Meme the Seventh

Meant to do this last weekend but better late than never.

This meme is from Hermione's Heart

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: Mint Chocolate Ice Cream
Dairy: Soya Milk
Meat: Do I have to have meat
Canned Goods: Mandarin segments

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?

Only 3
Jeans
Blouse
Underwear

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?

"Of course I can"
"No problem "
"Can we finish now"
"What would you like 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
Drink water
Shower
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've never had road rage, quite a patience little driver but it would be
Drivers who don't indicate
Pull out right in front of you
People 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?

A whole 3 hours, I wish
Catching up on spanking blogs
Reading a book
Going for a jog or walk
Housekeeping/Laundry
Doing a Suduko puzzle

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?

Haven't been to the zoo for yonks and wouldn't like to go now but if I had to would have to be the
The big cats
Monkeys
Elephants

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?

If somebody would pay my fare The West Wing
Question Time
Have I got News for You
Any cooking programme

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?

Mint Chocolate Chip
Rum & Raisin
Cornish

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?

Had that happen to me so now I always know whats in my bag
Diary/with family pics inside
Keys
Hand Wipes
Tissues
Purse

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
Classical Pianist
Newpaper Editor
Primary School Teacher

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?

Dont take everything so seriously
Dont jump straight in, stop and think first
Be yourself
Have more fun

Thanks Hermione.
Ronnie
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Come to London Get Spanked

Peter Jones is a solicitor in his fifties, he lives in London and he spanks and canes women, mostly professionals, mostly over 30, by arrangement, at his office or a place of their choosing. I first read about his exploits in Scarlet Magazine but lost the copy and can't find it online anymore, so I was pleased to find another article on The Metro by Lisa Scott which tells of his exploits and gives a link to his website he even has a profile ad on London Transport red bus. He's also written a book 'The True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy' published by Excite Books.

He meets various women, some of whom have partners who do spank them - but never hard enough, and they all have guilt feelings or stresses which need release. They ask him to help them quit smoking, stop spending on their credit cards, lose weight etc, all splendid reasons for getting spanked if they fail.
He doesn’t charge a fee, and there is no payment in kind.

I was thinking if many of his clients are professionals, and if it releases stress, would it class as a therapy. Maybe even the trip would be tax deductible. Well a trip to your lawyer would be, wouldn't it?

Good luck to Peter, perhaps with all the extra publicity from his book and the various media coverage he'll give up stuffy old law and concentrate on building his other business, it sounds like much more fun.

Ronnie
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Those old Fishnets..

...thank God I didn't trash them!

Saturday things were back to normal and I got a good harder than expected spanking. And deserved it.

P was at the office as usual, I called him to ask what time he'd be home and remind him to bring some copy paper with him. He told me he'd be on his way soon so I shot upstairs to rifle through my underwear drawer and fish out my fishnets, so to speak. Found them but they were damaged on the left leg, a rip about 10'' had appeared, don't know how, certainly don't remember doing it last time I wore them. Anyway I put them on. Sans knickers.

Downstairs I laid a few extra cushions on the sofa, when I heard P's car on the drive I stretched out on them, lying on my left side to hide the unglamorous lesion. P's face showed instant pleasure as he walked through the door, I hadn't forgotten and nor had he, followed quickly by a frown followed by Mr Stern. He came across to me, turned me fully onto my stomach and noticed the tear in my tights. Oh dear, now P really doesn't like slovenliness, he's totally ok about casual but not about scruffiness, unkempt, or neglect, he often tells me to put my pants straight that sort of thing.

So he grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the sofa, settled himself where I'd warmed it and pulled me back immediately across his knee to teach me a lesson about the importance of dressing correctly, never mind that it was a completely informal occasion between just the two of us; that made it even more important in his mind and I should have taken the trouble to make sure my attire was ship shape. Oh well, lazy girl me after all then, I taunted, and I suppose it was true, I should have checked them out earlier in the week. P had me quite convinced it was true after a couple of minutes getting my backside warmed and I told him he was right and I was SORRY really I was, as he ripped the tights down and picked up the pace on my bare bum.

He kept telling me he wouldn't tolerate slackness, laziness, lack of self respect whatever, he ranted on making me feel really quite guilty and apologising repeatedly as he supercharged my globes. I really hadn't expected things to go quite like this but I have to say I enjoyed it very much and after I'd squiggled through a good ten mins of bare bottom correction for my wicked oversight he took me upstairs and gave me a sound doggy style rogering while my fishnets languished around my knees.

Phew! Replete, flushed, scolded, scalded, delighted. Later in the afternoon we went shopping, he made me go buy a new pair of fishnets from M&S (for those not familiar with UK shopping, M&S is a regular store, not transposed S&M:)).

But frankly, I'd rather keep the old ones if that's what they get me.

Ronnie
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The Anal Channel

So P put me this google analyser onto my blog, to find out where visits come from.






I opened it today and it's neat even though I hardly think it will become addictive, but what I did notice on my screen, and it made me laugh, was Google Anal.......so have Google dipped into the water and set up a special channel for us? Sadly not, when I clicked another tab it became Analytics :)


It's a gorgeous day here, sunshine, lovely blue sky, nice end to a good week, I was thinking of suggesting we went out tonight but P's car is in for a service and the garage just called him and said he needs pads and discs on the front which shoves the bill up to about £600 which hasn't made him happy, I think I'll cook in after all.

Ronnie
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Gasping

Nothing much happening here, different sets of family staying with P's mom for a couple of days each (kids school holidays) so we will be getting and making visits on and off as we haven't seen them since before Christmas, lovely to see the nieces and nephews though, one lot are bringing a new dog with them which should be fun.

Snow's all gone, mornings a little warmer, I've put weight on so just started my jogging again, out at 6.00 am, know I must be mad at that time but early morning's the best time, none of the neighbours are around so won't see me crawling and gasping for breath at the end of my run :). No it's not me in the pic; imagine her older, weightier, on all fours, pool of sweat on the floor, and looking like she's been dragged through a hedge and you've got me after a run. Let you know how I get on.

I want to run the cancer charity 5K 'Race for Life' (all ladies race) again. Didn't get into the London Marathon this year so I've applied for the 10k Northern Run, should have heard by now, maybe I haven't got in :(

P wants me to pass on his thanks to you all for the good wishes for his speedy recovery he's pretty much back to normal, must be, he swatted me on the backside this morning and said 'I haven't forgotten that lazy madam in the fishnet tights you posted last week, maybe I'll catch her this weekend'........ Oooh... roll on Saturday :)

Ronnie
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Too lenient

"James I can hardly believe that within minutes of me disciplining you, your beastly manthing, which got you in trouble in the first place, appears to be misbehaving again.''

''Clearly I've been too lenient with you, a matter I'm about to remedy........''



What's good for the goose and all that, not my own preference to switch but I can relate to this sketch and I think the poor man's evident excitement in spite of his wife's efforts is a lovely reason for an extra spanking. I love it when P feels me after a spanking and decides oh I must have enjoyed that waaaaaay too much and then puts me over his knee again to wipe the cat-that-got-the -cream smile off my face. Of course most of the time it only increases the eventual pleasure later so I really can't lose

Ronnie
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Paddled, Poleaxed, Posts

P was poleaxed yesterday by some mystery bug, I think Fri 13th came a day early for me, couldn’t post, I was worried all day. Think it’s OK now but it overshadowed the lovely evening on Wednesday and I’m here at the office today on my own but relaxed enough now to tell you about it.

Wednesday evening we were going out to eat as I told you, I was getting changed in the bedroom just about to slip a pair of jeans on when P came into the room said don’t bother, I’d like a little word with you, and steered me into our home office. To cut it short, he’d read the post I made on Wednesday, I could hardly believe it he doesn’t read me very often it was just by chance. Anyway he caught the flavour of it, seemed to be mildly amused, a bit intrigued and said he’d detected an underlying inference in my post that perhaps he wasn’t attending to me well enough. Well I wouldn’t say he got it exactly right but I wasn’t going to debate it at this point because I know how P works and this was definitely building into something interesting.

Noting wrong with the post, he said as he dragged me across his knee on the futon seat we keep in the office, but he didn’t want me to feel ‘under-spanked’ as he put it so out came the rose paddle, which he’d tucked down the side of the seat, and he brought it down sharply on by pantied rear making me jump OWWW! again and again OWW OWW OWW as it rained down on my bottom, so damn hard I couldn’t help shouting, which I try not to do at home, but my distressed pleas were ignored anyway. My backside felt so hot I’m sure I could have fried an egg on it. He stopped, I let out a gasping breath PHEW! and made to get up but he held me in place, pulled my panties down to my thighs and gave me another minute or more of solid meaty THWACKS from that wonderfully evil implement. When he stopped for real he gave me a moment to recover then patted by bum and said now go and finish getting ready and we’ll discuss the content of your post over dinner, I’m sure it will be very fresh in your mind after that.

Now don’t get me wrong this was done with good humour but my goodness it hurt and as I wriggled into my jeans and I knew he was right it certainly would still be fresh in my mind.

So we drove into town, had dinner and talked openly about my little post and the reasons for it and it all went very well and I do think he’s got the gist of things. The only problem, he said, was that I don’t do anything genuinely wrong all that often so it made it kind of difficult but he’d keep an eye on things but not to expect any big changes. Fair enough by me.

Now the bad bit starts. We went to bed later after catching a late night news programme I felt horny and shuffled by bottom into P’s groin shortly after he got into bed but he didn’t take me up at all, he said he felt tired, unusual for P, and he was out like a light.

Next morning off goes alarm 6.45 am, P goes to get up, stops, sits on side of bed, I know there’s something wrong he says he’s OK, goes to stand up and nearly collapses and has to lie flat. Totally weird, P doesn’t get illness, not even man flu, he was in a cold sweat now, nauseous, tingling arms, and couldn’t raise his head off the pillow, think there might be something wrong he said, you’d better call a doctor. So that was the start of my Fri 13th (a day early). To cut it short, several phones calls, a nurse, emergency doctor and then our own doctor, indicated he’d picked up some kind of viral vertigo, he wasn’t dying after all but it was very frightening at the time. He got medication in the day to mitigate the effects but the virus has to work its way through his system which could take several days. He does seem a lot better this morning, he slept about 10 hours last night instead of his normal 5 -6.

So I’m running the shop, passing message to and throw, he’s not supposed to move about too much because it’s movement that aggravates it.

Relieved, thankful, happy how things turned out eventually, fingers crossed it doesn’t last long.

Ronnie
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I quite liked respected it

Tonight, we'll be out at our local Italian eaterie, it's our favourite local, I've mentioned it before, small, good food, nice Italian music, not extortionate and he still gets bodies in so there's always a pleasant atmosphere, not like many of the establishments in town which are showing credit crunch fatigue.

I'm going to bring up spanking and its place in our relationship. I was going to do it before Christmas, after that time he spank-punished me to do with my blog, but I backed off. I haven't got some belated grievance to air, not at all, in fact quite the reverse.

I'm going to tell him I quite liked it (might change 'liked' to 'respected' or something), admired in fact, the way he took control on that occasion and put me straight. This will be done during main course, I will have built up to it during antipasti. I'm going to make it known that since I joined blog land I've read loads of stuff which has really got me thinking about some of the underlying values spanking can bring to a relationship, I mean apart from sex. This is true actually, I'm far more conscious of pleasures, frissons and intrigues aside from the sex and would like to explore them more. Without losing the sex that's a given.

I'll let it be known that as we have a strong relationship, I don't feel at all belittled if ever he feels, ahem, more often the need to put me straight. Mains will be cleared by now and I'll be wondering if another bottle of Montepulciano might help the words flow more fluently. I'll order a pudding for now. By putting straight I mean spanked..er..you know hard like you did, no warning, when I was sassy over my blog, I mean to say I trust your judgement and I know you were right that day, even though I was a bit upset at the time. If I can catch the girl's eye I think a second bottle might be a good idea. So I mean, if I get silly over the blog again, well you know. Or any other things, I mean I do trust your judgement and don't worry any upset will be shortlived. All the time not just when I'm cheeky over my blog. My hand's under the table on his knee and his hand has joined it. The girl has caught my eye, another bottle on the way.

I'll pass on to other things, dessert and coffees, sip the wine, probably leave half a bottle, they'll cork it for us, why not. He's got the message I think, we do have good intuitive powers, didn't want to spell it out too plainly, it would spoil it.

Then again if I underplay it I won't get what I want.

Ronnie

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"I'd spank you. Hard"

I asked P what he'd do if he came home one Saturday and found me lounging around dressed like this madam instead of getting on with my housework. He predictably said ''I'd spank you. Hard''

''Really,'' I said, ''and how hard is hard?'' ''That would depend on how much you were behind.''''Uh huh, just wondered,'' said I visualising how much ironing, washing, dusting and polishing I could accumulate for next Saturday.

Ronnie
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Take a Message

P brought this back with him yesterday afternoon, goodness knows where he got it from, certainly not from our regular stationers.

''It's your new telephone message pad,'' he said.

''I can't write on that, there's not enough room.''

''You know what you'll get if you don't.'' he warned.

That's it then, I definitely won't be writing on it.


Ronnie
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Never Say Never

It’s a snow day for me today :) P is down at the office but texted to say he will be back early to work from home, switch the phone over, hardly anybody in and heating not working properly.

Been snowing quite heavy, UK tends to grind to a halt when we get snow although some areas really have had it bad, not like some of our friends over the pond even so.

It’s lovely and snug here in the house watching the snow fall, I’ve turned the heating up and plenty of time to write up this account from Saturday.....

A few years ago I told P I would never ever accept the cane as an enjoyable addition to our repertoire. On Saturday just gone I asked for more of it.

As usual P spent a few hours at the office, phone on machine, tidying loose ends, calling a few clients but definitely not taking calls - it's amazing how clients like being called on a Saturday (I should point out many of our clients have to work Saturdays), for one - they're more relaxed and receptive and, for two - they feel good that one of their providers is also working and not on the golf course.

I have my own jobs to do around the house, a few personal things, sometimes shopping online, sometimes a friend round for coffee or vise-versa. But Saturday, towards lunchtime, I wasn't doing any of those things ........... I was fishing thought my underwear drawer looking for my one and only set of suspenders and stockings to see if the clasps still worked and if the stockings were intact. I felt horny, don't ask me why because I wouldn't be able to tell you, but on a scale of one to ten I was over eight and I thought it would be a nice surprise for P to come home and find his wife in a skirt and blouse instead of faded denims and maybe perhaps with a little encouragement might just notice the stockings or give her a squeeze and detect the presence of under clothing hardly suited to Saturday housework.

When he got home, a bit earlier than usual, I was so excited I'm sure I was grinning from ear to ear, he must have thought something was up because he came straight up to me pecked me on the cheek and asked me what I'd been doing, squeezed my waist at the same time. He didn't wait for an answer, no need to, I felt his hand linger at my waist then his fingers started tracing the outline of my suspender, ''Aha,'' he said, ''somebody's been entertaining naughty thoughts instead of getting on with their chores.....unless of course you always dress like this when I'm at work and then slip into jeans before I get home?'' ''Oh no,'' I said, '' I just thought you might like to come home and find your wife in very womanly mode, all chores done, coffee on, lunch sorted.....and reward her for being such a good girl.'' I tried looking demure, P slipped his hand inside my blouse and squeezed my right nipple which went hard instantly, he groaned approvingly and slid his hand down under my blouse bursting buttons open on the way, inside the waistbanded front of my skirt, straight down to my crotch where I felt an immediate dribble escape me. ''Mmm...damp knickers...definite sign of naughty thoughts...hardly the sort of thoughts a good girl would have,'' P mused, ''I believe someone may even have been playing with themselves, do you have anything to say?''

I didn't. He took me firmly by the arm and marched me upstairs telling me en route that he took my silence as an admission and he was going to put me over his knee and cane me. Ooh the otk sounded fine but the cane is another matter, still I was hot and I wanted attention and his taking control like that always gets me going so I just 'Oh but please...'d' and trailed off feebly as we entered the bedroom.

He made me stand at the window, facing out, while went to his drawer, thank god I thought, if it comes from his drawer it must the short cane he bought from cane-iac, which is bad but not as bad as the long English one with the curled handle. He came over, sat on the bed and pulled me across his lap, up came my skirt, out came a gasp from me, I like that bit, quick turn of head to wardrobe mirror to glimpse naughty girl in stockings panties and suspenders across her husband's lap, another dribble, then Ouch! as the cane landed hard across the fleshy part of my bottom followed quickly by several more strokes above and below until I was wiggling and lifting my legs off the floor uselessly attempting to dissipate the sting.

Pause for rubbing, not to ease the pain, he said, but to help stop the flesh bruising so that he could cane me harder, which he did after a minute or so but this time with my knickers lowered. Quick look in mirror to glimpse naughty girl in stockings and suspenders panties down with very red bottom across her husband's lap, I felt deliciously wicked, then the cane resumed its work and I resumed my struggle/ wiggle/ leg kicking display for a couple more minutes.

When he stopped he tossed the cane onto the duvet and told me to get up on the bed on my knees, skirt fell over my punished bum, he lifted it over my waist, I heard his fly unzip, quick glimpse in the mirror told me a well spanked girl was close to getting penetrated by an urgent looking male appendage ''Stop!'' I said, reaching for the cane and handing it back to P, ''Put some real stripes on my naughty bottom before you take me...please..'' And he did. But then he didn't take me in the way I'd expected at all, he told me to turn round facing him, he'd moved nearer the bed and his manhood was directly in my face, I gulped delightedly and did what any good girl would do under the circumstances and judging from the noise he made I'd say he enjoyed it. He recovered his composure and had me sit on his face where I gushed an indecently fast orgasm to the thrill of his tongue; later after lying a while we made love in a more orthodox fashion, minus the spanking, I think my bum had had enough for one afternoon.

So never say never is what I say, even though I would still urge caution with the cane, it can raise powerful emotions, not to mention the odd welt or two.

Ronnie

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WETLANDS

"I'm fed up with talking to strangers about anal sex. But it will be a strong subject. And it will be sick, obviously."
- quote from Charlotte Roche about the new book she has just started writing. www.sundaytimes.co.uk/books

But never mind her next book for now, it's her current book "Wetlands" ("Feuchtgebiete" to give it it's German name) which is causing a big stir, causing women to faint at public readings and being praised by some as a feminist masterpeice and denounced by others as a masturbation pamphlet.

Charlotte, a dainty, giggly brunette with the manners of a countess was born in the UK and moved to Germany with her parents as a young girl, hence its publication, so far only in German. But fear not, English speakers will also be able to faint when it is published in English on Thursday 5th Feb and is expected to be a sell-out. The article is interesting, the book obviously deals with very taboo subjects.

I'm off to Amazon to get my order in.

Article by Ed Caesar, Sunday Times Culture

Ronnie
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