Clips, clasps and slight of hand

Why is it that men think nothing of topping up the oil on the car, changing a wheel, fixing the plumbing, yet struggle with the most basic tasks....tasks which it's fair to say would normally be in their interests to get right. Is it universal or just some men, are bras, suspenders, basques, corselets too technological or do they just get butterfingered in their haste.

Then there's when you take off your bra entirely from underneath a shirt or sweater without taking the sweater off, I did exactly that last night just to loosen up, it took all of 20 secs and P just looked in awe as my bra came out of my left sleeve and landed on the sofa next to him. ''That's better,'' I said, ''You'll have to show me how you do that one day,'' said he rubbing the still warm bra strap between thumb and forefinger.

I just smiled and bent to pick it up when his hand clasped over my right breast, ''Just checking that wasn't one you keep for special effects like conjurors do,'' he said as he started rolling my nipple approvingly, apparently satisfied that I was no longer supported, it was sending shivers all over me, I (love my nipples being played with).........

Ronnie
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Hotel visit with a difference

Hope you all had a wonderful and and restful time with your family over the holidays. I'm sorry I haven’t been around to leave comments or post, I have a lot of reading to catch up on.

So what do you think, did P find the opportunity when we were in Wales to give me a spanking?

Did he find the appropriate kitchen utensil. Or maybe put me over the pool table for that spanking I’ve always fancied. What about the walk in the woods. Or the leather ornaments on the wall, perhaps the whip or the riding crop.

Well………I 'm afraid none of them, I spent a good deal of time in bed Christmas Day and Boxing Day with a virus, I was shivering, shaking, sick, you name it. Can't remember ever feeling so ill or staying in bed so much. There was no wifi so I didn't take my laptop otherwise might have taken it to bed and consoled myself with some - er - educational reading; there was a desktop for free guest use but I didn't use it, would have been worried about leaving a footprint or worse still, having some family member creep up on me while I was reading one of your lovely blogs.

Back home now, still not feeling quite right, nothing juicy to report so here's a short fantasy, it isn’t all mine, a friend sent me the photos in a different connection last summer, way before I ever considered blogging, I don't know where from, so if they belong to anyone, please let me know and I will link you or if you want will take them off.

I like hotel visits myself, I was just wondering if our nearest hostelry, a Holiday Inn, rents rooms by the afternoon:) Enjoy the tale............

HOTEL VISIT WITH A DIFFERENCE

.....When she arrived at her husband's hotel room no time was wasted on small talk, she was there to be spanked. Her coat was removed to reveal she was already prepared for her ordeal, she'd been spanked before like this and enjoyed it.

Being prepared meant silk underwear, stockings and not much else under her cashmere coat.
She enjoyed it when David was masterful. He was several years her senior and had introduced her to spanking after a party at which they'd overheard and then peeped into one of the bedrooms where a girl was receiving an OTK spanking. Jane had been shocked and fascinated by it and mentioned it several times during the rest of the evening, wondering what the poor girl must have felt like!

Her curiosity was satisfied later that evening when David gave her the first spanking she'd ever had.

This afternoon was different though. She'd phoned David at his office and told him she'd been watching spanking clips online during work time and made herself so horny she couldn't get on with her work.

David told her she'd better leave her office and report to him at a local hotel, he gave her a room number and told her he would soon cure her of her distraction.

After spanking his wife by hand, David arranged a neat pile of pillows on the bed and ordered Jane to bring him the implement he'd planted in the desk drawer.

She'd already guessed what it would be but still gasped as she withdrew it. She was not unacquainted with the cane.

She had initiated something she always regretted at this last minute and she could feel butterflies in her stomach as her husband told her to lie with her hips over the cushions, bottom pushed upwards, as he took hold of her panties and lowered them to her knees.

Tender cheeks presented to her husband's stern countenance, Jane felt every bit the naughty girl she'd watched on the internet and certainly as deserving of punishment. In spite of her fear as David calmly lectured her, she was subconsciously willing the first stroke across her bottom when suddenly Swisshh..!! it arrived unannounced and shocked her with its ferocity and awful sting. After several minutes and more strokes than she could count, Jane was wriggling against the cushions and blubbering promises never to watch naughty internet sites again.

Her caning stopped as abruptly as it had started and she lay there recovering her composure, waiting for an instruction. The heat spreading through her bottom was unbearable and she wondered how she'd feel later when she had to return to work and sit with clients! She didn't think her mind would be fully on the job, she knew she was wet between her legs and she knew there would be no immediate relief, it was they way they liked it. And the pain in her derriere would keep her on tenterhooks for the rest of the afternoon.

David's voice interrupted her thoughts. He made her get up from the bed and go stand against the wall with her panties down and her well marked bottom on display. He told her he'd made the special purchase of the genuine school cane for this occasion and, seeing how effective it had been in establishing her contrition, he fully intended to keep it and apply it on future occasions. Jane smiled to herself, she knew there would be future occasions.

After several minutes David came over to her, patted her bottom and told her it was time to get dressed and back to the office. She resisted the urge to grab him, she knew that would come later and the wait would be worth it.

Coat back on over her expensive underwear, hair fastened back, her composure returned, Jane was every bit the professional businesswoman as she left the hotel room to return to her legal practice.

Her mind drifted back to the stuffy client meeting she would attend in less than an hour, she smiled as she thought how their blood pressures would go off the scale if they knew what had just happened to their legal advisor.

Spanking over a pool table anyone?

Well I didn't get closed down (see Saturdays post) and didn't even get a spanking.

So this will my last post for a few days as we are off to Wales, staying with family in their pub, apparently its haunted, over 200 years old. No we wont be propping up the bar (well part of the time maybe) we will probably be roped into working Christmas day, they have over a 100 booked in to eat. But that’s fine, all have to muck in. Will take some pics.

It has my mind running overtime, thinking about the possibilities over that period, just one little spanking would be so appreciated, I mean there are definitelty options -

Kitchen utensils - loads of them because it's a restaurant too

Pool table - there's one in the bar, I've always fancied being spanked over one, its such a male plaything

Quick walk in the woods - there's a forest behind the pub, perhaps there'll be some nice young saplings could be put to good use for a nice fresh air butt warming

Cellar - All pubs have beer cellar right, soundproof too, and this one even has an appropriate chair at the ready

Leather ornaments - from memory there's plenty of riding hunting stuff around the walls but probably fixed. Riding, leather, stirrups, perhaps the odd riding crop

Dip Rod (couldn't find a picture) - but P tells me they're about 3' long 1/4'' thik they use them to dip and measure the beer in the barrels. Hmm sounds bit stingy

Well I'll keep thinking and if nothing happens well that's OK too, just a nice few days will be fine.......

On Boxing Day we're all going to the local hunt, very colourful, I'll get some photos, horses, hounds and all those gentlemen in very tight riding breeches crop in hand mmmmmmmmmm.

I send my best wishes to you all and your families for a very Merry, Merry Christmas and really want to say thank you for all the support, help, love and comments, you have been really kind and wonderful.

Ronnie
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Wet spanking and Bottling out

Wednesday night we had that meal out I told you about, yep the one I was going to straighten out this punishment thing. Well it didn't go according to plan, I didn't know when it would be correct to straighten out punishment matters, with antipasti or main course, as it happened we ran through presents sorted and those still outstanding, discussed a couple of client matters, son coming home and resolved to get the tree next morning (this time tape measure's in my purse), we were half way down a bottle of wine and main courses started and still no straightening out of punishment matters even though I'd rehearsed what I was going to say in fact I'd rehearsed more than one version to give myself some wriggle room, but it wasn't to be.

What happened was P brought up my blog, asked me how it was going, listened attentively while I told him about some of you guys and what I planned for over the coming weeks, then I thought this is it great opportunity to bring up the punishment as it involved the blog. About to start when I felt his hand on my knee, Ooh I hadn't rehearsed anything which would fit in with this but I didn't have to say anything anyway, P did instead ''You know I think you've done really well with it, I'm very impressed you've put it together and I'm glad you're getting some nice people dropping by.'' Well that gave me a warm glow and I mentally cancelled my punishment scripts, I must admit I'd been in two minds anyway, I suddenly decided I didn’t want to have it out at all, I actually enjoyed what happened, it was different, punishment if that’s what it was was okay, to me it wasn‘t demeaning as some say (some of you may not agree about that). It was natural, unexpected, unsettling, painful and thrilling. I’m my own women, I'm very confident in our relationship and a little excited that something I'm doing has provoked my partner to take such a firm stance. I want it to happen again, I've decided, but if I brought it up then the bubble would burst and nothing else would be said about it and would probably not happen again and I didn’t want that.

So what's all this got to do with wet spanking? Well I was going to tell you about my first ever wet spanking but I can't because I'm waiting for a little disc from P with a photo editor first, P did the little xmas greeting with it and he said he'll copy it me today, then I'll post and you'll understand why I waited.

Ronnie
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Presents, Pasta & Punishment

So even tiny businesses like ours get shopping days at xmas, kind Sir gave me the day off or most of it for shopping (our son's coming home and we haven’t seen him for a few months, can’t wait and didn’t want to spend weekend shopping), not that I'm shopping quite as much this year with the current economic climate.

Funny isn't it, almost every newspaper and news channel gives dire warnings about tightening our belts we're in for a very rough ride, yet on the other hand we're told we need to SPEND otherwise all our favourite high street names will go out of business and we'll have nowhere left to shop. If we even have any money to. So which is it, guys, do you want us to SPEND or SAVE because we can't do both.

I went on the train to Birmingham (our second city) P dropped me off at the station with a kiss and a stern “don’t spend too much”. Or else. Ooh or else what? but he didn't follow up. Anyway nothing much happened except I got about three quarters what I wanted to get and got back in time to be collected and whisked back to the office to catch up on my mail. We'll work over a bit, then eat out tonight to save cooking, nice little pasta house in our local town, all fresh fair prices and friendly, looking forward. In fact I'm doubly looking forward because I was thinking on the train about last weekend and that 'punishment' spanking which still hasn't been put to bed and it's bugging me so I'm going to bring it up and clear the air, I'll also run through the present list and what we've got and what's left to get.

So thats the plan, I'll let you know how it went, I've also got a few stories I want to share with you, quite a few actually, all true and just the job when there's a lull in realtime drama.

I think I've been punished

.........and I've just had the most heavenly 30 minutes. Phew what a weekend! and it's not over yet. I sensed something would happen (see Fridays post) and it did and I wanted to say it while its hot of the press, so to speak, it has really livened up things around here in more ways than one.

I'm being called now to go any buy our Christmas tree and I'm not arguinging, might even squeeze lunch out of it. As soon as I've got a bit of quiet time I'll spill the beans.

Ronnie
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Discipline must be upheld

The pic doesn't quite go with the story, it's the nearest I could find.

Discipline must be upheld

......after our wonderful ride through the estate we returned to the house for afternoon tea.

Penelope, Lady Barclay, told us that the Butler, Mr Stevens, had asked to see her regarding a matter of discipline and it was agreed he would come to the drawing room at 4pm to explain his problem. We were still taking tea when I heard footsteps followed by a knock on the door and Lady Barclay motioned us to stay as we were as she called for the visitor to enter, whereupon the door was opened by the tall elegant Mr Stevens accompanied by a younger man, whom I had seen recently around the estate but did not know his name, wearing riding breeches and boots. The younger man was told to wait and Mr Stevens came in, turned and quietly closed the tall door behind him. He approached Lady Barclay and she beckoned him to sit, which he did with a thank you my lady and a polite nod in acknowledgement of us.

Lady Barclay bade him divest himself of whatever matter was troubling him so much as to require an audience, not to mind our presence in the slightest but to speak plainly and she would give her earnest attention. Well the matter took but a short time to describe and it seemed that the young man standing outside the drawing room, Tobias by name and new to the household by only a few weeks, had taken the master's favourite stallion for a gallop as a dare from one of the other staff, an expressly forbidden action which called for an immediate corporal discipline which would certainly by now have been carried out had the master been at home. However he was not and when Mr Stevens had quite correctly, as Butler to the household, told Tobias he was to report to the servants' hall for a thrashing which would be administered by him, the boy had refused. Mr Stevens wanted the matter addressed as good discipline was central to the proper running of all large households and to challenge it was unheard of.

Lady Barclay understood immediately, thanked Mr Stevens for his diligence in bringing the matter so swiftly to her attention and told him to return to his duties, instructing the defiant Tobias to remain outside the door and await her call. To us she turned and told us with a smile that we were to have our afternoon tea somewhat enlivened by a little entertainment but we were to remove ourselves to the adjoining room, leaving the door ajar sufficiently to witness what was to follow. She then called for Tobias to enter the room, close the door behind him and approach her. He was handsome lad, I could see that now, proud and tall with thick black hair and a firm gaze, about twenty I would have said. Lady Barclay began by introducing herself as mistress of the household, although she had no doubt he had seen her about and knew who she was, they had not formally met during the few weeks he had been there. She told him Mr Stevens had outlined the occurrences of earlier that day and she was in no doubt that the young man deserved punishment for taking the master's stallion and, more particularly, for refusing discipline. There were no compromises, the household had run happily for generations on good discipline, service and respect, and there was no question of it being allowed to break down. Lady Barclay laid down the law and then told him he had a choice, it would be given once and once only. He could leave, collect his pay and belongings and be gone within 24 hours or he could accept the same authority which applied to all other members of staff and those before them, accept his punishment and remain and take his place in the household with pride and dignity.

There was no question Tobias wanted to stay in his position and he told Lady Barclay so. ''Very well, you will submit to whatever I decide to settle today's matter but, if at any time in the future you refuse discipline, you will leave and never return. Do you agree to these terms?" I saw him think for a few seconds but I knew he would agree, he would have been foolish not to.” I do wish to stay", he said in a surly manner.

Then Lady Barclay got up and walked to the window, standing at the heavy mahogany desk where her husband kept his papers. She turned to Tobias as she opened the top drawer and withdrew a long rattan cane with a curved handle. She sat against the edge of the desk and told Tobias she was going to teach him a lesson and that he was to address her as Ma'am. She then asked him if he had ever been caned before though by the look on his ashen face it was clear he had not. ''No.... Ma'am'' he said, which seemed to Lady Barclay's satisfaction as she nodded approvingly. Administering a virgin caning was quite an event, I could still remember my own, and especially with so handsome and defiant a young man to discipline. I have to say we girls were getting quite excited.

Penelope then summoned Tobias over to her and ordered him to bend across the desk, stretching to grip the far edge with both hands. His breeches, which were stretched taut across his well muscled bum, would be scant protection against what was to come. Lady Barclay positioned herself to the left of Tobias and without further ado raised her arm and brought the cane down several times in quick succession across both cheeks. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" her strokes rained down until the poor young man had received a dozen and his bum must have been stinging like the very devil. Penelope Barclay stood back contemplating her work, the last 3 lines of the cane still showing as indents against the seat of Tobias's breeches. ''Well boy,'' she said, ''how did your first flirtation with your mistress's cane suit you?'' Tobias went as if to get up but she bade him answer from his prostrate position.’ I didn't like it, Ma'am, it hurt,'' he replied his voice less steady than it had been. ''As it should, Sir'' said Lady Barclay, ''and now you will resume your grip and I shall give you your second twelve.''

The poor boy's face you should have seen it! He must have been horrified and we saw his muscles tense as he stiffened his resolve and gripped the desk obediently as Lady Barclay moved closer and administered a further dozen good stokes to the boy who this time cried aloud and writhed uselessly against the desk at each one. At the end she told him sharply to get up and turn around, as she moved back to her armchair and sat, resting the cane against the arm.

Tobias rose stiffly and turned slowly, looking down to avoid the eyes of the woman who had just brought him close to tears, but Lady Barclay would have none of it, she knew well enough the perfect time to press her advantage. She told the boy to look up and stand straight as a handsome young man should and asked him if he had ever had been with any of the girls. Tobias must have wondered if this was some prelude to another caning and he hesitated, but Lady Barclay pressed him and he answered yes. And had he been between their legs, she continued, to which Tobias nodded. Lady Barclay then told Tobias to get on the floor on all fours and approach her, she asked him if he had ever served a girl for her pleasure not just his own, but the confused look on Tobias's face was enough of an answer. She smiled and asked him if he had ever watched a cat licking cream and he told her he had as he stopped on all fours at her knee.

''Good'', said her ladyship as she lifted the folds of her gown, ''then you shall be the cat and you shall learn how to serve your mistress after a beating, and it will be a lesson you will thank her for in the years to come. Now bury your head under my silks, right into the warm wetness between my legs and show your mistress how grateful you are''. And for the next several minutes we watched fascinated, our hands between our legs, as the boy's head moved hesitantly at first under the layers of silk, his tight bum receiving the occasional whack to urge him on, and Penelope's moans growing louder as she moved lower in her seat and placed a hand on the ball which was Tobias's head, pushing him harder against her until her crescendo approached and she used both hands to hold his head firm as she rode his face to a resounding orgasm.


When she allowed the boy up he was dishevelled, flushing furiously, his face glistening from his mistress's spend, the bulge to the front of his breeches not escaping the eye of Lady Barclay. ''Now, Tobias, you have been punished and put in your place and made to serve your mistress most intimately too. This incident will remain between us but you may rest assured I shall deal with you no less severely if there are further occasions requiring my attention. You may go now.'' And he was dismissed without another word.

Later, at dinner time, when our menfolk had returned from the hunt, we all went in to the dining hall and were served by silent respectful servants to an excellent meal. Lady Barclay spoke openly of the earlier 'entertainment', omitting the boy's introduction to cunnilingus of course. She said she was sure the gentlemen would have commended her handling of the situation and that in any case she felt we ladies had all appreciated seeing discipline upheld.

Truth be known Penelope had been acting beyond her authority, we had enjoyed ourselves considerably more than we should have, and we were all hoping it would not be long before we would be on the receiving end of some aristocratic discipline ourselves.

Ronnie

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Bettie Page

Sad news - Bettie Page, the model who sparked sexual revolution, dies in LA at 85.

Aritice By David Usborne in New York Friday, 12 December 2008

Bettie Page, the raven-haired pin-up whose naughty-but-nice romps with whips, garters and high heels titillated a generation of young men in the post-war years, has died at the age of 85 after suffering a heart attack earlier this month and slipping into a coma.

Her career, which some claim laid the foundations for the sexual revolution that swept America in the 1960s, started almost by accident after she discovered that posing for amateur photographers in provocative poses and risque attire made her more money than secretarial work.

Ms Page’s fame was set after she was adopted by Irving Klaw and his sister, Paula, in 1951. The couple ran a Manhattan mail order business offering dirty pictures. Later, she was featured by Playboy as a centrefold, including a 1955 image of her winking under a Santa hat. “Bettie was one of the magazine’s early Playmates, and became an iconic figure, influencing notions of beauty and fashion,” Hugh Hefner, the magazine’s founder, said on hearing of her death. “Her passing is very sad.”

Ms Page disappeared for decades at the end of the Fifties, suffering serial broken marriages and devoting herself to Christianity. Even in her twilight years she suffered bouts of depression and ill health but was rediscovered in the late 1980s. She would occasionally make public appearances to sign photographs of herself as popular interest in her suddenly took off again.
To her astonishment, Ms Page has recently attained cult status. Madonna, Uma Thurman and Demi Moore are among contemporary stars who have at some time adopted Bettie Page poses, while in 2006 a movie, The Notorious Bettie Page, featured Gretchen Mol in the title role.

Ms Page had been admitted to hospital originally for treatment for pneumonia and was set to be released and sent home on 2 December when she suffered her heart attack. A representative said she never recovered consciousness and died late on Thursday.
“She captured the imagination of a generation of men and women with her free spirit and unabashed sensuality,” her agent, Mark Roesler, said yesterday. “She is the embodiment of beauty.”

Even though she conceded to the occasional public event, she never agreed to having her photograph taken again. “I don’t want to be photographed in my old age,” she said in 1998. “I feel the same way with old movie stars. It makes me sad. We want to remember them when they were young.”

After her early career peaked, Ms Page became exhibit number one in a congressional hearing into so-called immoral activities in Washington. The controversy prompted her disappearance from public view. It was while living in Florida that she had her born-again experience and committed herself to the church and to the ministry of the Rev Billy Graham.

In her later years, she defended the trade she pioneered. “I never thought it was shameful. I felt normal. It was better than pounding a typewriter eight hours a day, which gets monotonous,” she told Playboy in 1998. As for being featured undressed, that seemed fine too. “God approves of nudity,” she said. “Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, they were naked as jaybirds.”

THANK YOU

Its been over a week now since Bonnie linked me and I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart (mmm thats sounds like a good name for a blog) to all you lovely people for taking time to stop by and leave comments, best wishes and encouragment, this means a lot to me. I have some very interesting blogs to catch up on.

I think I may be in trouble though. As you can immagine I have been preoccupied with the blog and have made some silly mistakes at work which I know P has not been happy with. He said he wants a word with me this weekend. Oops.

Ronnie
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Wedding Night

Found this on otkart.blogspot.com/ bet many of
us would have benefitted from this on our wedding night.
Ronnie
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Christmas comes early

Still sitting at the office and I still have a very sore bottom no I’m not going to show although I do have a pic) and its still very red (just took a look in the office loo). I can’t believe it, this hardly ever happens more than about 20 minutes or so after a spanking, let alone the following morning, and who's to blame, apart from myself, for asking for it and P for obliging?

Those nice people from Can-IAC have sent the goods P had ordered from them, it only took about 8 days to get to the UK they're very efficient. P had forgotten to tick our office address for delivery instead of home address, so you can guess it was delivered to our home while we where out and our kind neighbours took it for us and left a note a parcel was in their possession.

P said for me to go and fetch it, no I wouldn’t, I would be embarrased in case it had something written on to identify where it came from or its contents. P said go and fetch and that if he had to go I wouldn’t be sitting for the rest of the night. Well neither of us went, Mr. B came round with it, said he was going out so didn’t want to miss us (phew that was me off the hook). Was I imagining or did he have a smile on his face. Then I read the package outer stated contents as topaddle and toy teddie bear, obviously he would have thought xmas related presents being this time of year, I still didn't like that smile though.

Well know I know what he ordered. I wanted to open it but didn’t, I could only imagine what it would feel like being spanked with a paddle (have read from some of our friends about paddles and they hurt) P said no I couldn’t open it, its for Christmas he was going to save it and use it for each day of the 12 days of Christmas. I know now that would just not be possible.

Anyway I am afraid curiosity got the better of me, P went out and I decided to take a peek, just a peek I thought, no more. He had already took part of the wrapping off and must have pulled something out as it was slightly open. I carefully looked inside but couldn’t see properly what should I do, probably could open it a little more, I was on my hands and knees in the bedroom (P had placed the package under the bed), the next thing I know there was P in the room, I hadn’t heard him come back..

Well my girl he said, unluckily for you I forgot the dvd I wanted to drop round to Pam's and look what I find when I come back for it. Now you have started you can open it and bring it to me downstairs, no love, sorry, I said I will leave it, its OK, I can wait nearer Christmas.

Do as your told. I opened the package but closed my eyes when I pulled it out and it certainly wasn’t a paddle, its heavy and large and varnished and with a lovely picture of Santa on it, no doubt Ho Ho Hoing happily to himself as he reddens some poor girl's backside to the colour of his suit, it looks so big I think it will cover the whole of my bottom well maybe its not that big. I sat there, nervous, excited, what to do. Hiding it was the first thing to mind, hiding me was second, throwing it from the window was a possibility...but none of them was correct. I knew what was correct but I just wasn't ready.

Then P calls from the lounge, better come now or else it will be worse for you. Deep breath down I go, P was sitting on the sofa, come along hand it to me, very nice he said stroking the paddle, this is made of maple wood I'm told, what did I care what it was made of, wood is wood and it would hurt.

He told me to take my jeans down and to get over his knee, (one of my favourite positions normally but not this time).

Gentle to start, said he was just getting the feel, Oh this is OK maybe paddles are not so bad after all, then he stopped, examined my pantyclad cheeks a little squeezing a little rubbing.

Oh yes this could catch on, now just slip your hand down under my pants where its hot, yes just there and carry on down until I say stop, then rub and probe around a while I think you might find your fingers a bit wet but I can explain that.... but then I was woken from my reverie, the squeezing stopped and my pants came down cool air drifting lightly over my bum and then without so much as a 'now young lady lets see what this paddle can really do' down it came again. Hard. I'm sure I jumped up from his lap but still in the horizontal position, I know his left hand tightened around my waist.

I know that within a minute I was squirming, wriggling telling him it hurt too much, it was the wrong kind of wood, my bottom was on fire and I'd never again snoop into presents I'd been told to leave alone but more maple wood paddling followed until he decided I really had learned my lesson and he'd learned the capabilities of his new toy. (I can assure you everybody that says the paddle leave your bottom red and stinging and that it hurts is correct but I did rather enjoyed it, wont tell P that).


After P had finished, he told me not to move and he would take a photo so I could see how red my bottom was, I didn’t need to see I could feel the heat radiating from it, but the pic was taken anyway. Then P sat me up and put his arms around me and gave me this lovely little teddy bear, its really cute.

As I was about to get up he pulled me back down and said I also have another surprise that Can-IAC sent but I really will have to wait for that. I wondered what it was, I had no intention of finding out prematurely. Then his hands started going where I'd been willing them to go earlier and all thoughts of further surprises were on hold as I realised how wet his fingers were now getting for real and I turned my attention to more immediate matters.

Home time now thought I would post this before I left :)

Help please

I can't seem to read Cassie's blog - page says "this blog open to invited readers only"

Any ideas?

Thanks.

Ronnie
xx

Turner Prize

Hello everybody,

Hope you all had a good weekend.

I came across a magazine article yesterday which made me smile, it was in Scarlet Magazine, which is full of tidbits for women, a few interesting and amusing articles from time to time (London Spanking Solicitor, which I'll print another time) and I found the following picture, which caught my eye for obvious reasons.


It was entry by Gillian Carnegie for the 2005 Turner Prize (for anybody doesn’t know about the Turner Prize it's a contemporary art award that was set up in 1984 to celebrate new developments in contemporary art.The prize is awarded each year to a British artist under fifty for an outstanding exhibition or other presentation). You wouldn’t believe some of the entries they call art, P said Turner (JMW Turner the artist) would turn in his grave (several times) at some of the entries over the years, even though he was considered highly unconventional in his day using strong brush stokes and vibrant colour to powerful effect.

Apparently the Carnegie entry didn’t win. P said it needed a bit of colour and was sure if the subject been dealt with before the picture was taken it would have stood a far better chance. The actual winner was a shed turned into boat. Hmmmmm, craft not art I would say.

Spanked with Roses

Yes, your truly, it is me, and one of the very rare occasions I'm likely to share a shot of my derriere with the world but it was a memorable and totally unexpected event. My birthday actually (yes I know another birthday spanking story but I got caught short after Bonnie linked me, wont be all about birthday spankings but this one is nice) and I got roses, two bunches in fact, one of which went into a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking.

Now let me explain. This was out of the blue to me but P had obviously thought it out, the roses were the ones without thorns so no worries there and the stems were long and supple. Stripped of a few leaves (to cut wind resistance P said) and held by the petals end they made a birch-like spanking implement, still wet from their wrapping, formidable I can assure you with hindsight; though being roses and my favourite flower, they did not appear so at the time, prior to use and I had a whole new regard for roses after.

In fairness P gave me the choice - hand on bare bum OTK or Roses on bare bum OT leather sofa arm. I love OTK but couldn't resist the roses. A minute later I was wishing I hadn't, an hour later I was glad I had. No idea how many strokes I got but those stems hurt they really did, and then P stopped and turned them round and started spanking with the petals end, which was bushier but with lots of tiny little stems which stung. Now, having no history of roses spankings to compare with I'd had no idea how effective they would be, or that some of the stems would break, or that my bum would be stinging so wickedly evenly all over, or that I would end up covered in rose petals, which P said looked lovely and snapped on his phone to show me later, hence the photo.

So what about the birthday sex that followed? Well it didn't. What followed was me clearing up loads of petals from the sofa especially down the back of the cushions, and both of us going back to the office to finish some work which had to be out by the end of the afternoon. And an hour or so later, sitting on my swivel chair with a bum still radiating heat, I thought how nice it felt and wondered if it would last till we went out to eat later. I hoped so. If not, well there was always that second bunch in the vase.BTW - his photo doesn't tell the truth, my bum was MUCH redder than that, I think the light affected it.

Ronnie

xx

Flabbergasted

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