Help with Blogger please

This is really annoying and driving me crazy, it's taking all the fun out of blogging, well not all of it but it's very frustrating.

This is the problem -

I click onto my blog and reply to comments, fine some of the time.

Then I pop over to somebody else's blog read post, go to comment but the comment page doesn't load, it says connecting, I sit there and wait but doesn't connect. I give up and go back to my blog or over to another and the same thing happens, it just doesn't connect. This is happening increasingly.

If you don't see a comment from me sometimes I'm sorry but you now know why, it's because I've shut the lid and opened a bottle of red or taken an illegal substance to calm me down.

I wonder if anybody else has this happen or possibly any idea as to what the problem could be. Happens both at home and work, different ISP's, so its not down to them

I would appreciate if anyone can suggest any reasons or solutions or even to know it's not just me Blogger hates.

Ronnie

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Equestrian

Now I don't know if I told you, ages ago we bought some riding crops from a genuine equestrian supplier. They were different colours, very well made and excellent value. Since then I get periodic sales promo emails from them, one of which arrived in my inbox yesterday and item no.1 was saddles, the dressage girth caught my eye too but that's another story. So off I clicked to the saddles clearance section, curious you understand, I mean having a leather business and all that. When I got there, well.........

.....it just appealed to me. Then I noticed the words - durability - discipline - schooling - what's hot - and I became quite flushed I can tell you. I've always fancied a saddle even though it would be unlikely to make contact with a horse, perhaps an early Christmas present.

Ronnie

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A BORROWED MEME

I borrowed this from PK, New Beginnings. So come on, have a read and find out a few more facts about me.

Name someone with the same birthday as you. Can't say the name for obvious reasons but it was a girl I was in school with. It was uncanny, we had the same first and middle names, born on same date and at the same hospital.

Where was your first kiss? First kiss or first real kiss. First kiss was at primary school and was actually first day I started, a little girl kissed me on the cheek because I gave her a sweet. I always remember that. First real kiss was in our local park from a boy I had a crush on for ages, it was worth the wait.

Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property? No, but I did break our neighbours window when I was playing football.

Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? Yes I punched a guy I was going out with, only in the arm but quite hard. He was being unkind to my friends little brother. He sounded like a total idiot, I finished with him that day.

Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people? Yes, with a group of friends at a wedding. It was karaoke, does that count?

What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? Apart from his bottom, (yes I do love a man with a nice bottom) the eyes, you can tell a lot by someones eyes.

What really turns you on? Spankings of course and my fantasies.

What do you order at Starbucks? I'm not a coffee drinker so rarely visit coffee shops.

Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? No, something I couldn't do.

Say something totally random about yourself. I wear dark colours, my son's always telling me to brighten them up so he bought me a bright yellow shirt for my birthday.

Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? I've been told I look like a few things but never a celebrity.

Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows? Not really but when nephews/nieces come over I'm happy to sit through a Disney movie and munch popcorn.

Did you have braces? No, should have though.

Are you comfortable with your height? I am now, wasn't when I was younger. I was the tallest in the school and got called names.

What is the most romantic thing someone of the preferred sex has done for you? A few things. but one, when I had not long been going out with P, my friends got tickets to see my favourite group and I couldn't, when he found out he went out of his way to track one down.

When do you know its love? You just do, it's feels right, it's like no other feeling.

Do you speak any other languages? A little Spanish and like most, can say hello and thank you in a few different languages.

Have you ever been to a tanning salon? Oh gosh no. It would feel like I was in a box. I know they have ones that you can stand in but still wouldn't use one.

What magazines do you read? Don't, except when I'm at the Doctors or Dentist and then anything that there.

Have you ever ridden in a limo? Yep, couple of times.

Has anyone you were really close to passed away? Yes, both parents, BIL and SIL.

Do you watch MTV? What's that?

What's something that really annoys you? If I start I wont stop.

What's something you really like? Lots of things, snuggling with P, online friends

Do you like Michael Jackson? Didn't dislike him and wasn't a fan but I do think he was a great performer.

Can you dance? Couldn't dance to save my life.

What's the latest you have ever stayed up? 1 1/2 days but that was when I was younger and a friend had a party while parents were away, great fun.

Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? No and hope I never am.

Do you actually read these when other people fill them out? Yes, most definitely, I like to read their answers

Please feel free to borrow this meme, I did :)

Ronnie

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Rattan Cane

I get a lot of spam emails which are mainly deleted, sometimes though one or two catch my attention. This one did as you can image from the picture, it was advertising a Rattan Cane from Bondara with some info about it and a few reviews.

Discover the art of caning with this fabulous rattan cane featuring a straight natural coloured shaft and a soft leather wrapped handle. Produces the perfect "swishing" sound every time - just like in all the best caning stories - and the sting from rattan is, well, we'll leave it to you to judge!

Review by Giles - Very effective!!! Emily won't be so quick to dispute and cheek me after her visit to my study on Sunday evening, she was still sitting tenderly two days later, a fine investment.

Review by Rebecca - Really is a great instrument I'd never tried a cane before, very flexible! Michael got more than he bargained for, he's been telling me for ages I wouldn't dare get one let alone use it, well now he knows different. And my goodness didn't he squirm under it, I loved every minute, by the end of our little session his eyes were moist and so were my panties I had to have him clean me up, which I think he enjoyed perhaps just a little too much, perhaps I'll have to use it again sooner than I thought.

Review by Elliot - Perfect rattan cane, and I loved the cheap price. This cane makes a great whooshing sound as I run it through the air. It also stings like hell when it hits the recipient's bum. My partner loves the pain now she's gotten used to it. I smack her very hard on the bum enough to leave good lines and not so hard on the backs of her thighs with it. The pain is a great aphrodisiac! You have a new customer since I found this rattan cane, I have used poor imitations before but never the same effect.

Now I'm not unfamiliar with the cane myself, it is a formidable implement and I'd place it high on my least-pined-for list but, having said that, it does generate an intoxicating mixture of dread, anxiety and a strange warmth as time for its infrequent use draws near and I accept its inevitability. There is, for me at least, an undeniable bond with the cane, maybe a bit like captor/hostage or torturer/tortured, it shouldn't please and I can assure it does not at the time, but still as a spanko I would not have wished to pass through this life without having known it.

Ronnie

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No gain without pain

Last night at dinner I finished before P and he said, "you ate that quick, were you hungry,'' well actually I was and seem to be feeling that way all the time lately (I put it down to the ongoing battle to control weight and recent ruthless reduction in carbohydrates intake). ''Hunger's a sign your losing weight,'' he said, well you can image how happy I was, ''Really, is that a true fact?'' He told me he doesn't do untrue facts, they don't exist.

Then after a while he said, tongue in cheek, ''Either that or it's the increased spankings you're getting lately.''

''Oh? and how does that work out,'' I asked suddenly interested. It's true my average is up lately, apart from the unfortunate incident last weekend I've had more than my share, no doubt having our neighbours away and our son in Europe has helped.

''Lots of ways,'' he said, ''but primarily because spankings push up your sex drive and being on a higher state of alert raises your burn rate (I don't think he intended any pun). Then of course the actual spankings themselves involve physical effort to varying degrees, the body has to cope with the after effects, and even if sex isn't directly or immediately involved you seem to have a spring in your step which must surely raise the metabolism. So you could say I'm helping you lose weight, so next time you're across my knee think of the old fitness instructors maxim 'there's no gain without pain'.....but in your case make it 'loss'.''

''Gosh I'd never looked at it that way before, P, thank you so much'' I said in the dumbest bimbo tone I could manage.

''Be careful,'' he said, ''or you'll be losing some weight very shortly.''

So that's it, lunchtime sandwich back on the menu, follow-up spanking to compensate. God we'd get no work done.

Love our Lurkers Day

Thanks to everybody who stopped by here and commented on LOL Day and a big hug and thank you to Bonnie for organising it and Hermione for the work she put in. It was a fun day.

Ronnie

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It's Love our Lurkers Day - Welcome

Hello and welcome, yes you and you Sir and you lovely ladies, come closer, please gather round, that's better.

I wanted to let you know that today is Love our Lurkers Day organised by Bonnie, a special day for you. We would be thrilled to meet you, so why not take a minute and say hello, you don't even have to leave your name. We really are a very nice bunch of fun friendly bloggers.

We were lurkers once before we started our own blogs and do know sometimes it's not easy or you don't feel as if you should comment but go on give it a go.

Of course your more than welcome to just hang out and stay awhile without leaving a comment at all, no problem, we're very happy you stopped by but please, it's always nice to hear from new people so go on don't be bashful leave a comment, it doesn't have to be an essay, today's your day after all.

Ronnie

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Reporter risks spanking to get her story

Reading the Sunday Time Review this weekend, I came across an interview with Max Mosley the FI boss, conducted by Camilla Long, poor girl she should have had a minder with her. I'm sure Mr Moseley was joking but at the end of the interview he told the reporter that if he didn't like the piece she published on him he'd call her up and arrange to spank her. She apparently left his office blushing.

Reminds me of a snippet I captured ages ago, its a reporter sent to interview the owner of a riding school which has been rumoured to have unusual disciplinary methods. True or false,
I'll leave you to guess, here it is...............

Interview with The Riding Master

The school is immaculately kept. Tree-lined drive, fields to either side, glimpses of girls on ponies, somebody’s jumping over piles of white polystyrene bricks, it’s 7.50am Saturday, they’re obviously enthusiastic, my appointment is for 8.00am sharp.

I’m sitting in a comfortable office, there’s a window to the corridor, a couple of women walk past, one looks in and seeing me nods. Friendly. At 8.00 the owner, Pieter van Eyck, walks into the room and strides towards me, hand outstretched, confident, warm smile, we introduce ourselves and he offers me coffee. I start the interview while he’s pouring from a jug on a corner table.

So, Pieter, tell me about how you came to take over the school.

You can call me Mr van Eyck, I think we’ll both be more comfortable with that.

Sorry, of course. Is that what the girls call you?

That and Sir. Now about the school, I’m sure you want a little bit of the background but I think we both know your story is likely to focus on other aspects. Anyway I took over nearly three years ago after the previous owners put it on the market to retire, it was pretty run down but the area is good and I liked it immediately. A deal was agreed after a few days and within a month I’d started reorganising and refurbishing.

According to reports your membership is over subscribed and there’s a waiting list, what was it like in the early days.

I can tell you exactly, there were 43 members when I took charge and within a week over half of them left. I’m pleased to say that new members took their places quickly enough and we soon recovered and increased membership. The current tally is 102 and we can’t take any more until we get more instructors. We have quite a list of applicants I'm proud to say.

What do you put it down to.

Htt that’s an easy one. Excellent standards and good discipline, the members have pride in what they do and the standards they achieve, just look around the walls at the awards. Htt it speaks for itself.

He uses ‘Htt’ a lot, I don’t know if its an affliction or normal speech in his country.

And the good discipline?

I knew that wouldn’t be far down your list. Htt well it’s been wrongly reported that the school is a cover for exotic goings on but I can assure you that is far from the truth. I do have very high standards of discipline in all matters, personal business and leisure. To achieve and compete successfully a person needs discipline, I help members attain that.

Tell me how.

I make rules. They are always sensible, fair and imposed for good reasons. If a girl breaks those rules she is disciplined, the discipline can take many forms but most normally it's corporal as that seems to be the most effective.

I noticed you said ' if a girl breaks the rules', does that mean you don't have male members and when you say corporal you do mean physical admonishment, could you please clarify that.

Htt. It's plain enough, I don't exclude male membership but the overwhelming demand comes from women. As for 'corporal', in plain words I spank them.

How, can you describe how you would do that.

Well I'm sure you know what a spanking is, childhood days and all that. I'm dealing with adult girls here of course and my spankings take that into account as well as the offence and frequency, a typical spanking will be carried out with a cane or riding crop, occasionally a strap. The recipient is always treated respectfully, never unclothed and there is never any sexual interaction if that was going to be your next question.

I'm disarmed by the frankness of his answer. I feel awkward.

I notice some of the photos on the wall have girls in tight pants, some are holding whips provocatively, one has a girl whose wrists seem to be tied behind her back. Can you explain them.

Of course. The correct attire for riding includes jodhpurs which are often worn tight fitting, some of the girls perhaps like to display their attributes more than others and that's up to them, as for the whips well there has always been innuendo attached to riding crops and whips, they do tend to look provocative in the hands of an attractive person but that's about as far as it goes.

And the girl with her wrists tied?

Htt. I can tell you precisely, that is Joanna, the photo was taken about a week ago after she'd been caned for an offence I won't go into, the photo serves a a reminder and warning against further infractions. The reason for the tied wrists is frankly that Joanna has been known to gratify herself after previous punishments, I mean gratify herself in a sexual way you understand. I will not have that kind of behaviour so her wrists were restrained, not in an unkind way, but to prevent her gaining satisfaction.

I notice she seems to be rubbing her bottom

My dear, if you had just been caned for the offence Joanna had committed you too would be rubbing your bottom, I can assure you, and deservedly so.

I feel my face flush, I'm temporarily lost for words. Mr van Eyck interjects.

I'll send you some of the photos, Jenny, I know pictures make a story more colourful. If you want to get an in depth perspective on the school why don't you attend a few sessions, I can grant you temporary membership, you'll see what goes on first hand. You do ride don't you?

I have ridden years ago but badly.

Htt. We'll soon change that, why don't you give it some thought, just call me. Now I really must got, I have a class in ten minutes and some preparation to do.

He hands me his card with his mobile number and he's away. I see him stride along the corridor through the window, a woman comes to show me out, she's the one who nodded to me earlier. She asks me if I'll be joining them, I tell her I'm thinking about it and leave. I haven't learned enough, my editor will want more, I feel in my bag to make sure I tucked his card away safely.

Ronnie

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I wonder if I could make a series of little interviews, I mean they would be fiction, with a Fireman, a Headmaster, a Banker, a Politician, a Businesswoman, etc.... what do you think?

Honest Blogger

Ally very kindly nominated me as an "Honest Blogger". Thanks Ally

I have to share 10 true facts about myself but for a bit of fun, I've added an extra one which isn't true, please take a guess and let me know which one you think I haven't told the truth about.

1. I haven't always lived in England

2. I prefer to sleep in total darkness with the window open

3. I sleep with nothing on even in winter

4. I love my steaks rare

5. When I was young we used to keep German Shepherds

6. I am 5' 8" with fair hair

7. I'm afraid of mice, no I'm terrified of mice, I even have to close my eyes when I see them on

TV, how silly is that?

8. I hate flying so much I have to take a sedative.

9. I can't stand to touch raw chicken. I've been known to use those hospital surgical gloves. The good thing is P normally cooks when we have chicken

10. I represented my county in Athletics and won medals

11. My favourite spanking position is OTK favourite implement P's hand.

Please feel free to join in here or on your own blog.

Ronnie

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Post Mortem - Not Really

I'd been thinking about what happened on Sunday, neither of us mentioned it until late Monday night, when I got up slowly off the couch to go make a drink, he noticed and asked me if my knee was playing up, no I said, my bum's a bit sore, has been all day.

''Won't be the first time. Or the last,'' he said, and I thought that was it but when I came back in with two drinks he asked me if I'd expected him to spank me that hard. I told him the truth, I hadn't, and he told me he hadn't intended to but then he remembered our little chat in the restaurant last week and he never acted on them, and he thought perhaps this was an occasion when he ought to especially with the bad language I'd used and my general comments which were provocative. Hmm...I'd thought that might have been the case, so what was I to say, I mean I'd pretty much brought it on.

''But you seemed bad tempered,'' I said.

''Well if I'd been all jolly and smiles it would hardly have seemed like teaching you a lesson would it.'' he went on, ''....anyway I genuinely was annoyed. But I wouldn't have spanked you like that if it hadn't been for the little chat, so tell me, did I get it wrong?''

''No, on reflection I think probably I did, not making myself clear and then not recognising a situation. Trying to manipulate or engineer something which you could really say is really an act of violence isn't so easy, I'm not sore about it. Well not that sore, if you'll pardon the pun.'' I smiled.

He came and sat next to me on the couch. ''Maybe we both got it wrong,'' he said.

And that was the end of the matter, hardly a post mortem, just airing a few simple home truths.

I'll be careful of those little chats in future, or at least I'll be careful for the week following them.

Ronnie

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Sooner than expected

Have I ever told you about the chats I have sometimes with P in the little Italian restaurant we visit? Of course I have, more than once and at the risk of boring you for which I apologise. But they still happen, I think circumstances conspire to bring them about every six weeks or so even though I might not report them all. It happened again last week, Wednesday in fact, it had been building for a while and even though there hasn't been a spanking drought I felt the need for punishment, the type of punishment I only get once in a while. Maybe it's been the increased recent pressure business wise, we've had to re-schedule a promised trip, got a load of stock temporarily stuck in Customs and P's had to delay some marketing because an outsourcing partner dropped out and we have to find a new one.

Have I deserved punishment? Probably not all that much really, maybe that's why I feel a need for it, maybe I need to totally misbehave but you know actually the more years you spend together the less likely you are to really transgress. Anyway I reaffirmed to P, with my usual blend of subtlety, naivety and clumsiness, that I would understand if he needed to really teach me a lesson one day. What was I really telling him? Probably that I knew we were both a bit stressed and that if I went off track, or either of us for that matter, it would be okay by me if...you know. He smiled like he always does, as if he's right there with me, and stress isn't there any more but he still never actually does anything.

So anyway a few days later I got a lesson sooner than expected and I didn't like it.

P isn't the world's best at DIY but he can turn his hand when required, so when we got a couple of loose tiles in the shower cubicle he said no problem I'll re-fix them. Well actually when he pulled them out several more came away and we had quite a gap on the wall and one of them broke too so P had to go buy a small pack as close a match as possible, said he'd fix them Sunday morning. So he did, early, he spent an hour or so putting them back up, with little bits of wood in between them which looked messy but he said that was the right way to do it and he'd replace the wood with white cement later after they'd dried. Then off he went off to do a few jobs for his mother.

A bit later I wanted to take a shower and I didn't even think about the tiles, just got on with it. When I came back into the bathroom after drying my hair half the tiles had fallen off, the little bits of wood too, and were lying in the shower tray. Rubbish job was my first thought, maybe the glue stuff was no good, I tried to stick a couple back up but they wouldn't hold.

A couple of hours later P came home, I told him some of his tiles had fallen off. He went up to inspect. ''They can't have just fallen off,'' he said, ''the wall's wet did you use the shower?'' So I just told him the truth, he said ''Didn't you read my note?'' I hadn't seen any note but there was one taped to the outside of the shower screen saying not to use it. He said he'd have to scrape the tile cement off, dry the wall and start over. I asked him if I could help but he said I'd done enough thank you, he wasn't pleased, I said I'd go and make him a cup of tea and was halfway downstairs when he said something like 'see if you can get that right'.

I stopped and called back if he'd told me not to use the shower instead of leaving a note it wouldn't have happened, he said it was bloody common sense regardless of the note. ''Well I'm not the DIY expert,'' I retorted, ''and frankly it doesn't look as if you are.'' I shouldn't have said that but I wasn't going to change it. Next thing P was halfway down the stairs with me, his hand gripping my arm and he marched me back up and into the bedroom. ''You need some attitude adjustment in fact you're way overdue for some, your stupid flippant remarks aren't appreciated, OK accidents can happen but for gods sake its not rocket science to give something time to dry.'' And he took me over to the bed, pulled my jeans down, dragged me across his knee and gave me a short but really hard spanking. ''Now get up and go make that cup of tea,'' he barked after he'd finished. So I was pissed at this, I really was, it was all very sudden, my brain wasn't in gear, I'm sure I'd have played it differently with hindsight, I could have dragged it out, pushed my luck gradually and built up some real friction over an hour or so which would have been delicious but it didn't happen that way.

''Make your own fucking tea,'' I said as I rose and pulled my jeans up. I shouldn't have said that, maybe that's why I said it. P stood immediately, turned me to face him, cupped his hand under my chin to make me look up as he's quite a bit taller,''What did you say?'' I tried to look at the wall behind him and mumbled it again, I think I smiled as I said it not because it was funny but because I felt silly standing there. I wasn't smiling ten minutes later.

P went to the wardrobe and took out the leather rose paddle he bought from John at Leather Thorn Paddles and some strips of Velcro tape, which we've used in play on occasions. I went to leave the bedroom but he grabbed me with his left hand, threw the paddle and tape on the bed, undid my jeans again with his right and had me over his knee in a trice. ''Forget it I'm not doing this!'' I said as I struggled against him, he held my legs by wrapping his over them long enough to bind the Velcro tape round them just above the knees, it's very effective there's no way you can shift it, struggle as much as you like. ''Get that tape off me,'' I said and tried to get my hands down to unfasten it, but P grabbed my right wrist really tight and held it into my back and told me he'd bind both wrists if he had to, I saw there was still tape on the bed so I put my hands in front of me.''That's better,'' he said, ''and make sure you keep them there or else''.

And then he started to spank me with that paddle which I love or loved, I don't love it any more, I think it will be a while before I love it again. Gosh talk about burn, heat, sting, roast, I'd need a thesaurus to get all the appropriate words and I still don't think I'd do it justice. That leather meant business, I struggled as much as I could, the strap kept my knees tied, my ankles and feet still kicked wildly but I wasn't moving anywhere, the thighs are the most powerful moving muscle in the body and when they can't move the rest of you can't move much especially when a 13st man is holding you in position. I didn't want what I was getting, I don't think I deserved what I was getting or at least not at the start, but the spanking kept going, I think a point came when my backside went numb and I just stopped struggling and let it happen. P had stopped telling me off, maybe that's why I stopped struggling or maybe it was the other way round.

Whichever way, the spanking stopped, I could hear him breathing heavy so he must have been putting some effort in or I was struggling more than I'd realised, I wasn't crying I was conscious of that, I think I should have been. The Velcro crackled as he untied me, he pushed me off his knees, not roughly but without saying anything. He sat a while and I just lay there, uneasy silence, then he got up and went back to the bathroom. He didn't tell me to make his cup of tea, and then I welled up a bit inside and felt like crying because it was wrong, not because I'd been spanked but because it was just wrong. I think it must have been the same for him. I think if he'd told me to make his cup of tea it might have been okay because I'd have known everything was all right even though he'd spanked me so hard.

Half an hour later an extremely sore bottomed girl made him a cup of tea anyway. And placed her hand over his as she gave it to him. Later we went shopping and no more was said about DIY skills or the spanking, and I don't think I want a post mortem actually, at least not yet.

Ronnie

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