Hand Sketch

P saw some of Patti's pencil sketches  and said he liked them. He said he wants me to draw a nice saucy hand sketch of my bum for his desk drawer, to remind him of all the spankings he needs to deliver. I can remind him in my own way thank you very much, without putting pencil to paper and embarrassing myself with my lack of artisitic skill. 

 
I  found this on the net, I don't think it's Patti's....I'll print it off and pop it in his drawer, I hope it will please him even though it's not me.....otherwise he might.....well.... you know.

Ronnie

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Tender Moments

Found this on google images, don't ask what I was actually searching for.

 

Showed it to P.

 

''Is it true, that when we share a tender moment and I'm lovey dovey and spiritual, your mind's really on the more carnal side of things?''

 

''Not at all,'' he said. ''My mind's always on the more carnal side of things.''

 

Ronnie

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Red Bottom Green Fingers

Beautiful weather the last few days, at least in our part of the country, unusual as its a long weekend, I think later today its going to revert to normal British bank holiday weather. Never mind, it'll water in the summer flowers we planted yesterday. Not that I've got green fingers, and certainly not P, but the extra colour is nice and should last right through summer and hopefully several barbecues.

 

I think the sunshine put P in holiday mode because when I came down for breakfast yesterday he was browsing the Ryanair site tut-tutting about all sneaky charges they make.

''Ooh are we going somewhere?''

''Just checking,'' he said. He doesn't just check so he obviously had something mind.

''Do I need to get me bikini out?''

''I'll give you plenty of notice for that. I think you need to get bikini fit before you worry about fishing it out,'' he was smiling as he said it, even so my hand went to my tummy which doesn't seem to respond to running, dieting, crunches which I always cheat on anyway or anything else I try to flatten it. If I diet too much then I lose weight from areas I don't want to lose weight from, in particular my backside which he forbids me to lose weight from.

 

We have a scale in the kitchen and he heard me get on it.

''Well? How's it looking?'' He shouted through.

''I'm er a tad over my average, well according to this scale anyway,'' I said making a mental note to check the bathroom scale later. But actually you don't need a scale to tell you when you're a bit up or a bit down and I knew I was a bit up, about three pounds up actually. He came into the kitchen and asked me to get back on, he made sure the needle was set to nil first. Hmm definite lack of control in the weight department, he concluded.

''You better report to my office after breakfast,'' he said. He always calls it 'his' office not 'the' office when he's going to spank me. The guilty stomach flipped, its owner finished her breakfast, a little less cereal than usual, and made her way up to his office where he was reading mail, another little thing he does when he wants to appear serious, he wouldn't have a flights page or a yummy Spanish beach resort on display, he likes it to seem like I'm disturbing his work, an errant girl reporting to him, a nuisance, he'll have to stop what he's doing to deal with her.

 

''Ah good, you're here,'' he said still looking at his inbox, ''close the door please and wait there.''

He turned round after a couple more minutes and told me he was thinking maybe we could squeeze a long weekend, possibly even a week, in between now and August, not business just R&R, but he could see I'd got some work to do if I was to feel comfortable on the beach. Ha! whatever the truth of his words, no girl likes to be told she needs to shape up a bit so I told him he should take a look at his own weight. I think it didn't go down well, he pushed his chair back from the desk, reached back for my arm and pulled me right alongside him my knees touching the chair edge and his right thigh. We have a small sofa type seat in the office, it converts to an occasional bed, it's the other side of his upright chair and when he positions his chair close enough I can land my upper body on it, it's safe and it facilitates longer spanking without un-necessary discomfort, except to my bottom of course. He'd positioned his chair just right so I knew he was going to take me forcefully across his lap any minute and I knew it would last a while.

''Well I think I can see I'm going to have to help you shape up seeing as you're not doing very well yourself,'' he said.

''I think it might be that scale downstairs,'' I said unconvincingly. He didn't even reply, just pulled me sharply across his knee. He adjusted his position presumably for maximum swing and then laid into my backside. No warmup, not like maintenance, just straight in, my cotton shorts didn't offer much protection and my bum was soon burning and I was writhing and telling him in between 'ouches' and 'no, pleases' that I'd be trying harder, increasing my runs, cutting down wine that was the culprit, it was wine, it wasn't my fault at all, we'd had several social occasions and wine was always there.

''No excuses, I'm not interested in excuses, I want to see results, in fact I'll be expecting to see results and you can be sure I'll be checking and you can expect to get spanked good and hard each time I check and find you're over your average,''

''Maybe we could adjust my average,'' I volunteered. He ignored my suggestion but the spanking stopped.

''Now lift your hips a little for me,'' he ordered. I did. His hands came round to unclasp the waistband and they were pulled down round my thighs in a flash. The spanking resumed, harder.

''This is for trying to divert attention from your own shortcomings by suggesting my own weight could be looked at. I will take a look at it but I won't have you trying to use it to help your own situation, do you understand?''

''Yes...SLAP...YESS!!!!... SLAP.....I do understand, I do.

''And this will help you remember your manners.'' ......SLAP....OUCH!....''PLEASE......really I will remember my manners and I will sort out the excess...OUCH... really I WILL!''

 

He spanked me for a further five minutes at least, and five minutes is a long time when you're bare bottomed over a man's lap getting lectured and spanked. I think he ran out of things to lecture about because the last two minutes were pure spanks and my bottom and upper thighs were on fire by the time he stopped.

 

'''Well I hope we'll see some improvement soon now that I've taught you a lesson,'' he said. It was a statement and a question, I told him I'd be trying my best and I'd be grateful for his help, he started stroking my tortured cheeks, hmmming in satisfied way. I started murmuring deeply in a not-yet-satisfied-but-hoping-to-be way and wriggling my bum appreciatively. He told me that as I'd apparently learned my lesson I could get up and we could get on with more pleasant matters, I had a moment of doubt, I shouldn't have, his hand stayed on my bum as I got up, he steadied me, stood up himself, shoved his laptop aside and bent me forward across his desk. I was very wet and horny as hell and I squealed with delight as his cock rammed into me, his thighs slamming hard against my punished bottom and I came in no time stifling a scream as I could hear kids playing outside. P wasn't done, he followed half a minute later and when I felt him spurt into me I came again and then collapsed across his desk.

 

So it was with a sore bottom that a well sated but a tad overweight girl got the planting done and overall had a very pleasant day indeed.

 

Ronnie

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Caught with the Whip

First, apologies for the shaky image but 1) it was dimly lit and 2) I was trying to snap without drawing attention to myself. You'll understand soon.

 

Yesterday we visited a few leather goods wholesalers, I won't name them. P came with me thank goodness. They all had some decent stuff on offer if you picked through it, not high end but perfectly fine for casual easy everyday use. One of them had their own small factory attached and they made all their own belts, there were hundreds and hundreds of them and I made a note we'd definitely get some from them, the prices and quality were good and they had some very supple but heavy belts. I knew there must be perks with this job.

 

Then, at the far end of one of their rows of stock, we came across a load of braided leather whips. I could hardly catch my breath, out came the nokia, quick get a pic of me with the whip I whispered to P, he obliged with a smile and wandered of down another aisle. I didn't put the whip down, I ran it through my fingers and was wondering what it would feel like when one of the staff came up to me and told me they sold quite a few, they'd got heavier ones upstairs, sell very well to the sex shops he said. Have you got a sex shop? Oh God I nearly fell throught the floor, do I look like a sex shop owner? I'm sure I went beetroot as I mumbled no with a don't-be-silly smile and hurried off to find P. He was amused as usual, he asked if I'd like him to buy one but I told him he couldn't there was a min £100 purchase limit.

 

Know how much the whips were? £1.20 yes one pound twenty, or about 90 cents, made in China no doubt. Imagine, I'm sure I've seen the identical thing with a bit of fancy packaging on the shelves of one of the UK's major saucy shop chains for £24.99, now that's what I call a good profit margin, maybe I should open a sex shop as a sideline, LOL, joking, I've got enough on my plate right now.

 

Maybe I'll buy one if we go back to that place to buy some normal stuff, I'm not sure if P would know how to handle it though, perhaps it could remain coiled in the wardrobe, a sort of I'm warning you I'll take that whip to you but never actually happens thinks. Hmm.

Ronnie

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Spanking Horse

Having a book clearout for the Oxfam shop on the weekend, I came across 21st Century Kinkycrafts, it's by Janet W. Hardy and it's about...well.. Kinky Crafts as the title says. It's full of DIY tips for making your own playthings, I bought it for P one Christmas a while back but he's never made a single thing from it and I guess he's not going to start now. So if anyone spots that red cover and finds the book in ? Oxfam store for about a pound (a considerable discount to what I paid for it) you'll be getting a bargain and you'll know it probably came from me....and that I probably live not many miles away. 

A few photos from the book before I consigned it amongst others to the Oxfam collection bag -

Tit Wringer - I've tried nipple clamps and never liked them, goodness knows what this device would be like, happily P is more for butts than tits so it never inspired him. 

The  Tongue Condom - this totally confused P, he said babies don't get made that way so why the condom. 

The Spanking Horse - now this one did grab his attention, at least momentarily, then he thought about all the work involved, then he said he wondered if our neighbour (an excellent carpenter) would construct one for him. Not on your life I said, so that was that. 

Ronnie
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Thanks for getting me into trouble :)

Now I know where the crowds came from.  Hermione kindly sent a post of mine to one of the very busy blogs Chross.

 

So indirectly it was Hermione who got me in trouble, not that the trouble lasted. Hermione, that was very nice of you, thanks.

 

Ronnie
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Don't ignore your husband's advice

Not often do I post on Sundays but two things happened - 1) I got over 1000 visits to my little piece of cyberspace yesterday and 2) I ignored P's advice and got spanked for it and it wasn't a maintenance spanking.

So yesterday we were looking at how to build web traffic for a website for the new business, P went into google analytics which he installed ages ago but hardly gets used. It showed over 400 visits to Ronnie for Friday which was about double the norm, no particular reason, anyway P said you should pop a post in as you're getting extra visits let them know you keep uptodate. I didn't do it. This morning while I was showering P accessed statistics again, he likes charts and things, and visits for Saturday went just over the 1000. He didn't congratulate me, he put me over his knee, took my pants down and spanked me whilst admonishing me for ignoring his advice.

Well, all you new visitors, and goodness knows where you've come from but you're most welcome, you can be sure this post is uptodate and my backside is, I can assure you, still smarting as I type. P snapped it on his phone, I promise you it does not show the true colour.

I'm sure the visits are a fluke, maybe people have been searching laptop repairs and found me by mistake:)

Ronnie

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Not Again!

Yes again - my laptop froze on me yesterday afternoon.  P was away and the young lad in the next office was out too.

Called P and he told me to take it back to our techno man, you know the one who said I had corrupted it.  

So in it went this morning, the girl on the counter thought it should be fixable as it didn't go into a dreaded blue screen, just freezes and re-freezes when I enter passwords, weird. Anyway their geek team were busy but she said they'll try to have it ready late afternoon or Saturday.  So here I am again having to use P's as the desktop is occupied today.

Hope you all have a good weekend.

Ronnie

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Erotic Caning

My laptop should be ready for collection tomorrow morning, apparently they’ve had trouble recovering my data but their chief geek's on the case now, keeping fingers crossed as I'm away overnight Sunday and I'd like it with me. P has to see a client on Monday up north and as it's our sons 21st on Sunday were going to take him out to dinner and stop over.  He's going out with his housemates tonight, which probably means he won't be fit for much tomorrow but that's students.

Having no laptop the past ten days has been a real pain and haven't been comfortable drafting posts on P's, anyway so I'm posting a story I found a while back and sent to P, I do such things occasionally, and found it this morning still in his 'Ronnie' folder where outlook express automatically stores copy mails I send him. I can't remember where I got it from so can't give anybody credit for it. It didn't fire P up to doing that to me by the way, maybe he didn't read it, maybe I'll drag it across to his inbox, I quite liked the story or at least the thought of it. 

Hope you enjoy it.

Story...

I had a horrible week last week. Just horrible. I could very easily look back on it with the kind of urgency as if I were fleeing the scene of a frightening accident. I was battered, wounded, torn from the inside out. I'd accumulated so much negative energy, I walked around with a sombre thunderhead hanging over my head, the storm front waiting to burst, just edging along my forehead. I needed a release.

I came home and found the darkest corner, and just sat. I didn't turn on any lights. I wanted to see if the total shadow would relieve me, help me disappear a little, distance myself from the events of the week. My girl came home, and the sound of her heels clicking on the tile shattered the silence surrounding me, but even this lovely song couldn't rouse me from my sullenness. She sensed my composition immediately and came into my study. She knew a little about how horrible my week had been, and embraced me, stroked my cheek and just held onto me. She asked me if there was anything she could do. I looked into her eyes, and she knew immediately. Without any words, she got up from my lap, walked to our bedroom, stood at the side of the bed and arranged herself for me.

I needed this.

I collected one of my rattan canes, a small pelt of white rabbit fur from my shelf, put on my jacket and walked to our bedroom. There she was standing. She'd hoisted her skirt up, her stockings and suspender remained, her heels of course she'd kept on. Her magnificent buttocks hung in the air. I walked behind her, gliding my hand over the flesh of her backside. Not a single muscle in her moved. She could sense how much tension I had inside, and I could tell that she was a bit apprehensive about what lay ahead for her. But I never turned it on her, she wasn't the cause, nor the victim, but the outlet. I held up the cane in the air in front of her face, she opened her mouth, and clamped down on it, putting her lips between the rod and her teeth. She has learned that I do not like indentations in my equipment.

I swatted her right ass cheek with my hand, snapping a loud pop into the air. I peppered her other cheek with short quick slaps, moving down her thigh, over the round shape of her butt, in between her legs. I started building a cadence that I could slowly begin to channel some of this energy through, finding the pulse in my head and pushing it out with each impact. I listened to her breathing. I watched the muscles beneath her flesh tense, and knew when to stop, take a step back, let her exhale.

I enjoy paying attention to her breathing, reminding her to in fact breathe (because she has the tendency to not remember). I'll put a hand on her back and simply say:

"Breathe."

And she'll resume the function that helps deliver her to a very small, safe place. I grabbed the rabbit pelt, and ran the soft milky fur over her cheeks and inner thighs. This helps as well. It soothes her, pulls her out of her real world self of bumping into strangers, loud city noises, navigating sidewalks, and sitting at a desk all day. By now, her skin on her ass was glowing pink, radiating a nice heat from the friction of my spanking.

I put the pelt down, and resumed swatting her. Harder, closer together. I sped up my rhythm, bringing heavier blow after heavier blow down onto her cheeks. Without realizing it, I've snapped. I'm in a completely different world. This world consists of energy, and specific postures, and correction. I felt a connection to her, one I'd needed all week long. Each time I told her to stick her bottom out, and she obeyed, the connection grew stronger. Every time I pulled back my hand and she winced, this action reinforced the connection.

I alternated between swats and caresses with the fur. These are not mechanical, clinical reactions. I wasn't suddenly counting the minutes.

Everything was fluid. My mind divined that ebb must arrive, I turned to the fur. Then, I felt a flood, I slapped my flesh against her flesh. Her backside screamed with a fiery redness.

I brought myself close to her, kissing her neck, breathing softly into her ear. I held out my hand beneath her chin, and she dropped the cane from her mouth into it. I had her lay over the edge of the bed. I tapped the cane on her left cheek. She yelped. She fears the cane. But this was the particular instrument I needed to exorcise the week's events. I patiently held the cane horizontally stretching across both cheeks.

"Present your bottom." She obligingly pushed her derriere higher into the air, almost daring the cane to meet it.

I pulled the cane back and stung her with a slice that gave her right buttock the worst of the blow. I paused. She pulled a groan that emanated from the point of impact, all the way up through her insides and out of her mouth. She shivered, and stomped a few times on her right foot. I reviewed the mark, comparing the result to the force behind it. I gave her three more trial marks, finding my touch once again. I asked her for a number. She does not know how hard each stroke will be, she can only give me a number that I will then use to allocate stripes across her lovely ass

"10" she ventured.

"Let's make it 12."

By the end of it all, my actions find me carefully rubbing her throbbing skin with the supple rabbit fur, holding her, praising her for several minutes. I thank her for the release, the ability to express what I held inside. This is far removed from the typical regimental spankings I use as correction and reinforcement of her place. I've taken the malicious battering I've accumulated during the week, transformed the energy and from it, forged a stronger fellowship with my girl. Something beautiful has emerged.

Finally I drop the rabbit fur and feel between her legs. She is wet and now I must help her release some of the tension of her own week. It is a task I will relish.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie
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Perverted Laptop

My laptop is still sick I'm afraid so I might not be posting or commenting as much until I get it back restored to health.  The tech man said I had corrupted it LOL I wonder what he meant by that, I may have perverted it a bit but not corrupted. Anyway he said he's got to reinstall windows and I need him to back up everything and return it with all my settings and emails intact, should be ready by end of week. There's a desktop in the office but we have a part timer using that a few days a week and I'm terrified of leaving footprints. Have to use P's when he's not in.

 

It was a Public Holiday here in the UK yesterday, we had friends over. Jen wanted to go shopping which was fine by me, the boys stayed at home and played cars, Jen's husband's just bought an old, really old, VW to do up. In the evening we had dinner which P cooked, think I told you he's better than me, has to do with his side of family having a catering background and his dad was a chef, maybe its a genetic thing. Jen and hubby wanted to go for a walk after dinner, P said lets turn it into a walk and a pint so took a short drive into our local city to show them the sights and a lovely old pub which keeps good traditional ales. The city is one of the smallest in the UK and parts of it date back to the 15th century, walking around it is lovely, we probably take it for granted, when we came to the Cathedral Jen and hubby were gobsmacked, it would put many major cities to shame, I'd forgotten how grand it is at night when the facade is lit up, I snapped it on my new(ish) nokia, goodness knows how I ever managed before without a camera phone, at least one that works. It was a revelation to our friends now they want to come back daytime and go inside, it truly is a beautiful cathedral.

 

Ronnie

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Brrrr...I need warming

It's nearly lunchtime, we've done a 2 hour presentation and questions session with a friendly audience of over twenty students interested in taking up positions in the UK at the end of summer, I'd say half will probably do it, they might recommend it to friends too which would be fine.

Yesterday afternoon we interviewed over a dozen guys already working but wanting to expand their experience and hone their English.

I love Helsinki! Its cold, I think there was a frost last night but the sky is blue and the sun's out it's lovely. Were staying at the Scandic Continental, it used to be the Intercontinental, about half a mile outside the centre opposite the Finlandia Congress Centre and a beautifully kept park where P got me up for a walk early this morning. Brrr! I told P I needed warming, he said he'd warm me later, I'll hold him to that.

Last night we ate in Russian restaurant, P ate a brown bear steak or at least that's what the menu said, he thought it was a bit tough, I tried smoked reindeer for the first time, good job it's not near Christmas or I probably wouldn't have.

We're going to an exhibition after lunch and tomorrow it's a boat trip from the harbour to one of the islands. The harbour here is a wonderful place there's a daily market with fresh fruit and veg and they cook fish brought in daily on huge open frying pans, for me it's the heart of the city.

Some photos from my trusty nokia don't do justice, unfortunately someone forgot to pack the digi... now there's reason for a 'reprimand'.

Ronnie

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