Do You?

After your spanking...

Take a look in the mirror to see how red your bottom is?

Me, I have to take a peek.

Do You?

Paris was wonderful, weather gorgeous. We have a busy weekend ahead but if I have time to write I'll tell you all about it.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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Tied up in Paris

Not like this...

...in Paris visiting the sites

I'll tell you about it when I get back.

Ronnie

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Even Vampires....

....have dreams of spanking and bondage.

Wont be around until Thursday.

Hope your week goes well.

Ronnie

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Effulgence of pleasure

I'll admit I had to check the word effulgence, I hadn't seen it used in the context in which Anais Nin used it, some words just evoke feelings, some authors know how to use them brilliantly.

I tried Nin's work a while back, started reading 'O' but for some reason couldn't get on with it. Then recently someone kindly reader sent me some extracts from her work which contained references to riding, whips, tight jodhpurs etc, they had noticed my..ahem..passion for riding.

I've pasted a couple of paragraphs below, I know they're two girls but that didn't bother me one iota, the writing is just so erotic:-

.....Horseback riding becomes you," she said.

Her hand held a whip with regal assurance. Her gloves fitted her long fingers tightly. She wore a man's shirt and cuff

links. Her riding habit showed the shapeliness of her waist and

breast and buttocks. Bijou filled her clothes more abundantly.

Her breasts were high and pointed provocatively upwards. Her

hair hung loose in the wind.

But oh, the warmth across her buttocks and between the

legs—feeling as if she had been rubbed with alcohol, or with

wine, and slightly patted by an experienced masseuse. Each time

she rose and fell in the saddle she felt a delicious tingling. Leila

liked to ride behind her and watch her figure as it moved on the

horse. Not fully trained, Bijou leaned forwards in the saddle and

showed her buttocks, round and tight in the jodhpurs, and her

shapely legs.....

.........Before Bijou had finished pulling on her trousers, Leila stopped her to kiss her clitoris; but what Bijou felt was her

burning buttocks, and she begged Leila to put an end to her

irritation.

Leila caressed her buttocks and then used the whip again, used it hard, and Bijou contracted under the blows. Leila spread

the buttocks with one hand so that the whip would fall between

the buttocks, there in the sensitive opening, and Bijou cried out. Leila struck her there again and again until Bijou was convulsed.

Then Bijou turned and struck Leila hard, angry that she was so aroused and yet unsatisfied, burning and unable to put

an end to the sensation. Each time she struck she felt herself

palpitating between the legs, as if she were taking Leila,

pene

trating her. After they were both whipped to redness and fury

they fell on each other with hands and tongues until they reached

the full effulgence of their pleasure.

God I wish I could write like her, sadly I can't but I'm definitely going to be downloading a book or two of hers. Recommendations anyone?

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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You Asked II

KiwiGirl - Do you get spanked for punishment or for pleasure, or for both?

Both but mostly pleasure; even though some of the pleasure spankings are administered under the guise of punishment to add spice both of us can tell, without words to pre-arrange, that the ultimate outcome will be pleasure. On the minority occasions when I've been spanked purely as punishment I haven't liked it, I think because I know I've seriously upset my husband not because of the pain of the spanking although that is not inconsiderable. I also have to say that genuine punishment spankings are the ones that fascinate me most and I have, from time to time, tried to engineer them but it's a very fine line.

Sarah - Have you ever met a real life D/d girl? (it's alright for those over the pond...they tend not to be as reserved as the Brits)

Dee - Have you D/d friends over here that you have met?

Sarah, I know what you mean about us Brits being reserved. Believe it or not and you wouldn't think so with me having a spanking blog but I am quite a shy person. In answer to our question, no, I haven't met a D/d girl and yes I would very much like to and I'm sure at some point I will.

Dee, I have D/d girlfriends over here who I email but have never met but would like to when the time is right.

Pref - I have read a few times about spankos "coming out" to their parent(s) about their kink and even one BDSM blogger who came out to her adult offspring but I have never read about the other aspect of coming out. As a hypothetical scenario, if your son came out to you as a spanko, what do you think your reaction to him would be, as a parent?

Hmm...well first of all I'm not sure about the concept of 'coming out' in relation to spanking, I mean I can see it's relevance with gay preferences but with spanking I'm not so sure; I mean, why not come out and say you practice oral sex or refer doggy style or love dressing in plastic macs or whatever, where do you draw the line? Anyway knowing our son I think I would be initially shocked...that he saw fit to tell me!!!...then curious as to why he felt it necessary and perhaps, after the shock wore off, whether he wanted any advice. Would I say "Snap!?"...No!!!.

James - Do you Spank each other?

Mr&Mrs. B - I know you get the spankings, but have you ever spanked an adult male?

No, we're not switches. I have spanked P, lazily and by sneaking it up on him in the right mood and he hasn't objected, but there was no enthusiasm either.

Mr&MrsB - Is it ritualised, or as and when?

I suppose there is a bit of a ritual element in many spankings, in terms of the way they are initiated and conducted, even if we don't consciously recognise the rituals at the time. We have tried formal rituals like weekly maintenance, punishment book etc, mostly at my instigation, but they have always faded away, I think P gets bored with them although to me they were good because they were regular. At the moment it's very much as and when and I think, although I complain of drought at times, it's probably the best way.

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Excellent questions. Thank you - Mr&MrsB, Prefectdt, Sarah, James, KG Dee

Ronnie

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Second picture from Otto

You Asked.....

Mick - I noticed that you can be rather hacked after a spanking? Are you always, even if you were looking forward to one? - I'm not certain exactly what you mean by "hacked,"I guess peed off in some way. I'd say it's true that sometimes I get spanked and don't get my own way which for me would usually mean sex, sometimes that frustrates me but then again I normally enjoy several hours afterwards with a sore backside trying to get my husband's attention for some make-up time. There are occasions when I get spanked for doing something totally wrong and they hurt and there's no question of sex even though in nearly all cases frisson builds in the day or days following and when hanky panky comes it's usually very fulfilling. I'd say only about a quarter of my spankings leave me hacked off and usually it's only shot term.

PK - How long have you been spanking and how did you bring it up the first time?

OBB - How your first spanking with P came about? - Have to get the old grey cells working. If I remember correctly it started around my late twenties, gradually with playful swats, probably like it does with most couples. Then much later I read some throwaway paperback on holiday, I think a Jackie Collins, in which there was a brief account of a girl getting spanked and I told P about it, I remember him reading the extract and telling me so and saying it seemed to have done her some good. I think that was probably the first time P ever mentioned it, I mean the actual determined act of spanking, and told him I agreed.

Later the same day P spanked me, we'd been out to some barbecue place where there was dancing and free flowing wine, we were both a bit tipsy or at least I thought we were, and I know I was acting seductively, P noticed it of course and so did other men according to him. Anyway to cut it short when we got back to our chalet I got spanked for the first time ever, it was fairly hard, or I thought so, and it was followed by ridiculously satisfying hot summer night sweaty sex. Next morning I woke late, P was already up I could hear him swimming in the pool, when I came out of the shower he'd done breakfast for us on the terrace, I told him he'd spanked me last night as if I expected some explanation but he just patted my bottom and said he knew and it didn't do me any harm did it? Well he was right.

Joey - Do you have a spanking fantasy, a scene that thrills you? - Yes, I'd love to be spanked after a riding session, I would have to be correctly attired and so would he, I would have failed to impress in some way, or been disobedient or lazy not tending to my horse properly, something along those lines. It would perhaps have been a repeat offence for which I'd been warned and now I'd gone too far. He would deal with him firmly in the stable, bending me over a hay bale or something and giving me a should cropping.

Isabella - I'd like to ask how you met and when did you know he was the one? - We met when he became the new manager of a place I was working. I didn't like him, he was aloof and sarcastic in my opinion, probably a bit too young to hold the management position he had (don't tell him that, I never have.) He kept asking me to go out and I kept refusing, he was very persistent, my friends told me I ought to give it a go. Then an occasion occurred when my friends got tickets to see a favourite pop group at the time and I didn't manage to get one as they were a sell out. When he found and knew that I was disappointed he went out of his way to get me a ticket, I don't know to this day how he did it, I guess he paid over the odds, anyway it got him firmly in my good books and our first date wasn't long after. There was no light bulb moment when I thought that's it, he's the one. It just seemed so natural being with him.

Lea - What's your favourite colour? - Pink followed by red

Oops, sorry you didn't mean the colour of my bottom after a spanking:) My favourite colour it Blue Lea.

You know me - I love pictures with my posts but sometimes the font changes so keep fingers it doesn't with this post.

Thank you - PK, OBB, Joey, Mick, Isabella and Lea for the excellent questions.

Please come back tomorrow for more questions and answers.

Ronnie

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Learning her lesson Twice

At Work

Sandra has been naughty and her husband teaches her a lesson at the office they share..

At Home

Sandra has been naughty again and her husband doesn't hesitate to take her over his knee and teach her another lesson..

Sandra of course has a very sore bottom by bedtime but she never seems to get tired of learning...and her husband never seems to get tired of teaching.

Sounds just like me - naughty in the office and again at home:)

Most clips like these seem to show only one cheek being spanked - I wonder why.

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Questions anyone?

I've been reading around the blogs that March is "question month." So ask away. I think most of you know quite a lot about me through my posts and memes but if there's anything my new readers (or my loyal ones) are wondering, please feel free to ask either by leaving your question in comments or send me an email.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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WordPress help please

Since Friday I can't seem to leave comments on any WordPress blogs and it's really annoying me.

This is the message I'm getting -

That email address is associated with an existing WordPress.com account, please log in to use it.

I've never had to log in before. Is this a new thing? Anybody else having same problem, if not, any ideas please?

Thanks,

Ronnie

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St Patrick's Day Greetings

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you.

Enjoy the day.

Ronnie

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Lamb Shanks in Rioja Wine and a Spanking

I know, it's not a cooking blog (even though associated words like roasting, tenderising, heating, warming etc do appear from time to time) but I do try to give a little background to my posts sometimes so don't worry, I get spanked soon.

The reason for the title, not hard to guess, we were planning on cooking said dish, my husband was actually as he's a far better cook than me.

We'd been at Sainsbury's, P choosing some wine as they had decent reductions on some nice Chilean reds and me going through a list of ingredients we needed plus a few other bits and pieces. Job done, we were in and out in 20 minutes and on our way home. Half way home P asked if I'd got everything, it would have been more sensible to check while we were still in the store but never mind, I told him I had. 'And the rosemary?' he asked.

'No, P, I didn't get rosemary, don't we have some in the garden?' He didn't think so, that was why he'd put it on the list. Had I still got the list, he asked.

'No, I threw it away, but rosemary wasn't on it.' I am certain of this but my husband insisted he'd written it down.

Anyway he said we'd drop by the office and collect some. I know that sounds crazy but we do have beautiful wild rosemary growing in the flower borders outside our external office door (thyme, other herbs, and blackberries in the summer.) I moaned that I didn't want to stop, I ventured that we might have some dried rosemary tucked away at the back of a cupboard but when I mentioned it to my husband he almost went off the road (he wont use dried herbs) so we stopped at the office, he parked on the street which he shouldn't but he said it would be OK if he stayed in the car while I went and cut the rosemary.

I let myself through the back entrance and round the building to our office, I didn't have anything on me to cut rosemary with so I went to open our office door and get some scissors. The door wouldn't open, I tried several times but the lock wouldn't turn, I called P and told him, he said for me to wait and he'd park properly and come and sort it. I watched the kids playing the other side of the iron railing fence which separates our grounds from the park, I smiled at one of the boys when he came up to the fence to retrieve a ball, didn't want him to think I was trying to break in.

My husband appeared in a few minutes and opened the office no problem, apparently I'd used the wrong key. He couldn't find the scissors because I'd been using them upstairs to open some packages, he called me in and sent me to get them, which meant opening our little satellite office (mine actually.) When I returned I quipped that it would have been quicker to go back to the bloody supermarket, to which my husband said not if the scissors had been where they should have been and if I'd known how to open a door. You can see where this is leading, can't you.

It wouldn't have ended up in a spanking though, but for one thing.......my husband put the rosemary in my handbag! Without a thought, without asking me, he just took the scissors from me and cut several sprigs, then came back inside, lifted the flap on my handbag and stuffed them in. I told him to get them out right this minute, they smell really strong and they might have had insects on them for all I knew and anyway it's a really nice leather handbag which I've only just bought and I wasn't having a load of gardening produce in it.

He closed the door behind him and locked it, reached out for my bag and placed it on a filing cabinet, took hold of my arm and led me across to his desk, pulled out his chair and had me across his knee in double quick time with my skirt up and pants down.

He gave me such a spanking and it was so loud! I told him he couldn't because of the kids outside, they would hear, they knew we were in here, I'd been talking with them I lied, but he just said I should have thought of that before I got so stroppy. I could clearly hear them shouting and playing around while I was being spanked and I was convinced they must have heard the slaps.

After he'd dealt with me he said 'Now come on, pull yourself together and let's go.' It's about 30 metres from our rear office door down to the corner of the building where the path turns away from the park.

I've never made the journey so fast, I was sure the kids had stopped their play to watch the woman who'd just got her bottom spanked in that office.

Later that evening four very contented diners, my son brought a new girlfriend home, sat and enjoyed lamb shanks in Rioja wine...with rosemary!

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Photo from MarQe's Study - no, not the food picture the spanking one.

Mind Blowing BJ's

Ladies as today is Steak and BJ Day - do you know how to give your man a mind blowing one?

Apparently not thinks Lisa Sussman.....

"Unfortunately, many women don't have the first idea how to handle a penis. They grab, fumble, and then give up. This book offers no-skip steps to a knock-em dead blowjob from basic moves to multitasking (that made me laugh) that he'll love to get and you'll love to give."

"Men are suckers for blowjobs. According to The Hite Report, almost all the 7,000+ men polled listed fellatio as their favourite pastime."

So do you know how to give your man that mind blowing blowjob?

No Steak for P tonight as he's away overnight but the good wife that I am did wake him up this morning and sent him off with a smile on his face and I didn't hear him complain.

Ronnie

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A Dangerous Method

Just wondering - have any of you seen A Dangerous Method yet and if so, what did you think of it?

Love to hear if you have.

Ronnie

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Matchstick People

Made me smile

Hope you have a good week.

Ronnie

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Sorry not sure where I got it from. Let me know if it's yours.

"Couldn't have done it without YOU"

Am I an un-thinking person? I mean those of you who know me well, do you think I am? And those who pop in occasionally, do I give that kind of impression?

No, I don't think I am un-thinking. But I got spanked for being just that and it was all because my husband spotted the title I used for my 500,000th post. He doesn't often visit my blog unless I ask him for help with something which I did (I'm supposed to update my stories which I haven't done for ages but I couldn't remember how to do it.) He spotted my aforementioned post and told me I'd forgotten something, or someone actually. I said 'Oh really P and who would that be', I genuinely didn't know what was in his head and he told me I'd forgotten him, he said I couldn't have done it without him. I told him I appreciated his help from time to time but really, come on, it's not that often P.

"No", he said, "you misunderstand what I'm saying. Come here."

Well I was in the middle of ironing, but I put it down and went to walk over to him, obedient wife that I am.

"Turn the iron off," he said.

I did and went across to the sofa where he was sitting. My husband pulled me down onto the sofa and across his lap, his left hand reached under my tummy for the stud and zipper to my jeans and in a flash they were down to my thighs, followed swiftly my knickers. This all happened in the space of just a few minutes, I mean there was no spanking foreplay or teasing of any sort, no warm up either, I wasn't sure whether it was fun or serious, he didn't say anything just started spanking me.

When you don't know what it's about or how long it's going to be and your partner is playing the strong silent type, you don't know how to take things do you? I mean should you be meek, saucy, provocative, or what?

I didn't think it was sexual because I couldn't feel him hard and I didn't feel sexy anyway, who would in the middle or ironing. Anyway after a minute or so of my husband's strong hand pounding down on my bare backside.

I started protesting and then struggling when he took no notice, then swearing at him to let me up, he didn't, instead he wrapped his leg across my thighs to hold me still and increased the cadence, swapping hands after a while presumably because his right hand was stinging, imagine how my bottom was feeling. Thankfully he stopped after another minute or so and slid me to the floor. I moved away from him, I was really quite angry he still hadn't said why, I just sat there on the floor looking sorry for myself, I wanted to pull my knickers and jeans up but I didn't want him to watch me do it, ridiculous isn't it. I might even have cried if the silence had gone on much longer but it didn't, his calm voice broke it.

"What have I just done?" He asked me. I looked up at him he was smiling, the bastard.

"Spanked me," I answered after a pause.

"Exactly," said my husband. "And how many hundreds or thousands of times have I had the pleasure of doing that over all these years, you don't need to answer that, just think about it. And would you have had the inspiration to set up a blog and keep it going without all those spankings? You don't need to answer that either, just think about it......oh and well done, by the way."

I got up on my knees and kissed him, he was quite right.

So.......thanks P, I couldn't have done it without you either!

(I might add that my ironing was postponed for an hour or two)

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

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Spanking with your Dinner

P reminded me that we need some beer and wine as were having friends over for dinner Saturday evening but I don't think he meant with labels like these...

Could make for interesting dinner conversation.

And if we don't finish all the wine we can always use the bottom stoppers.

Ronnie

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Preoccupied with Spanking

I spotted this picture last week and emailed it to P saying we should take our paddle with us on holiday and try for an outdoor spanking.

This was his reply more or less -

"You seem to be preoccupied with spanking (me - well I am a spanko P) and an outdoor spanking, which must be the most improbable of all spankings because it's difficult to find a safe place, so it's almost out of the question. And paddles, which are noisy to use and tricky to explain if found in a baggage check, similarly have a slim chance of making it. And why are you sending me stuff about holidays, we've only just had a break in Barcelona, I think the spanking aspect is your priority not the holiday, you need a shrink to dilute your spanking addiction. Perhaps hypnosis would work. Or maybe I should just spank the backside off you twice a day for a week, that might tone you down somewhat. "

Needless to say I was impressed with my husband's final suggestion although I thought a week might not be long enough. Anyway I knew he was only joking, worse luck, but he did spank me later, a pleasant little sexy one followed by some bedroom time.

Thank you for all your lovely comments on reaching my half a million.

Ronnie

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All because of YOU....

I've reached my half a million.

I would never have made it to this number without you. I know half a million is nothing compared to some of you bloggers but to me it means a lot.

So I raise my glass to each and ever one who has ever stopped by and from the bottom of my heart

for all your support and friendship.

Picture from Au Fil des Jours. Yes I know I've used it before but it is rather nice:)

Have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

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