especially with staff.

So Brenda took the unfortunate stable boy to the stables, made him strip and bend over a hay bale and gave his bottom a good caning as she knew her Mistress would have wanted. 

The boy wasn't slack in his duties again that week, he wasn't sitting comfortably in the saddle when exercising the horses either....

Saw the pics and couldn't resist sharing them. Let me know if they are yours and I will take them down or link when I get back.

Hope this scheduled post worked.


Monday, 29 June 2015

Dublin Distraction

Off later today until Thursday. P has to go to Dublin on business so I told him I'd cadge a lift:)  He has to courtesy call on two clients who aren't technically his but who he's connected to via a partner so he doesn't mind, he's also attending a meeting of a company he's invested in, he said none of it will take too long, I've heard that before but still I'd say we'll have a bit of leisure time together. I made the bookings on Friday, I nearly booked us into Bono's hotel but a couple of reviews said it was noisy and while I was dithering the last room on the site I was using was taken. I got us into a really nice sounding place just 20 mins walk from the centre so no problem there and we both like walking.

The only thing I didn't book was car parking at East Midlands, or at least I didn't do it on Friday. I looked at their site and the charge for a couple of days was nearly the cost of a return flight! That's ridiculous and either airports are ripping off or flights are great value. I thought I'd let P book his parking, that way he wouldn't blame me for the ridiculous charge, but then I thought sensibly about it and on Saturday morning I booked it, I didn't tell him how much it was, I'll drop it out casually while we're there, he'll tell me I was ripped off and should have let him do it and had I checked all the options, I'll tell him I just booked what came up on screen and not to be so mean (I had checked the options really), he'll take the bait, well maybe, and I'll get put over his knee and spanked for being such a naive girl, see how my mind works. Knowing my husband he'll probably check later that the price I quoted was correct, he'll see then that he couldn't have done any better, what will I care I'll have gotten spanked:)

Last time I visited Dublin I got spanked and posted it, I'm re-posting it here because I didn't get spanked on the weekend, worse luck:- 

P said he had to go to Ireland and as it coincided with my birthday suggested I come along as he only had one official meeting which would take a couple of hours. Of course I jumped at the offer, show me a plane ticket and I'm easy, and I didn't want to miss out on a birthday spanking.

Got some very cheap tickets with one of the low cost airlines, UK readers will know them, their flights cost less than their card charges and they only just stop short of charging for using the in-flight loos (I'm sure it will come), it also left Birmingham airport at an unearthly hour. Still, I was happy I'd never been to Dublin before and was looking to a couple of days there.

The day didn’t start well, flight was slightly delayed and when we got to the hotel there was a mix up with rooms, the one we were allocated was being cleaned and no other rooms available as the hotel was full. I was just about to say something in anger to the receptionist as we had booked for an early check in when I felt Ps hand on by bottom and the look that said no, no point, so I didn’t but I was still annoyed. I'd got planned in my mind a lovely little distraction for when we got to our room, that was what really made me mad. I could tell P wasn’t happy either, he said he didn’t want to wait for the room to be ready, so we left the bags with reception, P took my hand and out we went.

It was a lovely sunny day, I soon forgot about about the room not being ready and got on with some sightseeing. We took a trip to the Guinness Storehouse and after that went on to Kilmainham Jail which is same side of town but further out, it's where Charles Stewart, Stewart Parnell, Robert Emmet, James Connolly were imprisoned and at least 14 leaders of the Easter risings were executed in 1916. Films such as "Italian Job" and "In The Name of the Father" were filmed. We'd missed the conducted tour so decided not to wait but return the next day (which we did and I'd recommend it to anyone visiting Dublin) . We stopped off on the way back to the hotel for a pint of Guinness in Temple Bar, it was crowded, everyone had glasses of the famous dark beer with the creamy head, me too, lovely.

We got back to the hotel slightly later than we'd planned. P had to send a couple of emails ready for his meeting next day, I had other things in mind but they didn't happen, he was over an hour downstairs (no wifi in the rooms) and when he returned said we should go out and eat. Drat, my plans weren't gelling at all, I admit I was hungry though. We had a lovely meal of tuna steaks, salad and a very yummy sweet for me, nice wine and some more Guinness in a music bar before making our way back to the hotel. When we got back P said he was tired, showered and went straight to sleep. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream, it was only just after 12.00 and my birthday and there was P asleep had he forgotten.

I woke up early after a good sleep, probably Guinness induced, stretched, shifted sideways a little and went to get out of bed but I felt P's hand on my back gently restraining me, felt his hand move down to my waist over my hips and settle on my bottom, mmmmmm ok I thought, happy birthday he said and then told me he hadn't forgotten my birthday spanking.

Too noisy I said, trying to remember if I'd heard movement in the next room, but he told me to lay on my stomach anyway and he'd worry about the noise, then reached his arm over the side of the bed and produced a short thin green cane, you know the sort you buy in garden centres, he must have borrowed it from one of the hotel's plant pots, either way it looked menacing to me, an avowed lifelong hater of canes, its mere 18'' did not soothe my fear of the dreaded implement at all, to my mind all canes are about 18 feet long, are evil and should be harder to buy than a firearms certificate. Having said that, when its your birthday and you're in snugly-just-woke-up mode with your man's hand kneading your bum cheeks it's challenging, to say the least, to resist an order to lie on your stomach.

So, I did with a mixture of dread and anticipation loaded heavily on the dread side, and after he gave my bottom a couple of sharp open handed slaps (far too loud) and told me to relax, he proceeded to deliver my birthday spanking. In sets of 5, alternating fast and slow, taking his time, rubbing in between and holding me in place or at least giving the impression of doing so, I do like feeling his hand on my back it's reassuring, even more so when I'm over his knee which was unfortunately not the case on this occasion. Anyway I digress, over knee or not the dreaded cane was meting out its wicked sting in such a way that I was not entirely horrified by its assault and even, during one of his rubbing interludes, asked him if he could deliver 10 fast harder strokes, did I really say that? I did, and before I had chance to withdraw such a ridiculous request said strokes were delivered and one birthdays girl was squiggling (is that a word, if not it should be it seems right for what I was doing) well and truly and I have to say not entirely from the sting of the cane.

When all 50ish (plus a few more) strokes were completed P relieved my bum with some soothing massage and I snuggled into him and when his hand went between my legs to check on other needs I was surprised at how quickly I reacted, ramming my one hand on top of his to emphasise my urgency and clamping the other over my mouth to subdue my scream which still managed to partially escape but not in any recognisable form. Hmmm I'd been worried about the noise of the spanking and the sting of the cane, now all I was worried about was if anyone had heard my scream and suggested maybe we could skip breakfast in case somebody on the floor knew what room we were, I’d die of embarrassment but P said don’t be silly.

I did have a smile on my face for the rest of the day and a warm bottom while I was walking around Dublin town waiting for P to finish his meeting. I drifted round a couple of art galleries, the university, P joined me and we bought a late lunch from Leo Burdock's most famous fish 'n chip shop in the world (believe me you need to see the signatures who's been there) and then we walked along the river, about 4 miles, I loved it, and when we got back to the hotel P gave me a lovely bracelet for my birthday, then we showered together it took about twenty minutes because we also fucked like newlyweds in the cubicle, then we went out for a leisurely stroll, a bit of souvenir shopping and a leisurely dinner.

Wish me luck with the spanking this visit.

Have a good week.


Friday, 26 June 2015

Caned in boy shorts

I got caned last Saturday and it was stingy as hell and the boy shorts I was wearing seemed to keep the heat in for ages especially as I was made to cycle after it.

I will explain, you see since our son has vacated his bedroom, whilst still kept available for him, I've moved our exerciser into it because there's a lot of space in there and it's very light which is nice, I can also see into the street through the louvres without being seen so I can keep one eye on the neighbourhood one on a tv screen, music blasting and stay fit all at the same time. I have jogging sports wear which I sometimes put on, I don't know why really it just kind of makes me work harder, other times I just wear beach shorts or knickers especially when it's hot. On Saturday morning I had on a pair of my husband's boy pants, they're MandS some kind of micro fibre really light and stretchy, I bought a pack of them as a stocking filler for him because I thought they'd make his cock bulge nicely, which they do, but he's hardly ever worn them I don't know why. Anyway they look a bit like lycra that cyclists wear, I've snapped myself in them so you can see what I mean though I think they make my bum look huge:)

Now, during my exercise session my husband came home, I didn't hear him because of the music but I saw the car was back, I carried on sweating. After a few minutes there was a great Thump! from behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the music and I stopped pedalling to see what it was, a large hardback book had fallen onto the floor and my husband must have heard it from downstairs because he came bounding upstairs to see what it was. He came into the room, I'd already resumed pedalling, he asked me what had happened but I couldn't hear him for the music. He gesticulated, I just pointed behind me, he would put two and two together it wasn't hard. But he didn't, instead he switched my music off and told me to answer him when he was speaking to me, he'd been worried I might have hurt myself. Well that was touching but unlikely, I told him, and could I please have my music back. I was still pedalling, I think that probably pissed him a bit.

Anyway he saw I was wearing his underwear, it's a signal between us although I don't do it much these days. He told me the least I could do was stop pedalling, he wouldn't bother rushing up next time he heard an almighty bump, then he asked me why I'd got his underwear on and I said because I was riding and it was available. I was a bit put out that my session had been disrupted, once I start I like to keep up momentum. "Well it won't be available if I take it off you and give you a good spanking you ungrateful bitch!" Oh god was being good to me, I thought, window of opportunity, get bitchier, take the spanking, exercise any old time but get spankings whenever you can! So I said a few things about him coming back early, wouldn't have known if he hadn't, didn't need watching over, wasn't a child etc etc., I kept it light but a bit hoity because I know that irritates him and sure enough he left the room returning moments later with his OTK cane.

He came and fetched me off the machine and over to the bed, put me across his knee, pulled my borrowed underwear down and caned me about thirty or more times, I hadn't been caned over our son's bed before, it's very near the floor and my knees were rubbing against the carpet as I writhed and wriggled. It hurt and I made a noise and when he let me up I was rubbing my bottom and pouting. He told me to pull the pants back up, they suited me, and to finish off my exercise with a sore bottom and not to be so ungrateful in future when someone showed concern for me. I finished it after he left the room, my bottom was hot and the saddle was rubbing between my legs, it was as much as I could do to keep my concentration on the job at hand:)

Have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Meme from the past

PK had this on her blog and I remember doing it a while back so here it is again but some of my answers have of course changed.

1. What is your occupation?
Business Owner, Secretary, Cleaner, Cook, Nurse, Wife, Mother -  take your pick.

2. What colour are your socks right now?
Blue. Yes I know it's summer but it's evening time and my feet feel cold.

3. What are you listening to right now?

The weather as I have an outdoor function to attend.

4. Last thing you ate?

A bowl of fresh spinach soup and crusty bread.

5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Have driven one once but not sure if I could now.

6. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Definitely a blue one.

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?

Son, he invited us to dinner in a couple of weeks.

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Didn't have it sent but spotted it on PK's blog and yes, I do like her. She's one of the best. A good friend.

9. How old are you?
Don't you know you're not supposed to ask a lady her age. So mind it:)

10. Favourite drink?
Water and tea but I do like a nice glass of Rioja or Malbec red wine.

11. What is your favourite sport to watch?
Still tennis and I'm looking forward to watching Wimbledon again this summer.

and I'm sure the men are

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Not dyed but have had highlights put it.

13. Pets?
None at the mo.

14. Favourite food?
Anything P cooks.

15. What was the last movie you watched?
Imitation Game.
16. What do you do to vent anger?
Go for a walk and I walk fast.

17. What was your favourite toy as a child?
I can't remember having a favourite toy but I did love my red scooter.  I do have a favourite toy now - it's John's Leatherthorn paddle. (can't seem to find his site to link)

18. What is your favourite season?
Summer. I love the ocean and walking on the beach with P.

19. Hugs or kisses?
Both and plenty of them.

20. Cherries, Blueberries or Strawberries?
Cherries not so much but love blueberries. I sprinkle them over my porridge every morning. Strawberries with a touch of balsamic vinegar and black pepper.


Monday, 22 June 2015

This way to be whipped, ladies

"If you hear the muffled crack of a whip coming from your neighbour’s basement this weekend, could it be that they are one of an increasing number of women who are paying male escorts for the full Fifty Shades of Grey bondage experience?"  The question is the opening line in an article by Martin Daubney in the  Sunday Times Review, inspired by EL's new money spinner which is apparently getting uncomplimentary reviews but why would EL care as long as she's raking in the money.

The article finds, and I summarise, that the male 'escort' industry is expecting an upsurge in business thanks to EL's literary efforts. One 'escort', Mark Harris, who confesses he has spent £500 on whips, handcuffs, masks, several strong grey ties and “various insertive toys” — all of which have been demanded by his female clients, claims to be making a regular £1,000-a-week from his unorthodox career move.

Mark claims his customers are successful, attractive, middle-class businesswomen aged 35-50 who are either single or divorced and are too busy for dating or are married and feel their husbands couldn’t cope — emotionally or physically — with their newly darkened desires. “I have five or six regular clients who specifically book the Fifty Shades treatment over and over,” he says.

Many of the women are self made, independent financially and used to exercising responsibility and authority in their day jobs. When they visit services like Mark's, they want the opposite and with some kink thrown in for good measure. And they're prepared to pay for it; according to a recent study by Lancaster University and Manchester Metropolitan University, a record number of women in the UK are now paying for sex and the number of male escorts has trebled from 5,246 to 15,732 since 2010. Apparently BDSM Club memberships are running at a high too.

I told my husband, he showed complete disinterest, he doesn't do the EL stuff or even share my curiosity to learn what others are saying about her. The only time I got a spark of interest from him were the £500 outlay on whips vs a weekly return of £1,000 which he thought was good business, and the bit about the ladies' own husbands not being able to cope with their wives' demands, to which he said their husbands should be admonished for allowing the waste of money. I asked him why, after all...... women got to hairdressers, manicurists, spas, why not the local spankist? (I was joking of course). P was quick off the mark, it was uncomplicated to him.

"I doubt if many husbands could provide a hairdo, paint nails or carry out beauty therapies but they could surely wield a whip if that's what their women need. In fact I'd say it was their duty to do so. And in fact I'd say that any husband who discovered his wife using such services would be entirely justified in taking a whip or cane or whatever to her and putting her straight."

I didn't bother telling him the women didn't need anyone's permission to spend. My husband has a very uncomplicated way of looking at things, I don't think he'd do very well at book writing:)

Have a good week