Monday, 27 January 2014

Traditional vs Modern

Well which is best? I'm not taking a side or drawing any conclusion or trying to make a case either way. What got me thinking was the other day I was surfing and came across a couple of new blogs (spanking related of course) and just loved the style of writing and the subjects covered, they were fresh and punchy and observant and daring, romantic too and they clearly attracted like minded readers, I could tell from the comments and followers. The blog rolls linked to similar stuff, much of which I hadn't seen before.

I enjoyed them so much I thought right, must change my wallpaper, colour scheme, template etc....change my writing style too, shorter lines, shorter posts:)  But then I thought about it and decided no I wouldn't do any of those things (well I might do one day but not because of). Why? Because if I did, and if we all did, we'd all be the same and that wouldn't do at all. There's room for everyone and that's what keeps it interesting. Still, I was definitely impressed with what I saw so if you detect any subtle or, worse, unsubtle, changes in my online behaviour give me a quick slap (metaphorically that is) and restore me to my default style.

Having said all that I don't have a spanking to report. Sigh. So I'm reproducing a story I posted a few years back, it's set in a time gone by, in a large country household with domestic staff, lady of the house and of course master of the house, titled naturally. It's old fashioned stuff, but not any less erotic for that:-    

Lady Barclay stood in front of her husband's desk, it was huge as befitted a man of his station. Lord Barclay sat the other side, upright, stern, finished signing some papers before placing them in a drawer, desk top clear save the small black and white portrait of the two of them on their wedding day. He looked up at his wife, she was still in her jodhpurs after her morning ride, she was a handsome woman, make any man proud he'd often thought, but he would not have her usurping his authority or abusing the privileges her position as his wife afforded.

''Penelope,'' he said, a bad sign as Penny was his preference, ''I've called you to my study because I've heard reports that yesterday an incident occurred with one of the grooms, the new boy, Tobias I believe, and that you saw fit to intervene on my behalf and take certain disciplinary action. Would you care to elucidate?'' Lady Barclay shifted uneasily from foot to foot, dinner had passed uneventful last night, their guests had gone, she'd thought of the incident as private, she doubted if the boy Tobias would have raised the matter, perhaps then one of her friends had tittered innocently to her husband and he had seen fit to inform Lord Barclay. No matter for now, it was done and an honest answer was required. Lord Barclay's study was no place for untruths; she had learned before their marriage, in their courting period when she'd had her backside reddened more than once, that her husband to be was not a man to trifle with.

Lady Barclay summarised the incident, making sure everything she said was true but not recounting everything which had taken place, she had no idea how much her husband already knew. There had been an incident with the new boy, Mr Stevens had reported it to her and that he had refused discipline, she had decided the matter was serious and in her husband's absence to have the boy brought before her, confront him with dismissal or a summary flogging from her, the latter of which he had reluctantly accepted.

''I'd heard as much, Penelope, and it's as well you've told me candidly. But you know there are strict rules in this household, they are in place for the benefit of us all and I won't have you going off and flouting them. You know well enough that Stevens is permitted to administer spankings at certain levels, but other than that staff are referred to me unconditionally where corporal punishment is required.'' He spoke as he rose and turned away from his desk to the walnut cabinet in the corner of his study, where he kept a small selection of canes.''I'm going to thrash you for undermining my authority as master of this house,'' he removed a straight cane with a bound leather handle and closed the cabinet door,''and I hope it will make you think twice before taking matters into your own hands again.''

Lord Barclay turned from the cabinet and faced his wife.''You know the procedure, madam, across my desk if you will.'' Penelope felt her stomach somersault and her knees weaken as her husband approached. She lowered herself until the smooth polished edge of the desk nudged into the tops of her thighs and then stretched fully across, reaching the opposite edge with her fingers and pulling herself as far as she could. Her high waisted jodhpurs moulded to the womanly globes of her bottom, accentuating the fullness of her cheeks and separating them provocatively. Under different circumstances her husband could have been inclined to mount her but he had very different responsibilities to perform, no less intense but certainly more painful. For his wife at least.

She felt his hand rest briefly on the small of her back pressing her further against the wood and inlaid leather of the desk. ''Relax your legs, let your weight fall into the desk top,'' her husband ordered. She responded, knowing that as soon as he saw her thigh and buttock muscles release he would lay on the first stroke, she went to say something in mitigation of what she'd done but the dreadful swishing sound of the cane in flight told her she was too late. She gasped as the initial sting registered, the shock temporarily anaesthetising her from the pain, long enough for the second stroke to land wickedly close, followed by the deep burn overlapping from the first stroke, causing her to cry out from the shock of pain invading her flesh and fear of what was to come. Four more strokes followed in rapid succession and had her squirming against the solid desk, her knuckles white from her grip on the far edge, determined not to rise until told.

''Get up, madam, turn and face me.'' his voice was flat, he stood barely a pace away, cane resting across his hands.''Head up, let me see that pretty face.'' She looked him squarely in the face, her eyes were moist, hers legs quivering from the after shock of the beating, she desperately wanted to rub or to move around or both.

''Now, Penelope, have you omitted anything about the incident which happened yesterday, anything you may have forgotten or considered unimportant, hardly worth the telling?'' Oh God she felt weak, how could he possibly know? Did he know? Was he bluffing to test her? She couldn't imagine that any of her friends would have betrayed her knowingly, and surely the boy would not have complained about the lewd act she'd made him perform. ''Sir, everything I've told you was true I swear it.'' she said.

''That was not my question and you know it,'' Lord Barclay's tone indicated some impatience, ''my question invited you to make a clean breast of things. Is it not true that you had your friends in attendance when the incident was reported, and is it not true that you allowed them to witness your interrogation and subsequent punishment of the boy from the open door of the adjoining room?'' ''And is it not true, madam, that you humiliated the boy in addition to the thrashing you meted out, by probing his sexual experience making him answer questions totally unrelated to the matter at hand? In order to amuse, titillate and show off in front of your friends?'' His cane was tapping impatiently against his thigh, his temper was up, that she could see. But mercifully it seemed he was unaware of the act she'd had the boy carry out so exquisitely in his innocence and naivety.

''It is true, husband, but I beg you to see it not in the worst light, my thought was to act swiftly to uphold the discipline you have always so evenly maintained, it was a matter of expedience to remove my guests to the next room, their amusement or otherwise was of no concern to me. The questions I subjected the boy to were just to take him down a peg as he exhibited a most unseemly pride, even after his thrashing, almost challenging to my perception.''

''All the more reason then, madam, for you to leave such business to me. But from what I've heard the afternoon was more of an entertainment than you would have me know. I will not have my staff so abused. Nor will I have my wife conceal or withhold information from me. Lower your breeches Penelope, I believe you caned the boy twice, I shall cane you twice also and you shall receive your second caning on the bare, it will deepen both sting and humiliation and be a lasting lesson to you.''

Lady Barclay hadn't the stomach or conviction to further argue her case, she had erred, she should be grateful the full extent of her corruption was apparently not known. She unfastened and lowered her jodhpurs, turned and prostrated herself without commotion. She heard him move close behind her and then his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her satin knickers. ''These too, madam, when I say on the bare I mean it.'' She shuddered as they were pulled down roughly to her thighs, then the tail of her silk shirt flipped up over her waist causing a brief whisper of cool air. She sensed her husband stand aside, she whimpered instinctively anticipating what was to come and then the white hot streak of pain seared into her flesh this time atop the welts she'd already earned, and she cried out. The second stroke landed mid cry, it swiftness and severity shocking every sense she had and twisting her cry into a grotesque guttural scream which resonated with wild fluctuations through three further strokes when he paused, allowing his wife time to recover her senses and absorb the collective pain which was undoubtedly suffusing through every nerve in her writhing derriere. He relished for a brief moment the prospect of spearing that lush and sensuous part of his wife's anatomy, the ultimate mastery he mused briefly.

''Penelope, I trust you'll remember this the next time you're tempted to take matters inappropriately into your own hands for the spectacle and amusement of your friends.'' Lady Barclay was sobbing with great heaving breaths, her tears flowing freely, before she could muster a contrite response her husband delivered the final stroke of the cane, landing wickedly across the lower fleshiest parts of her cheeks. Lady Barclay's 'yes sir...' mutated into a piercing unintelligible scream as the pain from this harshest stroke further outraged her livid senses. Lord Barclay watched as the quivering bottom, now purple and red, recovered from the stroke, the flesh refilling the indent caused by his cane, his wife's scream subsided to heavy sobs and gulping breaths, he walked to the corner cabinet and replaced the cane shutting the door with a precise clip and then strode to the leather winged chair where he sat heavily, an action his wife was unlikely to be doing for some time.

Penelope had not looked up but she knew it was over, she lay sobbing, her face wet against the tears which had collected on the green leather inlay of the desk. ''When you're ready, madam, you may get up and restore your modesty, I shall order tea for us in the drawing room but first you will attend to me as my wife and we shall put behind us this unfortunate matter. Penelope heard the fly on her husband's twill trouser unzip and the leather chair creak as he adjusted position. She stood slowly, her bottom flesh was tight, it felt swollen and raging from the assault, she bent to retrieve her knickers and breeches, winced as she pulled the delicate satin into place and then spluttered into renewed sobbing as the unyielding fabric of her jodhpurs, now two sizes too small, encased her buttocks in their own heat after a painful struggle to re fit them. She stood a while. When she turned to her husband she was crying and sniffling spasmodically, her face flushed and shiny on one side from the pool of tears on the desk. Lord Barclay thought she looked magnificent, she had learned her lesson he was quite sure, and now she would demonstrate her contrition and acquiescence.

When Lady Barclay knelt at her husband's lap and released his manhood from the confines of the heavy material it lunged forward, the purple cock head glistening, drops of pearly pre cum rolling from its eye. Penelope stretched painfully forward and took it dutifully, submissively, perhaps even gratefully, between her lips whilst her husband tenderly wiped away the tears which trailed down her cheeks.

Have a good week.




bobbsroom said...

That is what makes life so interesting, we are all different and you did not get the following and associated friends by being the same as everyone else. Keep doing what you doing, spankingly entertaining :):)

Have a good week


Michael M said...

Lovely story thanks. Good strict discipline and jodhpurs are a splendid mix, so it was no surprise that Lord B needed some relief and he was not the only one.

PK said...

Excellent story and I like what you said about there being a place for both the old and the new in ways of blogs and post, etc. Could you come explain that concept to my boss - in his mind new is wonderful, traditional is horrible.

Hermione said...

Hi Ronnie,

It's always exciting to find new blogs, and there are some very attractive ones out there. Bonnie gave me this advice years ago: Make your blog as different from the others as you can so yours has a unique look.

Blogger offers a series of standard templates nd when many people use the same one, they all run together in my mind. I like yours because it looks like no one else's.


abby said...

Thanks for the story. I am so tech-illiterate i could not change things if i had too. I do agree it is nice seeing different layouts, but i think writing style, is your style. hugs abby

foothills1981 said...


Your blog is great the way it is, if you couldn't tell from the number of your followers!

Although modern and swanky can be nice sometimes, I LOVE LOVE the traditional spanking contexts, like the one involved in your story. Great story by the way, even if it's a repost! But I loved it, it was very descriptive!

Minelle Labraun said...

Please don't change! I have been reading here for so long and love how you do things. I enjoy the fact that the color and layout makes me think...Ronnie, Heart and Soul!!

ronnie said...

BOB - I will:) Thanks for stopping by.

Michael - Oh yes, strict discipline and jodhpurs, perfect. Thanks.

PK - I like tradition, like the cane for discipline:) Thanks.

Hermione - Good advice from Bonnie. I wont be changing my layout anytime soon then:) Thank you.

Abby - Its a good job we have Hermione, she's helped me out a few times. It was mainly the writing style I like about the new blogs. Thanks.

Foothills - Thank you. Happy you enjoyed the story, I think worth a second read:)

Minelle - OK, just for you, I wont change a thing. Thanks for saying so.


Leigh Smith aka Sunny Girl said...

I used a standard template because I don't know how to make one of my own. I am, however, constantly changing the background because I get bored looking at the same old thing. Ray always says he's amazed he's still around after all this time considering my "kink".

My answers are usually short because that's me. I love how some people are able to give long thoughtful comments while mine are usually just a couple of words.

You've been doing this a long time
and we hope you keep doing it for longer and I, for one, don't care if you change a thing.

sixofthebest said...

Ronnie, what a beautiful corporal punishment story. Two sophisticated people, one of which the female has to lower her riding breeches, and her knickers, so that her husband can cane her, on her naked rear end. Wow! Thank you for stirring my sexual and erotic impulses. Thank you.

Meredith Malloy said...

Great story
How can we find these new blogs. Can you do a post to list them?

Ami Starsong said...

Please don't change. We all love you the way you are. When it comes down to it, it is the words we want to read, not the wallpaper. Perhaps some folk have more time to play around with backgrounds. A few pictures sprinkled around every now and again are just fine. Loved your story. What is it with you and canes? I tried my jodhpurs on the other day and couldn't even begin to get them done up. Gasp! I must have been much thinner way back then!

Many hugs

Cat said...

Hey Ronnie...I agree, there is room for both the old and the new. We all have voices and learn from each other...what would we learn if we all sounded alike? ;) happy I wasn't on the receiving end of that spanking! Does her husband ever find out that she is still withholding some information from him?


Kenzie said...

Great story! And I wouldn't change a thing about your blog .. I love coming here and reading your stuff, and I think your set up is great. Like you said, where would the fun be if we were all the same? ;)

Our Bottoms Burn said...

I think you have the jodhpors, some satin panties and a cane. P has willing arm. I think you are all set except for a stable boy to cane. But, I have no doubts that you can think of some other little mischief that will have you over the desk your bottom well presented.

Roz said...

Wonderful story Ronnie, thanks for sharing.

I agree, there is room for both the old and new and I wouldn't change a thing. We all have our own unique 'voice'. It just wouldn't be as much fun if we were all the same.


ronnie said...

SG - Your comment was pretty long:) I'm the same my answers are short though my spanking stories are far too long. Thanks.

SOTB - My pleasure. Glad you enjoyed it.

Meredith - Two I liked -

Ami - Thank you. I couldn't get into my old ones, had to buy a new pair in the sale. I must give them an airing very soon:)

Cat - No, he didn't find out what she was withholding. She was very naughty and if he had found out - she would have gone more of the cane than she did. Will post the first story but having problems with laptop at the moment.Thanks.

Kenzie - I know your right. Thanks.

OBB - I'm sure I can come up with something:) Thanks.

Roz - No, I agree we all have our own voice and all different as it should be. Thank you.


Anonymous said...

Thank you for not changing and thank you for the pretty picture you wrote in this story. I loved it too!

Janey said...

You are so right, it takes all sorts, as the saying goes and the world would be a very boring ace if we were a the same. I always enjoy coming here and your story today was really hot too.

1manview said...

There's nothing wrong with change, if that change is you. I like your writing style, it's long like my writing. And I fond out by making it shorter, didn't change how many people will read it. On a poetry site I belong to, when I write something short, I get comments about it, because everyone know I write long poems. I just decided one day to add some short ones more of a challenge to myself. Believe me, when you try and shorten one of your post, it will take twice as long to write it, because it's not your style... People come to read about the friendly, feisty Ronnie, not how erotic you can write. See how long this is. :) :)

peace and love

ronnie said...

Jacy - No, thank you for stopping by, appreciate it.

Janey - Really nice of you to say so. Thanks.

1ManView - LOL. Don't think I could write my spankings any shorter. Maybe I'll try. Thank you.