Heart and Soul

Better after a Spanking?

2012-01-27T16:45:00.000Z

Recently I had an email from a reader (it was signed anon - come on, anon, I know that's not a real name:)) seeking my opinion or comment on - "I find that a man is a much better lover after he's had his bottom warmed." which apparently features in a blog they'd read.

Obviously has me mixed up with another blogger as I have no experience of warming men's bottoms and the effect it may or may not have on their lovemaking. However it got me thinking.....what about us girls?

Are we better in bed after a spanking are we more voracious, more receptive, more adventurous? Are we more submissive to our partner's sexual demands after we've already submitted to a spanking?

Or does it neutralise sometimes, kill the urge, and if it does do we nevertheless find the urge returning later in the day or maybe even the next day?

I'll own up to my own, ahem, weakness...if you haven't guessed from my posts...I do get aroused when I have my backside warmed and I'd say it leads me on to certain things which as far as I can remember seem to please my husband well enough, I'd say I have become a more liberal lover because of it but I'd also say that in the immediate aftermath of some bottom warmings I can be quite lustful. And that doesn't necessarily mean I'm putting husband's pleasures first, which might make me not so good a lover theoretically even though in practice P seems to find evidence of some lust on my part a turn on.

So what about you?

And what about the original question about men, does it work for them too? Perhaps I'll sneak the odd swat in and see if it alters performance:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

First and third pictures from Otto and morethanithurstme. 2nd picture, sorry not sure.

I'd be eating standing up....

2012-01-25T17:00:00.000Z

I've been looking for a spanking related Valentine gift for P which I want to take away with us to Barcelona. I can give it to him early when there's just the two of us. It had to be small enough to fit into hand luggage as that's all were taking for 3 nights.

I spotted the perfect gift. A crystal tipped handle telescopic crop. Even comes with it's own pouch and small enough to fit into my holdall.

Does look rather nice

I was imaging giving it to him early in our trip and hopefully him using it at his earliest convenience.

Then I saw the price £179.00. Far too much for it even if it does have a crystal tipped handle and if P found out what I'd spent he definitely would be using it and I'd be eating my tapas standing up.

Still looking.

Ronnie

Picture from MarQe's Study

Better not be late

2012-01-23T11:30:00.000Z

Wouldn't do to be late to another spanko couple's dinner because you know what you'd get and you wouldn't like it

.........or would you:)

Hope you had a good weekend.

Ronnie

Photo from Red

SENIOR junior cane

2012-01-20T06:00:00.000Z

The senior cane, which I received as a 'private' Christmas present from my husband, was brought up in conversation the other day. It was a twosome conversation as you can imagine, and it grew out of circumstances altering my, ahem, commercial instincts and likely to adversely affect my wealth, at least as I saw it at the time. Yes it's long so skip the next two or so paragraphs if you just want to get to the caning.

We were driving from P's mom's house, often a bit of a stress for me in one way or another, when P said 'Cheer up, want to hear some good news?' I did of course and he went onto tell me he'd booked us flights for Barcelona, well Girona actually where he said we'd stay one night with two in Barcelona itself. I asked why the Girona night and he said we'd go and eat at El Celler de Can Roca, which is well known, or if not there, at the restaurant run by the mother of the three brothers who run El Celler. Complicated eh, and I got the impression P was trying to soften me up for the mother's place (which would no doubt be cheaper) But hey, if the lady raised three kids who've built one of the best restaurants in Europe she must know something about cooking so I wasn't too worried and I know my husband's weakness for bargains.

We fly out on the 3rd February, back Monday, he told me. Now that's all well and good and very thoughtful of my husband but on the Saturday I've got an arrangement to meet a Spanish guy who's provided me with storage bags for the past couple of years, I sell quite a lot of them, he's based in Alicante but he's in Leicester for two days and I'd promised to meet him because I'd like to expand that part of my business. I told P and he said it wasn't a problem, just re-schedule the meeting. Hmm. Well I pointed out that what wasn't a problem to my husband might be a problem to some of us mortals and it was usually one particular mortal who had to suffer or lose out or sort out the 'no problems' so lightly declared by my husband. The tone in my voice was changing, P could tell, it was just that he should have told me before booking instead of assuming and I told him so. Voices were raised a bit, P said he'd cancel, I said no after a while, he said he was sorry he hadn't checked with me first but he'd wanted it to be a surprise. Ah well that did it, don't men know how to say the rights things sometimes and even make you feel guilty.

I put my hand on his knee and said I was sorry for getting uptight. No problem (again) said my husband, it wasn't a spanking offence to which I smiled and said "Why not?' And that was when the Senior Cane came into things....P said 'Talking of spanking reminds me I still have that lovely Senior Cane to commission, haven't I?' I said I didn't think it warranted a senior caning (even though I'd yet to experience one) and my every helpful husband suggested perhaps a junior one then. All this was light banter you understand, and I quipped that a junior caning might be more appropriate. I was clearly flirting with the possibility of getting my backside warmed when we got home but in the belief that, as our school cane is at the office and we don't have a junior cane as such, and the senior was not appropriate, the only cane available was a light green garden plant cane which is in P's underwear drawer (I know because I put it there) and which is really not too intimidating.

Well how wrong was I.

Careful what you wish for is a saying we all know. When we got home P told me to go to the spare room and wait for him. A minute later in he came brandishing a long straight handle cane, I gasped and told him I thought we'd both agreed a senior caning wasn't appropriate and my husband smiled and said he wasn't holding the senior cane, he was holding a junior cane. 'I didn't know we had one, I gulped, it looks the same as the senior cane.' 'Indeed it does, and it's the same length and material but thinner by I think 3/16" of an inch. (you can see the difference between the two.)

When I bought the senior cane I bought a 3 pack, it was better value, quantity discount and the same carriage charge (did I ever tell you my husband searches out value in everything.) I got a senior, a junior and a nursery and this is the junior cane, stingy but not too deep it said, but I'm sure you'll have your own opinion shortly. You did say in the car a junior caning.....remember?'

He had me over a barrel and shortly he had me over our office desk in front of the window, jeans and knickers around my ankles, squealing like a little girl as he introduced my bottom to the wickedness of this newly acquired cane. It took my breath away I really hadn't expected it to be so cruel, it's so flexible it whipped and swished as it bit into one buttock then the other then a long sweeping stroke across both together, then over again. God my husband must have been practising. As I got to know the pattern of the strokes my bottom instinctively retracted one side then the other, then both together but of course there's only a limited amount you can retract when your thighs and hips are hard against a wooden desk. The spectacle I presented, of urgent but futile wiggling, gasping and yelping, affected my husband in a manner I hadn't experienced for a while.

The caning stopped abruptly, I heard his zipper pull down and his cock was at me before I'd even had time to adjust to the assault my bottom had just received. I'd dried up and was tight and it hurt when he forced into me and I squealed again, like I did when he caned me, and then my husband started a deep groan and I knew what was coming and it was all too fast and then my own floodgates opened and we both roared as we fucked violently and greedily over the desk. Afterwards we lay panting and laughing for a while. When P pulled out it was with a plop and I felt it trickle down my inner thighs , I kicked my jeans off and used my knickers to wipe us both then we flopped down on our little two-seater, my bottom still outraged by the unexpected ferocity.

Christ, P, if that was the junior cane I dread to think what a senior feels like.

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

Picture from Crimson & Black.

They say 'Your school days are the best......'

2012-01-18T17:00:00.000Z

We've all heard the saying that your school days are the best days of your life, right?

Well I came across this photo and loved the little caption quip in white. I think the bit in red 's OK too:)

Ronnie

Caught by the Janitor

2012-01-16T16:20:00.000Z

How was your weekend?

I spotted this the other day and thought it amusing (sorry if you've already seen it) but please.....

someone put me out of my misery and tell me who the guy is. Jason Schwartzman - thanks to Lea for letting me know.

Ronnie

Porn Dept this way....

2012-01-13T19:30:00.000Z

You may remember my post about Tesco's having whips and jodhpurs. Now, some jokers are passing emails around saying they're going full-on into the sex industry.

It's not true I'm sure, the unkind emails coincide with recent worse than expected results from the supermarket giant, but they're amusing.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

My Carpet Beater Beating

2012-01-11T17:00:00.000Z

Remember that lovely carpet beater I bought. I'm sure you do.

Well I got my carpet beater beating........

and I have to say it was a let down. A bit disappointing after the mini taster I had at a friend's house a few months back.

Why? I don't know, maybe the carpet beater I bought is too light, too heavy, too much surface area, too many points of contact, I really can't say, it just didn't suit me.

Maybe it's a state of mind thing and I just don't have any fetishy feelings towards carpet beaters, not in the way I have towards paddles canes and riding crops, not to mention my husband's hand.

So do I try it again? Probably not.

Looks like I'll be selling it on EBay.

Ronnie

Nothing Glamorous about a Spanking

2012-01-09T17:00:00.000Z

No the picture's not me but it kind of illustrates what caused me to get a very hot bottom.

I don't have any jeans with designer rips in them and if I took some scissors to a decent pair of jeans I'm sure I'd make a mess of them, then I'd cut a bit more to try and improve the damage and then I'd probably do a bit of tearing to try and make it look natural and of course

it wouldn't work at all and I'd just end up with one less pair of jeans.

Anyway I'm digressing. The girl in the picture obviously has stockings on under her jeans and I did too when we were rearranging some wall pictures to make space for one humongous wall mounted flat screen. Ridiculous really, our old Sony flat is perfectly good except for one thin orange line which appears vertically about a third of the way across the screen depending on the background. Our son can have it in his room if he wants it, otherwise the scrap man. We were going to paint the wall too while the pictures were down.

I wore a pair of tights with bold seams under my jeans, no knickers, and heels. Impractical of course but we had the house to ourselves, my husband was still in festive mood and I was feeling horny.

He noticed. When I bent forward or stretched, my jeans raised and exposed hose covered ankle.

"Have you got stockings on?"

"No, P."

"Well they look like stockings. And why wear heels, we'd get this lot sorted much quicker if you were dressed practically."

"I know we would."

"Come here." I did and he reached down and felt my ankle, rubbing his thumb appreciatively up and down the black seam.

"You have got stockings on, you naughty girl," he said as he stood and moved his hand over my thigh seeking the tell tale suspender fastener, "so where's the suspender?"

I didn't answer. He told me to stay there, he'd be back in a minute. He had our Leatherthorn paddle with him when he returned and he undid my jeans and put his hand inside. He didn't say anything, just Mmmm'd as he pulled them down and told me to step out of them. I had to kick my heels off to do it but he told me to put them back on. Then he sat on the sofa and pulled me across his lap. He told me it was entrapment, which made me laugh, he said it was true, I was making him do something he wouldn't normally be doing. I said it wasn't an offence though and he said I might change that opinion after ten minutes.

Then he started walloping me. It felt lovely to start with, I hadn't had the paddle for ages, and I'd never been spanked in heels. Nor tights, at least not for the whole of the spanking. It got hotter, very hot actually and I think the tights keep the heat in, they certainly don't provide any protection. About halfway through P stopped and fished his nokia from his pocket for a quick snap. He said the screen didn't show anywhere near the true redness, he'd try to improve it and then he resumed spanking. The loveliness and sexiness wore away during the second half, my heels flew off in the struggling and I was just feeling very naughty, which I suppose was quite right as I had set out to provoke, entice, entrap, call it whatever, my husband into dealing with me when we should have been doing other things.

When he stopped I gasped a sigh of relief, he snapped again with his nokia and showed me both images. I thought he'd made marks on me but he said it was just the pantyhose ruffling. I said "How unglamorous."

"There's nothing glamorous about a good spanking," said my husband sternly, "now put your jeans back on and let's get this job finished."

God, I was already starting to feel horny again but I thought I'd better do as I was told. This time I put my slippers on not the heels. The unglamorous snaps below are me by the way, you don't see me very often, I think P was right about the redness it doesn't look half like it felt.

Ronnie

Bored Wife

2012-01-06T17:00:00.000Z

In spite of the nude waiters at the snap of a finger and 5* Hedonistic luxury, Maria still displayed utter indifference and boredom with Grant's efforts to amuse her but he was beginning to loose patience with his wife and if she didn't change her attitude by early evening.....

he was going to give her a damn good spanking before dinner.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

Pictures from Otto (I think) and Pink

Macca didn't get me spanked this time

2012-01-04T06:00:00.001Z

Macca was fantastic, as I've already said, and if any of you get a chance to see him before he finally hangs up his guitar, all I can say is 'Do it', and don't for one minute have doubts about his advanced years, the guy did almost 3 hours without a break and he entertained!

My son said it all to me when I spoke with him after we got back, he said he would have liked to go and I apologised I would have got extra tickets if I'd known but I thought Macca might be a bit un cool for my son's age group. "What! Roared my son, Mom, he's a Beatle, his music is fantastic, don't think for one minute he's owned by your generation, McCartney is for all generations." True actually, there were all ages at the show from teenagers to octogenarians.

A few of the songs he sang -

Magical Mystery Tour -

All my Loving

Jet

Drive my Car

Paperback Writer

Let it Be

Love and Let Die - Smoke and fireworks for this one. Quite spectacular

Eleanor Rigby

Band on the Run

Back in the USSR

Hey Jude - The whole place up on their feet and everyone singing and arm waving

Encore 1

The World/All you need is Love

Day Tripper

Get Back

Wonderful Christmastime - Macca sang this one with a choir and fake snow falling. A magical moment a few days before Christmas

Encore 2

Yesterday

Not the best pics but you get the idea.

Now down to the spanking, or lack of. You all know about hotel spankings, I'm exactly the same, I love 'em, worry about making a noise, look sideways at other guests in the corridor or bar, wonder whether P has brought something with him or whether he'll improvise with a something from the hotel, sitting on a sore backside at breakfast, I could go on. Anyway it didn't happen, all I got was a pat on my bum next morning and told to get a move on it was 9.00am, we'd both overslept.

Manchester weather did for me (sorry Manchester, I love you as a city but I've been caught out by your weather before), it rained almost all day. The BBC said it would clear in the evening but it didn't, it was dry when we walked to the the MEN arena but absolutely pouring when we came out. We'd got drenched once in the afternoon and now it seemed another drenching was in store. We avoided the taxis, which were log jammed anyway all around the venue, and skipped across puddles all the way past the Arndale shopping centre where the traffic was moving, then we jumped in a cab back to the hotel. Soaked.

We had twenty minutes before bar closing to grab a nightcap and review the evening, then we were spotted by a couple we knew from Birmingham and they joined us and we chatted and the bar closed so we got night porter drinks for a couple more hours, the evening ended enjoyably but much later than we'd intended. So to bed, sleep, wake (late), pat on the bum, skip breakfast, motorway by 10.00am.

So Macca didn't get me spanked this time.

Ronnie

It felt wrong to enjoy it but..

2012-01-02T06:00:00.000Z

Hope your New Year is off to a good start.

Bank holiday here in the UK and I am heading to the Bicester Designer Outlet to see if I can bag some bargains before the Chinese and Russians get them.

Didn't manage any spankings, neither by hook nor crook, over the New Year but I did have an enjoyable Italian meal and let the New Year in with family.

Although there has been a dearth of spankings, there was an incident which I didn't tell you about but I'm going to tell you now in case any of you feel sorry for me not getting my quota of late. I told you I didn't get any real spanking over Christmas and I didn't but something did happen which I must report on.

You will remember we had guests over Christmas and the little ruse I tried to get them out in the fresh air for a couple of hours while ~~I got my backside well and truly roasted~~ we cleared the house up a bit. So you remember they came back early, yeah I know you know the feeling, and I didn't get what I needed but I did get a perfectly good frisson going through the rest of the day between my husband and myself. I suffered sporadic knicker moistening until late evening when finally I was too exhausted, and perhaps a tad tiddly, to continue the flirting and went to bed.

Next morning P woke first, I felt his hand on me, well my backside actually to be precise. I was still dreamy, if he'd said nothing and just used his hand imaginatively and sensually, I think I would have had the most wonderful wet semi dream within minutes. But he didn't say nothing, instead he said in his soft deep tone 'Remember last night all the challenges and objections you made against me when we were playing games?' I did, and murmured affirmatively. 'Well I think you overdid it, everyone noticed you know, I think you were acting positively childishly and under normal circumstances I'd give you a sound spanking for it.' I felt a trickle between my legs, these weren't normal circumstances we had all rooms occupied and a teenager sleeping on the sofa downstairs, there was no chance of a noisy spanking but still just being threatened was enough to get me going. Then my husband spanked my bottom lightly,

no sound made at all under the duvet, and said 'Don't think I'm going to let you off because of the circumstances, I'm going to turn you over and spank your pussy instead, and you're not going to make a sound,' and with that he turned me over.

Have you ever had that done? I hadn't, honestly. He used his fingers, I can't say how hard because I was struggling with a massive wave of emotion building so fast I didn't know how to handle it. When he put his other hand down and pulled my legs further apart I knew I was going to come and I bit the duvet to keep from making a noise. P carried on spanking me with wet fingers right through it. I can't put into words or expressions how that felt, I will revert to it, I will discuss it with my husband, I will make an appointment with a shrink, I will make bloody sure it happens again.

Ronnie

2012 Happy New Year

2012-01-01T10:30:00.000Z

Wishing you and your family a wonderful 2012 with Health, Happiness, Prosperity and (where appropriate) lots of Spankings.

Thank you for your friendship, support, emails, comments and for just dropping in to read, you've helped make 2011 a wonderful year for me.

Ronnie
xx

Spank and Soothe

2011-12-30T16:25:00.000Z

Without any real spankings over the festive holidays because of family with us I'm hoping P wont leave it too long before he tests out the new toys.......

Like the 32" Senior Flexi Bamboo cane

or perhaps the carpet beater I bought

Picture from Spankingblog

or better still both but I can't be too greedy now can I.

One thing I do know - I'll definitely need some soothing after.

Have a wonderful weekend.

See you in 2012.

Ronnie
xx

What to wear

2011-12-28T06:00:00.000Z

Nigel did say wear something suitable for a sound tanning but really, Jane thought she'd being doing that all day by the pool instead of the project he'd given her.

Then the penny dropped......

......she wondered where she'd put her double thick knickers.

Family gone and back to work so catch with you soon.

Ronnie

Gratefully Received

2011-12-27T20:45:00.000Z

How's the holiday's going? Hope you've all had a wonderful Christmas.

We've still got Family with us until later today. It's great to have kids around and it's nice to have a buzz around the house but I won't be too sad when they head off south. That's not me being nasty, honestly, I love Christmas I really do but once a year is enough.

I had some wonderful presents and even had a Christmas spanking. As the weather was mild and dry I persuaded our guests that a nice bracing walk on the chase would help work off some turkey and Christmas pudding, their kids had a remote control aeroplane to test too, so off they went while I cleaned up, P stayed to help me and took advantage of me bending over a kitchen work top to give me a few spanks with one of our wooden spoons.

It didn't last long and it didn't hurt, it wasn't meant to, but it made me want more and I taunted my husband to see if he could do a better job. He told me to hurry and if I got cleared up quickly enough he'd do a much better job and put me over his knee for my cheek. That got me working at lighting speed.

Unfortunately our guests returned sooner than we thought, the weather was good but there had been rain leading up to Christmas and the ground was really muddy, they didn't have appropriate footwear so they came back. Ah well, so I was left horny and needing to go over P's knee which wasn't going to happen. Instead I cheerfully resumed perfect hostess mode, I did make a point though of dropping little saucy comments to my husband through the rest of the day, keeping a private undercurrent going, I also unreasonably challenged P's answers when we played games later.

I hope he remembers:)

Ronnie

Merry Crimbo

2011-12-25T06:00:00.000Z

Merry Christmas!

Love

Ronnie

Santa's getting closer

2011-12-24T11:30:00.000Z

Are you all ready for Christmas? A quick post as I know it's such a busy time for you all. We are officially closed until the 28th. P's in the office clearing up a couple of things. I wont be around for a few days as we have family with us unless I can grab a quiet moment but doubtful with kids about.

I want to take a minute to thank each and every one who has ever stopped by and may I wish you and your family a Very Merry Happy Fun Filled Christmas. Have a wonderful time.

Ronnie

Father Christmas Came Early to our House

2011-12-23T08:45:00.000Z

P gave me his for "our eyes only" present, a senior bamboo cane, it's 32" long and made from Kooboo Loontie Rattan which is apparently the finest and, according to the manufacturer's blurb, gives great flexibility, superior sting and lasting depth.

Goodness I never knew it was so technical, it sounds like some of the wine reviews we get:), all I ever really know is the effect a cane has on my backside and I'm sure I'll be getting to know this one soon enough.

P said the manufacturer is in Coventry (less than an hour from us) and he has sound proofed testing cubicles where clients can go and 'try before they buy'. I'm sure P was joking about that, god I surely hope so, Gulp.

Anyway here it is:-

Note the suppleness and the clear and lasting line when applied correctly.

Hopefully they'll be some R & R to follow, as it won't be a punishment, not as far I can tell at the moment anyway. Might not be this way around though.

Ronnie
xx

Please let me know if any of the pictures are yours.

Bits, Bobs and Pictures

2011-12-22T17:00:00.000Z

Louise so wanted to get the prestigious job at Lord Carey's

estate she booked private deportment lessons at a Ladies Finishing School.

When the Principal heard she was applying to Lord Carey's he introduced the cane to her training sessions.

Lord Carey demanded only the best and a little bottom warming always helped a girl to try that little bit harder.

Split Personality

Macca was brilliant on Monday. Started the show with Magical Mystery Tour. I'll tell you all about it when things slow down.

Christmas day nearly here. I didn't manage to get the 2 presents I needed when we were in Manchester so I'll be out later today. Have family arriving Friday night and Saturday and will be here until 27th. So busy busy busy.

Ronnie

xx
Please let me know if any of the pictures are yours so I can credit.

Domestic

2011-12-21T17:00:00.000Z

I walked out of our office on Friday and got handed this leaflet by a rather fierce looking woman.

It was thrust rather than handed and she looked at me as if to say and if this applies to you, do something about it, don't just accept it. I thought to myself, if it did apply to me I'd just tell her, I bet she'd do something about it for me.

I thanked her and carried on to the car. I know domestic violence is a terrible thing and happens to both men and women but I had to smile to myself as I thought about the days when I've walked out of our office with a really sore bottom after having been spanked and thinking the whole world knew it, as if it was printed across my forehead 'Just been Spanked' - you know the feeling. If it had been one of those days I would have died when the fierce woman handed me the leaflet:)

Ronnie

Oops, l most forgot to mention........I bought the carpet beater.

Catch up with you all soon x

Christmas Cards

2011-12-19T07:30:00.000Z

How was your weekend?

Halls are decked, tress up. My/our cards are posted and delivered to neighbours. All that's left are presents to wrap and turkey to be fetched.

I have 2 more gifts I need to get but hope to do that when were in Manchester later today before we go and see Macca or before we leave tomorrow.

Here's a few of our Christmas cards.

P gave me this one

Do you think the couple who sent this to us could be spankos themselves?

I spotted this one when I was card shopping and had to buy it.

Not talking laptop with us but will have my smart phone but doubt I'll get chance to read or comment.

Ronnie

Macca could get me spanked again

2011-12-16T06:00:00.002Z

Remember me mentioning that Macca was performing in Manchester near Christmas and because of him I got spanked. Yes of course you do, I know you remember all my silly foibles especially at this time of year when you've got a hundred and one other things on your mind.

Well anyway I think he might get me spanked again, but I don't mind, in fact I'll look forward to it. But I deserve a pat on the back too because I've got us some tickets (yea!!!) after my husband's inherent meanness initially cast doubt over getting any.

In brief, after not getting the original tickets on an amex offer, P (guiltily) said they'd be easy to pick up cheap on the Internet and said he would pay for them whatever the cost (within reason). Well he was wrong, it was not easy at all but on the weekend I found some good seats, entered the bidding and won.. and at a very good price!

So we'll be going on the 19th, we'll stay over in Manchester so that P can have a beer or two, do some shopping and, as it's an overnighter, hopefully I'll get a good sexy hotel spanking. In fact I'm sure I will.

But here's the best bit - I'm thinking of charging P the original ticket price (haven't really decided yet) being as it was his meanness that caused me all that trouble, and I'll keep the difference, entrepreneurial eh? I shall smile sweetly when he asks me what they cost, and tell him an arm and a leg, and then tell him just the original price will do. Tactful me, not really lying.

So it's McCartney, shopping, overnighter, spanking, not necessarily in that order. Can't wait.

I'll let you know all about the concert but probably wont be until after Christmas.

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

Orgasms - results are in

2011-12-15T17:00:00.001Z

Thanks to all who voted on my fun little poll.

What can we learn.....

More than half of us will orgasm with or without a partner, nearly half get orgasms easily and almost the same percentage have orgasmed during a spanking!

So.....keep looking after us, partners, because we can do it with or without you! And keep spanking us because a lot of us (I include myself) can reach orgasm during it, although I have to say I cannot if it's over a serious matter.

As for the small number who get orgasms just 'sometimes' I can only recommend getting spanked more often, with a considerate partner.

Ronnie

Heated Seats

2011-12-14T17:00:00.000Z

We had to drop our son off the other day at a friend's, his car's in for service and the garage didn't book a courtesy car to lend him for the day. They offered to re-schedule the service but he wanted to get it done.

But don't worry this isn't about garages, cars, customer service whatever all that's for the boys. Although it is about cars in a way, or at least a part of them namely those fiendish heated seats. Now I never use it but our son sometimes does, especially when the weather's cold, you see like most kids he insists on going everywhere without a coat even when it's sub zero, so when he rides in P's car it's seat heater on high.

I went too because we were stopping at P's mother's on the way back to deliver some presents. I sat in the back, which does not have heated seats, not that I needed one because fifteen minutes earlier I'd had my own seat heated rather effectively, which was actually the reason I chose to sit in the back to let my husband know I was not amused. On the short journey I was speaking with our son but not my husband. When we dropped our son off, P said I should get in the front, I said I was fine where I was thank you. He then instructed me to get in the front if I didn't want another dose of what I'd just had, so I got in the front and that's when I felt the heat transferring into my already quite-warm-enough-thank-you posterior.

My hand reached down for the control but P's got there first "Leave it on," he said, "it'll be soothing." It wasn't soothing at all, just hot all the way to his mom's.

Needless to say she was the reason I got spanked but that's another story.

Ronnie

The Massage

2011-12-12T17:00:00.000Z

I got just about everything wrong.

I'd read Steve Lockhart's book, watched an online demonstration, practised on my own muscles, the ones I could access, I really thought I was ready to give P a massage (a real massage) so I suggested it to him and he said sure and half an hour later we were upstairs in the bedroom. I wanted it to work, to be beneficial, leave him feeling on top of the world. I thought it might be erotic too but that honestly wasn't my motive.

Anyway the bed wasn't the best place to perform it, P has managed it fine when he's done me (that sounds bad) but I found it awkward because I had to clamber on board working partly from the side and partly astride him. I didn't have any oil, not the right stuff, so I used Johnsons baby oil which doesn't wipe off like the real stuff. I didn't warm my hands, I didn't even think about them being cold on warm skin. I didn't have a towel ready. I also wasn't getting deep enough apparently. And I let my hands wander now and then to places a masseuse (a genuine one) would not.

Eventually P got fed up and turned over, I noticed a bulge in the front of his underpants. He sat up on the bed and told me to strip. I was genuinely surprised but I did as instructed. He told me I had some way to go before I could perform a massage properly and he said I should have paid more attention to detail, he also told me I shouldn't try to combine a good massage with sex.

Then he dragged me across is knees and gave me a stern hand spanking, admonishing me for my shortcomings and telling me he appreciated the thought but I'd better try harder and get it right next time.

Then to my delight he rolled me off his lap and told me to pay attention while he gave me a quick demonstration of how it should be done. He used talc because he couldn't remember where the proper massage oil was, he said it would be smoother than baby oil and it was, his hands were deliciously warm from spanking me too and although he didn't do the full works top to toe, he soon had me mmming and coooing. He did my shoulders and back, skipped past my glutes (meanie) which were still basking in the glow of afterspank and then worked my thighs.

I couldn't help part them a little for his convenience. He noticed of course and his firm muscle kneading changed to light finger tracing, teasing my inner thighs and trailing up over my backside, which made me lift greedily upwards, then back again only this this time his hand found the wetness between my thighs and started an altogether different type of kneading. Christ I certainly didn't need any oil there, I was soaking and starting to writhe like a lizard, I told him I'd come if he kept doing that so he stopped. I thought, oh shit, don't leave me like this but it was OK, he just wanted to get up behind me, whereupon he lifted me onto me knees and plunged his turgid penis into me. God we must do this massage thing more often, my eyes nearly popped out of my head and within moments we were both coming, me with some choice expletives. We collapsed onto the bed in a heap, hot flesh, sweat, baby oil, talcum powder and sticky sex. It was really rather nice and I'm definitely going to...ahem...massage him again.

So I guess I didn't get it so wrong after all.

Ronnie

First picture from the PinkPapers.

Whip - Bite - Eat - or Tease Me.

2011-12-09T18:00:00.000Z

How about these stockings. Would you dare wear them out?

I'm tempted to buy a pair. I'll have to pop into Agent Provocateur today when I'm in Birmingham.

Enjoy the weekend.

Ronnie

The Great Online Cookie Exchange

2011-12-07T06:00:00.011Z

I missed last year's cookie exchange organised by JZ so made sure I didn't this year.

Shortbread is one of my favourite biscuits. Traditionally Scottish.

Royal Chocolate Dipped Shortbread Biscuits.

What you need -

2 Baking trays

Baking paper

Biscuit cutters (whatever shape you want) I use hearts but starts are good for this time of the year.

2 bowls

1 heatproof bowl

Electric mixer (or hand held)

Saucepan

Rolling pin

Wooden Spoon (yes there are other uses for the wooden spoon)

Ingredients:

260grams plain flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

226 grams unsalted butter (room temperature and cut up)

60 grams icing sugar + extra for sprinkling

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

For the chocolate -

180 grams semi sweet chocolate, finely chopped.

Now let's get started -

First you need an apron

In one of the bowls mix the flour and salt and set aside

In the other bowl beat the butter until smooth and creamy

Add the sugar and beat again until smooth

Next add the vanilla and beat again

Gently stir in the flour and salt mixture (stir well)

Flatten the dough and chill for around 1 hour

No eggs to beat in this recipe

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F

Line both trays with baking paper

On a lightly floured surface but be careful you don't get flour all over you.

Roll our the dough into about 6cm thick circles

Lightly flour your cookie cutters and cut out (this recipe makes around 20 biscuits depending on the shape you use.)

Put them on the prepared baking trays and sprinkle all over with a little icing sugar

Place in fridge for about 15 minutes (this helps the biscuits keep their shape while cooking)

Bake on middle shelf for around 8-10 minutes or until they are lightly browned.

Cool on a wire rack.

For Chocolate:

Put approximately 90 grams of the finely chopped chocolate in the heatproof bowl and place over saucepan of simmering water

When chocolate has melted add the remaining chocolate and stir with a wooden spoon until it has completely melted and is lovely, smooth and glossy.

Taking one biscuits at a time, dip end of heart into the melted chocolate and place on the baking (you can dip bottom or each side of heart whatever you want. If using star shape, dip each end of the point)

Place in the fridge for about 10 minutes, or until the chocolate has hardened.

These will keep in an airtight container for about a week but they can also be frozen. Hope you enjoy them.

How about some Candy Canes - anyone got a recipe?

There are lots of wonderful recipes for you to try so go check them out.

My mouth is watering already.

Aisha
Alice
Ally
Another Suburban Mom
Ashly Star
Beau
Beth
Conina
Elysia
greengirl
Hedone
Jack & Jill
His wyld rose
Infidelity Chronicles
Jz
Kirsti
Krissy
lil
Linda Long
Little Monkey
Lola!
Mijena
mouse
Naughty Kitty
nilla
ponderouspet
Rose
Ryan
Sara
selkie (her recipe here, her blog here)

Sephani Page
Serenity
shadesofblue
striving for peace
sin
Tempting Sweets
The Missus
undercovermetamorphosis
Viemoira

Thanks JZ.

Out of office for most of the day and then out to dinner this evening but will catch up when I can.

Ronnie

24 Reasons for Not being Greedy

2011-12-05T17:00:00.000Z

I did get spanked but not because it was my 3rd blogiversary.

Saturday I got my comeuppance, my dues, I paid the piper. You might remember that I foolishly agreed to accept twenty four strokes of the cane in exchange for a certain exotic and, I have to say, blissfully satisfying act performed by my husband. The negotiation, on my part, was driven by overwhelming lust and on my husband's by a wicked sense of what he considers fun. I thought he might renegotiate the deal, or even forget it, but it wasn't to be.

We were going out to dine, just the two of us, Italian, the little place we used to frequent but then eased off a bit when they wouldn't give us a downstairs table one evening (they couldn't actually, they were full and we hadn't booked) and P took the hump and decided to teach them a lesson by eating there less frequently. God, men's logic. Anyway I was looking forward to it and had just gone up to the bedroom to get ready when I heard P on the stairs. He doesn't normally get ready till about 5 minutes before the car leaves the drive so my senses were alerted, then the bedroom door opened and in he walked cane in hand.

I put my hand to my mouth and drew a sharp breath, my eyes widened, 'I haven't done anything!' It's always my first reaction, and then 'I've got to get ready....', but my husband just reminded me of the debt I owed, twenty four strokes he reminded me, as he tap-tapped the cane against his left palm. I said there wasn't time but he assured me there was and ordered me to take my trousers off, turn around and bend over with my elbows on the bed. I felt him lift my shirt tail and then his thumb hooked into the elastic of my knickers and they were down to mid thigh in a trice. At that point I whimpered, I think I always do that, too, and then I tried one last time to plead my way out of it, not because I'm dishonourable but because it was the wrong time in my opinion.

The second and third followed swiftly, hardly giving me time to catch my breath and by the fifth I couldn't help it I shot upright with hands clasped to bottom, stomping my right leg and making a woooooing noise through clenched teeth. P gave a me a moment and then told be to resume my position, his face was impassive, I turned back towards the bed but remained standing, then felt his left hand against my tummy and his right between my shoulders easing me back into position. He cautioned me not to get up again or he'd restrain me, his voice was firm, he told me a deal was a deal and to remember this next time my lust overshadowed my commonsense. Then he resumed my caning, the next six or seven I think were still very hard but then I detected a change and his left hand rested in the small of my back for the last dozen, to help me through.

"Now finish off getting ready, put something nice on, your face looks really cute you know after you've been spanked," he just said casually and then he was off downstairs to catch the news.

Half an hour later we were on our way into town, my backside burning in the leather seat, P put his hand on my knee and told me I looked years younger after I'd been spanked too. God I'm sure he'd have seen me blush madly if it hadn't been dark in the car. I felt like a teenager, we had a lovely meal and on the way home I think we both fancied early to bed. Unfortunately our son's car and a friend's were on the drive but that's life.

I'd paid my dues anyway, and you know next time he makes the offer, if there is a next time, I'll do exactly the same again.

Ronnie

Sorry not sure where I go the picture from

Back to the Riding School

2011-12-03T17:00:00.000Z

I was surprised when my editor called me into his office. He'd received a letter inviting me back to Pieter van Eyck's riding school to attend a dressage riding practice and asked if I would like to interview his star pupil who had recently been chosen to represent her country. Obviously I made a good impression, he said.

So there I was once more sitting in his comfortable office. My appointment was for 11.00. I was gazing at the photos on the wall again, some new ones since last time. The girls all seemed
so proud and posed with obvious pleasure for the camera, I jumped as Pieter van Eyck touched me on the shoulder and said Ms. Robbins lovely to see you again, thank you for coming and went on to say "I was slightly disappointed that you didn't take me up on my offer of a riding lesson, perhaps after the interview".

I know I must have gone quite red, he smiled but before I could answer, there was a knock on the door and a beautiful blonde haired girl arrived, she must have been around 22, 'Ah Joanne, come in and meet Ms Robbins, Ms Robbins this is Joanne our star pupil, it is a great honour for our school that she has been chosen to represent her country. Joanne, take Ms Robbins to the practice ring and I'll join you in a few minutes.'' She was strikingly attractive and looked very familiar to me but I couldn't think from where, then it dawned on me, she was the girl in two of the wall photos, one on the horse and one with her hands chained behind her back.

The dressage practice was excellent, so elegant the girls looked in the outfits astride their horses, from my meagre knowledge I could see why Joanne had been chosen, she was magnificent.

After the practice we sat down in Mr. Van Eyck's office for the interview.

Joanne you must be very proud to be chosen to present your country.
Oh yes, I can't tell you how much, it's a great honour. I've worked very hard for this. My parents are over the moon. They will of course be there to watch.

You were very good out there, very precise, elegant. I suppose it takes a lot of practice to get it so precise and make it look so easy.
Thank you, that's very kind of you to say so. It is hard work, Sir is very strict about practice, he won't have any of us slacking. We practice for 6 hours a day,5 days a week. Not always with the horses, we do indoor work as well. We are each in charge of our own horses,mucking out their stables, exercising and grooming them.

I notice you say Sir, not Mr. Van Eyck?
Sir is what we girls are required to call him.

Have you been riding for long?

Yes, I've been riding since the age of four, my parents said I took to it straight away. They are are both excellent riders. Sir says I'm a natural in the saddle.

I've heard that there’s a huge waiting list to join the school.
The name of the school is extremely well respected, we have girls from Europe, even as far away as the USA and Canada waiting to join us.

What do you put it down to?

Sir of course, if it wasn't for him, the school wouldn't have the name it has. His standards are second to none, excellent and he expects nothing less from us . He won't have it any other way. We all have pride in what we do. Discipline, Discipline, that's his motto.

Last time I visited I asked Mr. Van Eyck about certain rumours I'd heard to do with you girls here, about....

But before I could go on, Joanne answered

Ha Ha, we've heard all sorts of rumours but I can assure you Ms Robbins, there's nothing going on at this school except riding and lots of hard work and self discipline. Sir keeps very tight discipline.

Discipline, yes, I want to ask you about that. Mr.Van Eyck also said last time I visited that if a girl breaks the rules, he umm, has to discipline them, I took it that the girls accepted it, am I correct in my thinking?
Oh yes, we all know before we join the school what to expect, we are told the rules and if any are broken or any of us miss a practice or are caught wearing the wrong riding attire he disciplines us by spanking us and I can tell you that girl doesn't miss a practice lesson again. Sir is very respectful of us in spite of his strict attention to discipline, he will normally spank us with either the crop or cane and we are always fully clothed, nothing sexual..

How do you girls feel about that, surely it's wrong and some of the girls must be under eighteen, do their parents know their daughters get disciplined in this way?
We come here because it is the best riding school, it is for high achievers, it gets results and yes it has it's rules. If we do something wrong we're punished for it, simple as that, we see nothing wrong in that. Yes some of the girls are under eighteen, though most are in their mid twenties and a few into their thirties and forties though you wouldn't think it, and yes certainly their parents know, or at least the ones I've talked with, and they agree with the rules. Sir wouldn't take them into the school if they didn't agree. I even know that some parents have been present when their daughters have been disciplined.

I felt slightly awkward asking the next question but I couldn't help myself, I was intrigued.

The photo over there on the wall, the girl with her wrists chained is you, isn't it? What had you done?
She blushed slightly. Yes it's me. I had been punished for an offence and sir said a photo serves as a reminder and a warning against further infractions. You asked me what I'd done but I don't want to go into that, suffice it to say I'd breached the rules, unfortunately it was the second time in a relatively short period and Sir said I had to be caned which I was. The reason my wrists are tied was to make me keep my hands from straying........she seemed uneasy now......... because anything sexual attached to, or associated with, punishment isn't allowed.

I thought you said there was nothing going on, you know, sexually I mean.
There isn't, not in the Sunday papers sense of 'sexual goings on', really, it isn't allowed. But sometimes some of the girls get feelings, I think quite a few of them do, me included, and the punishments can make them worse. Which can lead to more punishment if they act improperly, which I did.

I was totally taken aback by her frankness, I felt I was at last starting to get to the bottom (no pun intended) of Pieter van Eyck's riding school but before I could ask anything else Mr van Eyck entered the room.

''I hope Joanne has answered your questions honestly, Ms. Robbins.''

''Oh yes, Joanne has been very open.''

''Good,'' Pieter van Eyck said, ''now perhaps we can persuade you to take a riding lesson with me.''

I made my excuses, strict editor keeping me on a leash (Oh god wish I hadn't said that), fumbled to get my coat, Mr van Eyck helped me on with it, I said I'd call and make an appointment soon (what am I saying), Joanne nodded and smiled approvingly. I left.

Driving out of the school along the tree-lined driveway I felt as if I was escaping something and losing something at the same time, I was almost light headed at the thought of returning for a lesson, I flushed and stretched to catch my face in the rear view mirror, I couldn't hide it from

myself, I was excited at the prospect.

I enjoyed writing these interview. I'm toying with the idea of her going back for a lesson and maybe some more fictional interviews.

Enjoy the weekend.

Ronnie

Happy Birthday to Me

2011-12-02T15:00:00.000Z

Tomorrow is Heart and Soul's 3rd birthday (yes I can't believe it either.)

I was wondering what to post today apart from my elation at getting to my 3rd birthday on here, with more friends than ever. I really thought it would be a couple of months max when Bonnie found me back in 2008, but no, here I am and loving it! Thanks Bonnie and a big thank you to each and everyone who stops by - without you I wouldn't still be here x

Now I don't want you to get the idea I'm obsessed with riding, being as my post on Wednesday had an equestrian flavour but I haven't been spanked in the last few days and nothing unusual or funny has really happened in my little part of the world so I'm re-posting an old favourite I did a while back, with an equestrian theme and *WARNING: There is corporal punishment* mentioned so those of you of a sensitive nature go no further.

I hope my new readers like it and my loyal readers enjoy the re-read.

Interview with the Riding Instructor...

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 chained 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 chained?

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.

Thanks for reading - I'll post the second part tomorrow.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

I don't ride but.....

2011-11-30T17:00:00.000Z

I got my regular email from Equestrian Clearance on Monday (No, I know I don't ride.)

I saw the link 'Masta' and hoped it was perhaps a mis-spelling, unfortunately it turned out to be a brand name for horse rugs.

However, still on an equestrian theme, Sue who works next door to our office and really does ride, was chatting in the corridor about an episode of a popular UK TV series 'Midsomer Murders' in which a murder happened amongst the riding shooting green wellies set.

She wasn't talking to me but I stopped to say good morning anyway and joined in at just the right moment because apparently there were some kinky goings-on amongst these folk which involved stable whippings. Goodness me, I returned to my office and googled.

I found it but the whole episode is not available on itv-player, I found a clip on u-tube though, the scene is the riding mistress about to address a bit of slackness from one of her gentlemen riders. It's not exactly my orientation but nevertheless good.

Here's the clip.

Ronnie

Kinky Wishes

2011-11-28T17:00:00.000Z

How was your weekend? Hope our friends across the pond had a wonderful Thanksgiving and survived Black Friday.

Do you have a Christmas kinky wish list?

I do. Here's a few from mine.

Glass Dildo. Still haven't got one and I'll probably end up buying it myself. P did order it a while back but they had none in stock so he cancelled it and then forgot to re-order.

A red or pink flogger but maybe with shorter strands

I'll let you in on a little secret.

This one I'll definitely get as I'm buying it myself and giving it to P for Christmas (I had a mini acquaintance with one at a friend's house and liked it enough to want to get to know it better)

A hot red bottom is really at the very top of my list - not too much to ask for, doesn't cost a penny, no need to wrap, simple. I'm sure P will happily oblige.

If you could choose one spanking implement as a gift for Christmas, what would it be?

Ronnie

Whips, Jodhpurs and the Weekly Shop

2011-11-25T06:00:00.003Z

I like riding gear even though I don't really ride. I know I've told you before about my embarrassing, half hearted and finally aborted attempt to buy a nice leather crop from our nearby pet and equestrian accessories store.

Well I don't have to get embarrassed any more because our local Tesco supermarket has started stocking them alongside footballs and other sporty stuff.

Now I'm a bit dubious about Tesco quality on certain items and these aren't the sort of things I could take back if they weren't up to standard, I mean what could I say? But at least I can feel, touch, handle, get a feel for them without some 'helpful' assistant coming up and bothering me.

In fact I don't even need to blush as the checkout girl scans my jodhpurs and whip with a sly smile - I can go through the auto self checkout, no problem.

I'd even get Tesco points on them, might just be tempted.

Thanks to Daisy for spotting them and letting us know.

Enjoy your weekend.

Love,

Ronnie

Turkey Day

2011-11-24T16:30:00.000Z

To you and yours from friends across the pond.

Have a safe and happy one.

Ronnie

I Sold My Bottom

2011-11-23T17:00:00.000Z

We all know what it means to 'sell your soul to the devil' to get something you really want and you're prepared to go out of bounds to do it.

Well on the weekend I sold my bottom in much the same way, without giving a hoot for the consequences. It was foolish and greedy and motivated by raw and urgent carnal desire, which my evil husband took advantage of. I know you're shocked, I think you probably don't regard me as greedy, foolish sometimes as all girls can be, but no greedy. Well greedy I was and I suppose in a way I deserve what I have coming.

You see it was Sunday and I was being eaten out (correct that's eaten out not eating out) as happens at our house sometimes, circumstances permitting. It was getting very squirmy when P stopped and said "I haven't spanked you yet, have I?" It was true, he hadn't, but this wasn't the time to. I said no, but please don't stop and he lowered his head again. Then after a few moans from me he started teasing, tracing his tongue over the tops of my tights, very bloody nice P but not at this stage, I was right on the edge. He knew it too and he said "sorry, did you want my tongue back where it was when you were gasping?"

"Yes P, please." I said.

"What about the spanking, shall I give it you another time? Say, six strokes with the cane?"

"Yes six strokes, yes!" I said and his tongue returned to my eager clit, only to withdraw it again.

"Please P, stop teasing, you said six strokes....."

"Ah, I didn't say what six strokes would get you, did I? My service don't come cheap. Did you want more?" Of course I wanted bloody more, I wanted the full works.

"How many strokes of my lovely cane would you take if I were to fuck you, hard, with my tongue, right now?" Oh christ I think I was nearly coming at the thought of it.

"I'll take twelve," I said and my husband's tongue went back to work but retreated just as I felt the wave start, "No I'll take twenty-four!!! Please don't stop!!!"

He did the decent thing, I'm sure he was chuckling at my dilemma, I think he was about to say something too but he didn't get chance because my thighs wrapped round his ears and my hands pushed his head down with all my strength as hot waves of liquid fire convulsed through me. I had to pull a cushion over my mouth to scream into. After it was over P laid his head on my belly, he told me his face was soaking, and that I was a very naughty girl. Well, P, you do play your part in making me that way.

He didn't mention my caning, I doubt he'll forget it though, I mean a deals a deal, needless to say I'll let you know if and when. But twenty four! Ouch.

Picture from Miss Pink

Ronnie

Orgasms

2011-11-21T20:30:00.000Z

Hi everyone and I hope you had a lovely weekend. My little post about orgasms and Coco de Mer spanking seminars last week raised some issues, I know they've all been covered before but still, being a subject close to my heart and to most of us, I imagine, I thought I'd follow up.

I had a particualr comment from 1ManView (it and my reply are below) about orgasms and whether women fake them, tell the truth about them and more specifically, if a lot of women don't get them (I've seen reports to that effect,) how come so many who run blogs claim to have such earth shattering experiences.

Fair question, I thought. Florida Dom kind of raised it too, how nice to have men showing such an interest.

So please help me out girls -

Do you really all get orgasm, explosive ones?
Or do you fake them because men expect you to have them?
Any out there who don't achieve (you can reply anonymously)
Any who need certain circumstances to trigger them?

Maybe I should do a poll, in fact I've done one, look over to the right,
don't cheat!

Below is my reply and the original question.

Ronnie
xx

Ooh... how can I say what I really think about this, I have to stand solid
with my sisters, right?
Not exactly because I'm not really the average girl to run this by (I
mean my little penchant for having my bottom smacked puts me in a minority.
I think), so my thoughts might be way out of kilter but possibly........

1. Spanko girls are more adventurous than average, also those of us who blog
are possibly a bit extrovert, maybe those attributes help towards more
orgasm achievement.
2. All girls could be lying, they achieve orgasm much more than stated, they
just want to keep men working harder.
3. Gilrs have different levels of orgasm...well this one does....and maybe
some get low level orgasms and never experience the really big one, so they
think 'whats all the fuss about'. But when a girl *knows* what's out there
she wants it all the time.

It's a good question 1manview. Out of interest, I never achieved real orgasm
myself until I was in my late twenties, I've tried to make amends since of
course.

Ronnie

1manview said.....
I understand the statement about too much attention to the orgasm. Most sex articles lean towards having an great orgasm at the end of an sex act. I do have a question that's not exactly on this topic... A lot of articles say that only half of the women can achieve an orgasm. Then why does every blog I read (sexual) the women say they have an orgasm. Or the men say, they gave her an orgasm. And yes, I'm in the mix with my poetry... I have dated on person who came right out and said she couldn't achieve orgasm from the start. She was one of the most sexiest and aggressive persons I ever dated. From her moans and groans and body shudders, you couldn't tell she didn't have orgasm. My point is were are these women? Are they hiding among us in silence? If so, why? I would like to hear from those who can not achieve an orgasm, and hear about their sexual world. Maybe you can put that question
out there and see if there is any response. And if you have some insight on it, please enlighten my curiosity... I knew the lady I dated since we were kids, and she acted like she dropped a bomb on me when she told me she could not achieve orgasm. I was taken back when I saw that worried look of rejection on her face. Is that one of the reason they are silent? This question has been eating at me a long time, and I have tried to find some first hand information on it... OK, it bugs me, so if you can, help me out here Ronnie, i would appreciate it...

Thanks
1manview

Versatile Bloggers Award

2011-11-20T17:00:00.000Z

I have a VBA. I didn't know what it was but I do now and I have one, well two:)

The awards were given to me by our friends HS from Hidden Slave and Vixen, from Picking my Own Brain, Composing Us three wonderful bloggers.

As Vixen puts it - "It is one of those 'round robin' self perpetuating things designed to allow bloggers to share their reading habits with others. The Blogosphere is a big place - bordering on enormous! and lovely snippets, wonderful posts, brilliant blogs can end up lost in the ether, wandering unnoticed in space until someone says "hey, have you seen this?" So, as I understand it, that is what the VBA is all about - sharing. It is good to share." and she's right.

There are rules to this -

1. You need to link back to the person that gave you the award
2. You need to share 7 things about yourself
3. Pass along this award to 15 blogs you enjoy reading!

Vixen, HS, Composing Us thank you. It was quite a surprise but a lovely one when there are far more deserving bloggers.

Seven things about myself, do you really want to know more, is that a yes I hear? OK here goes..

The cane is now my favourite implement
My favourite food is Italian
I jog or walk 5 miles a day
I'm terrified of mice, really I am. I have to look away when I see one on TV, now how silly is that!
I've incorporated hula hooping into my exercise routine. I'd forgotten how much fun it was
My favourite wine, is a full bodied Rioja, red and rich
I've started going to yoga classes.

Now for the third rule - the awards - and there lies the problem and you all know I'm not one for too many rules so I'm afraid I can't pass the award onto only 15 because there are too many wonderful bloggers out there all worth reading so I can't just choose 15, now can I?

So please go and take a look at my blog list and pick any of the blogs. You wont be disappointed.

Ronnie

Maids in Trouble

2011-11-18T17:10:00.000Z

Friday finally. It seems like it's been a long week, don't you agree?

Haven't had the time to write so hope you enjoyed these black and white drawings of poor maids getting spanked.

Shopping and lunch with friends today so catch up with you all over the weekend.

Have a fun one.

Ronnie

Let me know if any of the pics are yours so I can credit.

Dump the Orgasm

2011-11-16T17:00:00.001Z

Hot off the press - well it was the Sunday Times last weekend actually.

Their reporter, Clover Stroud, attended a sex talk organised by Coco de Mer's founder Sam Roddick. The talk was about the 'Painful Pleasures of Sensual Sex Scenes and Spanking'.

OK so it got my attention. Some of you will know about Coco de Mer, it's a super expensive but lovely quality London sex shop, I've been there (in fact I've got one of their wooden rulers) and wrote about it HERE.

Now they're giving seminars at £69 a time (69 - catchy number eh) and apparently they're selling well.

Ms Rodddick says she'd like to 'dump the orgasm as the primary goal in sex and, instead, encourage people to teach themselves about feeling and conduct'. The article doesn't say in what way exactly people should do that, I can only assume the reporter may have mis-heard Sam's advice and perhaps she meant 'mis-conduct', which would certainly be relevant to spanking and 'feeling' could be...well...there is quite a lot of it during a spanking.

At the end of the article the reporter points out that Ms Roddick applauds the girl sitting on the chair next to her, her name was Anna, for conscientiously taking note throughout the spanking talk. Presumably Sam will be well equipped to begin receiving or giving at the earliest opportunity. Ms Roddick concludes with 'We educate ourselves about cooking, gardening, architecture and literature, so why not sex?', to which the reporter comments 'Sounds like my kind of homework'.

I told P about it, I said perhaps I ought to attend one of the talks. He laughed and said I should be giving the talk, I get enough practice.

Also seminars on how to become 'The Mistress in the Bedroom.'

Ronnie

Slippery Oil That's How

2011-11-14T06:00:00.002Z

So how do girls get into those ridiculous shiny cat suit type things?

My husband asked me after seeing a trailer for a re-run (for the umpteenth time) of Batman, the one where Michelle Pfeiffer plays Catwoman. He said they always look so very....er...well...disciplinable in them (I don't think that's a word but it's what he chose to say.)

Hmm, if my husband considers wearers of such attire to be disciplinable, I should research more I thought.

So I did and you can get the suits ten-a-penny from any self respecting sex toys supplier, but that didn't answer the question of how you get into the things, I mean they're like a second skin.

Then I found out, they supply aerosols of slippery shiny oily stuff for you to spray on first, then you can just slide in and out and in and out and in and out at will. Easy peasy.

Ronnie
xx

Thank You

2011-11-12T15:29:00.000Z

Thank you to everyone who stopped by here for our 6th Love Our Lurkers Day and a special thank you to Bonnie for organising it.

Please forgive me if I didn't stop by your blog there just wasn't enough hours in the day:)

Love,

Ronnie

11.11.11 - Lest We Forget

2011-11-11T06:00:00.000Z

I wear mine with pride.

Sent to me by a friend.

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

That she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall,

For everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called

A student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

A man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy?'

She heard a boy call out.

'She probably doesn't have one,'

Another child dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

She heard a daddy say,

'Looks like another deadbeat dad,

Too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,

As she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on,

And with hands behind her back,

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,

Because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

He taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses once,

And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

And ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

Cause my daddy's always with me

Even though were apart

I know because he told me.

He'll forever be in my heart

With that, her little hand reached up

And lay upon her chest

Feeling her own heartbeat

Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

Staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

But it's message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

But heaven's just too far.

You see he is a soldier

And died just this past year

When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught us all to fear

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away.'

And then she closed her eyes,

And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

She witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

Who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

They saw him at her side.

"I know your with me Daddy"

To the silence she called out

******

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

will remember them.

Lest we forget.

******

To all our brave men and women wherever your serving

I know it isn't enough

but THANK YOU from the bottom of our hearts.

We Will Never Forget.

Ronnie

Come On In - It's Love Our Lurkers Day

2011-11-10T22:30:00.000Z

Hello ladies and to all you gentlemen out there.

Today's a very special day for you our dear lurkers - The 6th annual Love our Lurkers (LOL) day created by our good friend Bonnie so grab a chair and a cuppa, that's it come closer stay a while if you can.

This is my 3rd LOL day that I've had the privilege of participating in. So many people pass through my blog from different parts of the world and I thank each and everyone one of you but I always love to hear from new friends. I know how hard it is to leave that first comment, I was there once myself, but now you're here why not do it, don't be bashful, no names needed no long story just a 'hello.' Today is your day.

Of course you're more than welcome to stop by here anytime and hang out without leaving a comment, that's no problem but it would make my day if you did just to let me know you're there.

And while you've got your fingers on the keyboard why not say hello the other bloggers, we're all friendly we don't bite.

Ronnie

Spanking Spoons

2011-11-09T16:45:00.000Z

We went out with friends on Saturday to a firework display and then onto a pub restaurant they like eating at, we hadn't been before and it was OK, well the atmosphere was better than the food actually, it was clearly too busy and the kitchen wasn't coping well, I think we might try it ourselves on a week night some time when it's less stressed.

Anyway the funny thing was the wooden spoons (these aren't the ones in the pub but they're almost identical) stacked behind the ordering section of the bar. After ordering, we were given a receipt and a spoon to take to our table, it was explained that the spoon should be stood upright in the holder on the table and was to let the waiting staff identify us.

Before we knew that, while we were standing in the queue at the bar.

I whispered to P that they must have a lot of mistakes and perhaps the spoons are for disciplining the staff.

The numbers could be the quantity of swats to be delivered, I ventured. "Can you see one for me?" I asked my husband.

He patted my bottom and said "No, they don't go to triple digits."

Ronnie

500 + 1

2011-11-07T06:00:00.000Z

Friday was my 500th post.

So a big thank you to all who read here and for your support.

Picture from Au fil des jours

And

Don't forget Thursday is......

Organised by Bonnie so come and join in the fun.

Ronnie

Ladies Behave Yourselves

2011-11-04T06:00:00.001Z

Usually when we post a photo/s or video we have a reason, a few words to introduce it, particularly when there isn't a story or article attached. But here I'm just lost for words, I found it when I was googling Miranda Forbes (I'll tell you another time) and followed a link to YouTube and hey presto!

And I just liked it, perhaps it was the music. I hope you did too.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Do you think I'm a Witch?

2011-11-02T06:00:00.000Z

"And this for you," said my husband when he came into the office late Monday afternoon.

He'd just come back from town where he'd seen someone off at the train station, then he'd called into Tesco and bought some fresh fish which he'd put in the communal kitchen fridge (and which isn't supposed to be used for anything other than tenants' milk, soft drinks etc) and then into our office with the tacky looking witches broomstick.

I asked him if he thought I was a witch

and he said not at all, he had another purpose in mind for the broom. "Oh really," I said doubtfully. It looked prickly but then when he swished it down across his hand to demonstrate its alternative use, loads of dried twigs fell off and scattered over the floor.

I went and got the hoover and tidied up, when I retuned the hoover I took the broom with me, P looked up, I said it was a nice thought but I didn't think it was suitable for the purpose he had in mind and the best place was the bin. Perhaps he should try for a better quality broom, I suggested it to him but I think the idea had faded, he was back into work mode.

I wish he had more inspirations like that, the thought was right but men are so impractical!

Ronnie

Wear it Pink

2011-11-01T07:00:00.000Z

Forgot to mention in yesterday's post that Friday was 'Wear it Pink' Day in support of Breast Cancer. You had to make at least a £2.00 donation to wear pink. All the offices in our building agreed to take part even some of the men said they would wear pink and those who didn't contributed anyway. I don't know how much was raised but it was a bit of fun.

When our receptionist distributed the daily post around the offices she said I wasn't wearing pink and had I forgotten. I hadn't actually but I wasn't going to tell her I was wearing pink in a place I couldn't possible show her.

Only joking, hadn't really got a pink bottom. I raised my arm with the cancer band I was wearing to show I hadn't forgotten. I don't do pink clothes because I look terrible in pink.

On a more serious note, I wished there was more emphasis on other forms of cancer as it seems a lot more money is raised for breast cancer than any of the others and, though it's obviously a worthy cause, the others are nonetheless deserving.

Enjoy your day.

Ronnie

Spanking in Paradise

2011-10-31T17:00:00.000Z

It's the name of a film, released in the UK at the end of August, and I would have known nothing about it had it not been for a double page interview and feature in the Style section of yesterday's Sunday Times.

From what I read, and later researched on Google, the film is amusing and well acted and tells the true story of a boy brought up by a single parent (his dad) who happened to be a brothel owner, amongst other businesses, in Scotland.

The director, Wayne Thallon, who was also the boy in real life, tells of the hours he spent in the brothel waiting for his dad, looked after and pampered by the girls, and he tells one particular story in the interview which amused me.

Apparently a local lawyer was attending the brothel one day and was in the S&M room, tied up and hooded whilst getting a sound paddling (I mean, who wouldn't want to paddle a lawyer) when the boy's father came into reception. He learned that the lawyer in S&M was someone who owed him money so he entered the S&M room, took the paddle from the dominatrix and continued the paddling, upping the tempo somewhat. The lawyer's cries of "No! Stop please!" soon turned to "Strawberries! Strawberries!..." It was only later that the boy learned that 'No Stop please' didn't mean stop at all, but "strawberries" was a special word and most definitely did.

I hope he got his money back from the lawyer:)

The film has a facebook page. I might even download a copy.

Happy Halloween.

Ronnie

Upstairs, Downstairs 1970

2011-10-28T11:00:00.002+01:00

On my travels around the web I spotted these scenes from Upstairs, Downstairs showing Lesley Anne Down taken across a gentleman's knee and playfully spanked with a newspaper.

I used to watch the series 'Upstairs, Downstairs, of course it's been superseded by 'Downton Abbey' which I think is a great production. However due to popular interest in our period dramas, Upstairs, Downstairs will return for another series in 2012. Not sure if our friends across the pond have seen or know about either so I've linked to both here and here.

I must make a note to watch the new series:)

Our friend Chross found the clip for the picutres and also another clip from the series. Go check them out HERE. Thanks Chross.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

Maria

2011-10-26T06:00:00.001+01:00

Click pictures to enlarge

You know I like to ring the changes occasionally so I thought it's about time I shared these lovely painting with you. I've added the few words.

I've found out where these lovely pictures came from. They belong to Otto. I've provided the link go take a look at the other pictures that go with these. Thanks Otto.

Ronnie

Massage

2011-10-24T06:00:00.003+01:00

How was your weekend?

Have I mentioned I'm into massage. I've never had a professional massage, can you believe that. I may have had better than a professional massage, I can't judge because I've never been to a masseuse to be able to compare, and now I'm reading a book about it.

The massage I had was given by my husband and it was deep tissue massage, something he learned about from an Australian therapist when he had a back problem some years ago. The therapy treats the muscles, because they control the structures which cause most bad backs, and the massage technique works them really hard to release them. I understand it's known as myotherapy and is practised in the US as well as Australia, but hardly at all in the UK.

P eventually found a practitioner here, a French woman (no I didn't like the sound of it) she was about a 2 hour drive away but that's how hard it is to find a therapist in the UK. Anyway she turned out to be very good, her treatment was great and several sessions really put P on the road to recovery. He also learned a lot from her about technique. Added to what he'd already gathered from the Australian by email, and a book written by the same guy, P had and has a lot of knowledge about massage and one day after I'd been running and had some nagging pains he offered me one. I couldn't believe how much it hurt but the hurt was good (not like a spanking, quite different,) it took about 40 minutes and when I got off the bed I felt as if I was floating. Really, it was that good.

Now I've asked for them since and P's done them, and I must admit some of them have resulted in sex and one became a spank - massage session which actually I regretted because although it got me off, it degraded the quality of the massage which I can't over state is out of this world and I recommend it to any of you, not with my husband though.

Back to where I started, the book I'm reading is the one the Aussie guy sent P, there's a DVD too and when I think I'm ready I'm going to offer P a massage. My only concern is I might not be strong enough because it really does take some physical effort to get right into all those tight spots you didn't even know existed. I remember meeting the French woman (I travelled with P a couple of times, I'm not stupid) and although she was slight she had a very strong handshake, she was actually quite nice too.

So I'm going to give the deep massage a go anyway and when I do I'll tell you about it.

Ronnie

Macca got me spanked

2011-10-21T17:15:00.000+01:00

I think I told you our neighbours were away for a couple of weeks, well I know I did actually. Then last Sunday afternoon our son left for London for a three day course so I was hoping to get spanked. In fact to put it bluntly I was hoping to get spanked really soundly and noisily, me making the noise of course.

It hadn't been looking too good leading up to Sunday, I'd had several possible plans in mind to casually construct the right circumstances for a 'real, natural' spanking but none of them were looking viable as of Sunday morning. Then I remembered Paul McCartney and a spanking seemed tantalisingly within reach, a proper one too if I played things correctly.

You see Macca is playing Manchester and Liverpool close to Christmas. I've never seen him except at Live Eight, where he was a tiny dot in the distance.

We were going to see him in Helsinki a while back because our friend Stefan could get tickets but something cropped up and we had to drop out, so when our son got an Amex offer last week for guaranteed tickets prior to them going on general public sale I mentioned it to P and said it would probably be last chance to see the great ex-Beatle perform. As usual P had other things on his mind, said he'd take a look but didn't and the deadline passed. P said we'd pick some up on Ebay easy enough, not to worry.

So I had a quick look on my smart phone which I've just about got used to, Ebay had got them alright, but at about three times the face value!!!! Now from experience I know things will settle down after a few weeks, it's just traders trying to make a fast profit but I wasn't going to tell P that. So later Sunday I reminded him about the concert and he said go ahead, see what's going, well I had to go through the motions of course and then I feigned horror followed by a mixture of disappointment and implied accusation, pointed at my husband of course. He said don't worry and he got Ebay on his laptop, obviously his wife (who sells on the Internet all the time) wasn't checking properly, it needed a man to find some tickets. Five minutes later said man was conspicuously quiet; there were tickets available but about £250 each for decent seats. I knew that already.

Now to cut this short, because I know you get bored with my over lengthy tales, even though you're too kind to say it, I got lippy and spanked.

Ronnie

Only joking, here's the rest.......

I asked him 'Well?'

'There's no way we're paying £250 each,' he said. 'Forget it.'

'But they're not £250, P,' I said, 'I remember even the centre front stage were only just over £100.' I wasn't being helpful.

'Well they're not available now, they've let them go to ticket touts, it's a rip off.'

'They wouldn't have been a rip off if you'd done something last week when we had the chance to..' I said, '..always the fucking same.' I know which words affect P and in what context, then I said no more, in fact there was silence for a good half hour, P stuck in his laptop and me in the kitchen with a cup of tea and a book. I didn't ask him if he wanted one. He came in and told me there was no point getting annoyed and there was no point being rude, there would probably be some genuine tickets later, people who had to cancel for various reasons and just wanted to cover their outlay. He might be right but then again he might not, I just said yeah well you sort it then and let me know when you've got them and I'll see if the date's convenient for me. I turned back into my book, dismissing him, I could feel my heart beating, you know the pause when you've crossed a line and you wait to see which way it's going to go. I didn't have to wait long, P took my arm and I knew which way it was going for sure and although I gasped as he lifted me off my stool, I also smiled inwardly, that sly smile that goes with the warm feeling and butterflies in your stomach at the same time.

P took our spaghetti measure from the utensils jar, which is fairly dense wood. I'd never been spanked with it before.

I'd thought I might get the cane for my behaviour but clearly my husband didn't want to waste time marching me upstairs, he wanted this dealt with immediately and took me into the lounge and to the far end where we have an oak dining table. He made me stand at the end of the table while he fetched a cushion, he said not to mistake his action for thoughtfulness, he wasn't thinking of my comfort, just to get my backside at the best height for the sound thrashing I deserved. He placed the cushion on the table and his arms wrapped round me from behind, undoing my belt and jeans quite roughly before pulling them to my knees, I know I whimpered and instinctively closed my knees together, like you do sometimes when you need to go to the ladies. P told me to bend over, his hand between my shoulders to make sure I didn't dither. I managed to get out a 'what have I done' and 'what's this for' but he didn't answer me, instead I felt him bear down to make sure I was as flat against the table as possible, then he took my knickers down except they didn't go all the way because they were trapped between my pelvis and the table at the front but anyway I could feel they were stretched far enough down at the back to expose my bottom. Then the spanking started.

Oooh my! Harder than I would have thought from such an innocuous looking tool but nothing I couldn't handle. My husband started to lecture me after about thirty spanks, about language and attitude and childish behaviour over something that wasn't really all that important. I felt him slowing down so I snarled 'well it was fucking important to me' which was true but it wasn't the best time to say it, or the best way to say it. P paused momentarily to move further into the table to the left of me and take a firm hold of my waist, then he started what must have been full arm swings against my bare bottom and this time I was whelping in no time and trying to wriggle out of his grip. The wriggling didn't do me any good, it just released my knickers which slid down to my knees and must have given P the idea of spanking my upper thighs, which is evil but which he did nevertheless. I screamed after the first spank and begged him not to and he told me to stop struggling then and he'd just make it five on each thigh. 'Just? Bloody just?' I thought but I didn't say it, instead I mumbled OK. He resumed spanking my thighs but I couldn't stop wriggling.

'You're still struggling,' said my husband. 'Do I have to fetch some cord and tie you and then make it twenty on each?'

'NO NO NO... please ... please, I'm not struggling.. please stop, I'm just wriggling...I can't help it... please don't tie me... I'll try to keep still...I will...' And I did my best to keep my wiggles down for the rest of the spanking, including the thighs, but I couldn't stop crying out because it bloody well stung. After he'd finished I was exhausted and slumped across the table breathing heavily and sniffling.

My husband gave me some time, I heard him go into the kitchen presumably to put the spaghetti thing away. When he came back he put his hand on my bottom. 'Warm,' he said, 'somebody must have been a naughty girl, I wonder if she's learned her lesson?'

'Mmm...yes...I'm sorry..' I sniffled.

My husband told me he'd let me off lightly, I'd been lucky not to get twice the spanking. Why, I asked, and he told me because apart from my rudeness and attitude, I hadn't offered him a cup of tea. Then he said he'd put the kettle on and would I like one. I said yes but actually there was something else I would have liked more but I didn't want to burst the bubble. It came later anyway and I believe I was just as noisy.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

Random fun spanking pictures

2011-10-19T06:00:00.001+01:00

No Internet access today so catch up with you all when I can. Enjoy the pictures.

Lady Gaga has been in the news recently. This footage is part of a clip released with Jean Paul Gaultier. Apparently shown last Wednesday in US.

Anyone see it?

Ronnie

Their Instinct to Protect

2011-10-17T06:00:00.002+01:00

What is it about women in seemingly helpless or dangerous or overstretched situations that appeals to men? Does it arouse their instinct to protect us, I wonder, or do they just feel sorry for us for being so foolish for getting into a predicament in the first place? The sort of situations I'm talking about aren't big deals, they're commonplace things around the home or workplace.

Take last weekend.

I was standing on a chair almost on tiptoe stretching forward to retrieve a small gift I'd hidden on top of the refrigerator (well it was easy to put it there and push it to the back with a wooden spoon.) Anyway my position must have looked precarious because in came P and told me right away to be careful the chair didn't slip, then he asked me what I was doing and to let him do it.

Well I couldn't let him do it because the small gift was for him, so I told him I was cleaning but the j-cloth had slipped down the back of the refrigerator, I needed to get another and I went to get off the chair.

'It's OK stay where you are I'll pass you one and then hold the chair steady for you," said my husband chivalrously. So I had to make a show of cleaning non existent dirt from the top of the fridge, stretching and reaching confidently right to the back, knowing my husband was there to keep me safe.

My backside must have been virtually in his face and when I bent to get down he swatted it a couple of times and told me not to go balancing on chairs again, not on my own anyway, it could be dangerous.

Duly rebuked I got off the chair with uncharacteristic care and gave my husband a little peck on the cheek. He just grunted, he was on his way out, but I did notice he had the telltale sign of arousal in the front of his shorts.

I made a mental note to clean high places more often and, after I heard the door shut, got back on the chair and retrieved my gift.

Ronnie

Greedy in Barcelona

2011-10-14T17:00:00.000+01:00

Have any of you been? I loved it and I think we're re-visiting in January, yippee!! But why not sooner I asked P, he just said January was when you need a little shot to the system, with Christmas out of the way, dire weather, spring seeming a long way off, a mid-winter boost to cheer you up.

I asked him what about a late autumn boost but he wasn't forthcoming, although I saw some sunny blue sky scenes on his laptop screen the other day so who knows, que sera and all that.

Barcelona isn't exactly a sun and sand destination in January anyway, although it's a lot warmer than the UK, it's about shopping and tapas and old winding cobbled streets and vibey trendsetter bars and boutiques sitting alongside centuries old Spanish traditions and both seeming right. The Gaudi architecture, Sagrada Familia, Picasso museum etc etc (and the football stadium if you're a fan) are all worthy attractions but we've done them so it'll be the old quarter, the little bars, the food, shopping in the tiny Spanish shops not the multi nationals in the commercial area, I'm looking forward to it. It better happen.

YES IT'S LONG AND YES SPANKING SOON !!! don't worry, I'm not being paid by the Spanish Tourist Board, there is spanking in this post. You see there are spanking opportunities in Barcelona because there are delights and temptations, it's easy to over indulge, easy to let your eyes wander, easy to show a bit of attitude (Spanish girls have attitude a-plenty), easy to get yourself in trouble. I know because I did it last time we were there and I got spanked for it, a proper old fashioned spanking with me half across my husband's knee and half across a hard bed, as hard as I imagine prison beds must be.

We found the hotel online after checking reviews, it was just off Las Ramblas which is a main and manic street full of bars, eateries, clubs, tourists and pickpockets going all 24 hours. The grand hotels on it are overpriced and noisy in spite of soundproofing, but we found this little gem just 3 minutes walk off the main drag, 20 bedrooms, refurbished, minimalist I think you might call it, bleached wood floors, slatted shutters and little balconies to each room, it was quirky but nice. And the beds were hard, as mentioned. The streets around it were full of little bars, cosy restaurants, cake shops and tapas bars and it was in one of the best tapas bars I've ever been to that I earned my spanking. It was full of Spanish people, no tourists, they had wonderful and colourful taps on offer, some cold some to be cooked to order, and aged Iberian hams hanging from rafters in the ceiling which the EU have tried to make illegal on hygiene grounds but Spanish restaurateurs just ignore,

I mean they've been doing it that way for centuries, why should Brussels ruin it. So to cut it short, we had a couple of beers a variety of little tapas and a bottle of Rioja, then I decided I'd like to try some ham. P was at the bar choosing some more tapas so I went to the other end where the hams were and asked for some ham and cheese, in my very best attempt at Spanish. The guy behind the counter, pleased that an English woman was interested in his display of hams and that she did her best to use his language, pointed to several hams explaining their virtues, to be honest he spoke too fast for me, then I heard 'viejo' which I understood and said 'Si, muy viejo' and then same with the cheese 'Manchego, por favor, viejo'. He looked pleased, I should have known they would be expensive when he put the first wafer thin ham slice on a scale and looked at me, I said 'Si, more, mas por favor' and so on. You can imagine what's coming.

The ham and cheese were fantastic, P shared it too and agreed, I suggested another bottle of Rioja everything was so nice but P said no, let's have a wander round so he asked for the bill. 5 plates of tapas, 2 beers, bottle of Rioja, water, bread about 25 euros........jamon viejo, manchego 48 euros. P just looked at it, then he asked me if I'd checked the cost when I ordered. I said no, just asked him for old. 'Well you certainly got old,' said my husband, 'in fact it must be the house special vintage reserved for Americans, Japanese and English women who know just about enough Spanish to show off but not enough to know what they're doing, judging from the price.

Ridiculous.' Oh dear I had an angry P on my hands. Well, no point dwelling on it, I told him to cheer up it had all been really enjoyable, pay up and I'd buy the beers next stop. Which I did and we got talking to a Aussie couple and I bought them a beer too, and P cheered up and I thought the extravagant ham was forgotten. I got very mildly tipsy by the end of the evening and on the walk back to our hotel P grumbled about the tapas bill again, saying if I didn't drink so much maybe I wouldn't get stiffed so easily. That annoyed because it wasn't true, then I stumbled on a protruding drain cover and P said 'there, you see, you can't even walk straight.' That wasn't true either, I had genuinely caught my heel on the cover and it further annoyed me and I told him, 'I'm not inebriated and I certainly wasn't inebriated when I ordered the fucking ham, I ordered it because I wanted it so there.'

P didn't say anything, we got back to the hotel quite late and went to bed. In the morning P was up and showering early, I heard him but didn't get up. He came out of the bathroom and I could hear the shower still running, then he switched some news channel on the TV, volume up, then he came over to the bed, pulled me out of it, sat down and hauled me across his lap. He didn't say anything, just pulled my knickers down and started spanking me and I guessed what it was for and I didn't want to struggle and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting me so I just lay there

but after a couple of minutes my backside was on fire and I started to wriggle and then kick my legs and elbow myself up off his lap. And my husband gripped me tighter and swung his right leg across my thighs to keep them still and increased the force of the spanking and after several more minutes I asked him to please stop and told him I was sorry about the ham. He paused and told me it wasn't about the ham, silly girls make mistakes, it was about my attitude and language on the way back to the hotel, then he spanked me some more for good measure and told me to go and shower, we were going out for breakfast in 10 minutes. God it takes me 10 minutes to adjust the shower controls let alone be ready to go out, and what was wrong with the hotel breakfast anyway I asked, but P just told me to get a move on.

About 20 minutes later we were sitting on high stools at the counter of a little coffee shop round the corner from the hotel, me shuffling a bit as my backside was still tender, with coffee and chocolate and churros, listening to the cacophony of business folk, office workers and shop girls all shouting for their morning fixes over the too loud Spanish radio station playing behind the bar. Somebody lit a cigarette next to me, I hate them, in fact I'm sure it's illegal even in Spain but nobody seemed bothered, P saw I was irritated and got off his stool so that I could take his place, which I did gratefully and with just a tiny grimace as I settled my bottom onto the warm seat he'd left me. He told me were breakfasting out because it was 14 euros in the hotel. Each! but the whole deal in this little bar would be less than 5 and he was trying to balance the books from last night. Ha! Then he put his hand on my knee and asked me if I'd learned my lesson and I smiled demurely and said I had, and P was happy as a lark and I didn't know whether it was from saving the euros or my contrition or just being in the little Spanish bar. He said we should take a walk down to the old quarter and do some shopping and actually all I wanted to do at that moment was go back to the hotel room and have urgent sex. I settled for the shopping though.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

Behind

2011-10-12T06:00:00.001+01:00

I'm quite behind with sharing a personal spanking with you and the reason is that there haven't been any of late. There's no particular reason for it, just seems things happen in clusters, if that's the right way to put it, and spankings haven't been there.

Over the last few weeks we've had little runs of family visits, son being at home more than usual, work crises (P's work not mine), little clusters of things which have either restricted time and place or dampened motivation, even with my connivance.

Our neighbours are away in Portugal for a couple of weeks and son's on a 3 days course soon, no family visits planned so I'm going to get myself spanked, I mean in a nice way, not by doing anything wrong. In fact I'd like to get myself a cluster of spankings over a few days to make up for the recent drought.

I've got a few ideas. I'll be able to do it I'm sure. And then I'll share.

Ronnie

Favourite Spanko Pic of all time

2011-10-11T10:00:00.002+01:00

Quite a hard task Miss Pink but believe it or not I haven't got an all time favourite spanking picture.

Here's a spanking one I do like.

This is my all time favourite "after the spanking" (as I call it) picture by Alexandre Dupouy.

Others playing -

Ronnie

Shit Creek Paddles

2011-10-10T17:00:00.000+01:00

Now those are what I call paddles and I reckon if you were attended to by one of them you would be up shit creek:)

My husband sent it to me, it was posted on one of the Aussie gold mining stock message boards he subscribes to, nothing to do with spanking at all but he could see how it might amuse me.

Ronnie

Bond - James Bond

2011-10-07T17:00:00.000+01:00

I've never seen the following picture before and certainly don't remember it happening in any of the Bond films and I've watched them all though not for many years.

So what Bond film would it be from? Any idea?

Sean Connery's my favourite Bond guy and if I'd had to choose on a celebrity spanking me he would have been my choice.

I once stood next to him in a hotel lift in Scotland (many moons ago) when I was on holiday with my friend, aunt and uncle. He spoke to my aunt and uncle briefly about the weather and when he got out of the lift he said goodbye to me and my friend and I didn't get his autograph.

Did you know that Sean Connery was a nude model before his acting career took off and was painted wearing nothing but a thong?

Bacall this one's for you.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

Looking in the mirror

2011-10-05T17:00:00.000+01:00

Believe it or not, in all the time we have been into TTWD I've never watched myself being spanked.

Saturday was the first time, P made me watch myself being spanked (or caned as was the case) and you know what, I quite liked it.

Have you ever been made to watch yourself being spanked?

If you have, do you like it?

Do you like to see your partner do what they have to do, does it embarrass you or thrill you or maybe you don't like it at all?

Just wondered.

Ronnie

Wagon Train

2011-10-03T16:50:00.000+01:00

I thought this old black and white clip was amusing, it was on La Fessee but it's not in French. Of course the sound of spanking and its resultant cries are universal language:)

Wagon train Vidéo fence sélectionnée dans Cinéma

Old Spanking Drawings

2011-09-30T17:00:00.000+01:00

Sharing with you a few of my black and white spanking drawings.

These three drawings are by a new artist to me - Hans Braun - mainly does Femdom. Do you like the way he draws? I especially like the first one.

Haven't had much time to write or read around the blogs this week so hopefully catch up with you all over the weekend.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

Photos found at Old Erotic Art.

Kinky Whips

2011-09-28T16:45:00.000+01:00

I wonder how long each measures and if one could actually be used?

Our friend Hermione shared some candy with kink.

Ronnie

Who buys the toys in your house?

2011-09-26T15:00:00.000+01:00

I was wondering,

because I get the impression that it's usually the spankee not the spanker, is it the same with most of you?

Certainly in our household that's the case. I asked my husband why he hardly ever bought toys and first he asked me to explain what I meant by toys (oh come on P, you know damn well) and then he said it was all down to time and not knowing where to get them from and what would be the right thing to buy (nonsense, he knows what works). Then he went back to the original question and said 'Anyway I don't regard them as toys. Do you?'

'Well of course, I mean, we do play, P,' I said reasonably.

'Hmm.. so you think it's play when I cane your backside for being a selfish or thoughtless girl?...I'll have to remedy that next time you're out of order.'

I didn't actually mean that at all and I know P was joking but I didn't respond, I think I may even have blushed.

But who does buy them in your house?

Ronnie

Silly question

2011-09-23T17:00:00.000+01:00

And only one answer.......

Of course they should.

Wouldn't you agree?

Hope you have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

Caned over my husband's desk

2011-09-21T17:00:00.000+01:00

Now I know this is going to seem suspicious, or convenient; a little post about a caning to tie nicely in with my last post about bringing back the cane in schools. So I can only tell you that it is not contrived and those who know me will already know that and those who don't should get to know me better and then they will know. God does that make sense? It sounds a bit rumsfeldish:)

It happened last Friday and the only reason I didn't tell you about it was because on Mondays I do try and include little snippets from the weekend press if I think any are relevant to our passion. It happened because we hadn't had any privacy at home, or elsewhere for that matter, for over a week, for reasons I won't go into, and I was exhibiting increasing signs of tetchiness.

These manifest themselves in lots of ways from distractedness and mild moods to frivolous comments, saucy quips and rude remarks or gestures,

which actually irritate my husband especially towards end of week when he's trying to tidy up for the weekend. He knows why it happens but he rarely comments.

On Friday Clare was working, she doesn't normally on Fridays, which meant I had to watch my p's and q's all day, but she left at 3pm to collect her toddler from playschool. I came back from the loo and made an obscene gesture as I walked past P's desk to my own, the gesture could have indicated I had an itch somewhere private or that I was simulating masturbation, silly and childish I know. Anyway we got to about 5.15pm and I was done for the day, I was ready to leave but P said no, he had another half hour or so to do. If we'd been in separate cars I'd have been off but we weren't, so instead I let out an exaggerated sigh, reopened my laptop and started idly surfing.

At nearly 6pm I was getting quite annoyed and I deliberately clicked on a spanking video with the volume up. P must have heard it but he didn't say anything, he got up from his desk and left the office presumably for the gents, then a minute or two later his silhouette passed our office window again heading in the opposite direction from the gents. A minute later he re-entered the office and locked the snib on the door.

"All gone home," he announced, "now come here."

I gulped

and did as instructed, isn't is funny how you kind of angle for something and then when getting it becomes suddenly and unexpectedly imminent you get butterflies in your stomach. I stood at the side of my husband's chair while he retrieved a crook handled cane from under the lip of his desk and removed the short strips of packaging tape which holds it there. He moved his laptop and paperwork aside to leave a large clearing, then his chair went back and a childish and rude girl was guided by her husband's free hand over the desk, his other hand holding the wicked implement that normally resides beneath. I made the usual 'what are you..?...I haven't done....hold on a minute...' kind of noises but they didn't get me anywhere. I had thin black trousers on, too thin I couldn't help thinking, but at least he hadn't moved to take them down.

"I know exactly what's affecting you and, whilst I might agree recent circumstance have been a bit trying, I don't see any need for abject rudeness, moods or crude gestures, they don't become you and I won't tolerate them. I'm going to cane your bottom like the naughty and ill mannered girl you are, after which you will apologise and we'll go home and you'll behave like a responsible adult so that we can enjoy a pleasant weekend." Oh fuck fuck fuck I so wish I had notice of when he's going to do this kind of thing, I'd get his voice on record and play it over any time I feel horny. I didn't get it on record and a split second later I didn't feel horny anyway because his cane landed across the taut seat of my too thin trousers and it bloody well hurt and I cried out and stomped my feet side to side, a futile demonstration and effort to dissipate the sting. It didn't work of course, all it did was cause my husband to take a firm hold of my waist to restrain me somewhat and then deliver a rapid flurry of razor sharp strokes which had me gasping at the severity and relieved when it seemed, by the loosening of his grip, to be over.

He didn't make me apologise, just told me to get up and pack my laptop away, no more nonsense, we'd be leaving in five minutes sharp.

We left the office in less than five minutes, I'd hardly had time to recover, as we came out of the main entrance I paused on the step, looking both ways to see if anyone was watching. Ridiculous isn't it but I always feel so self-conscious if I go out immediately after being spanked, I mean nobody could possibly know, but even so I know my cheeks were flushed brightly as I followed my husband across the car park. On the short ride home about mid way, I placed my hand over my husband's on the gear shift and told him in a quite voice that I was sorry for my behaviour.

"I know, I made certain of it," he said.

We did have a nice weekend and, on Saturday morning, for the first time in a while, we had the house to ourselves and P gave me the other thing I needed. And goodness me I was ready for it.

Ronnie

First picture from Miss Pink.

Bring back the cane

2011-09-19T17:00:00.000+01:00

So half of Britain's parents and one in five of students would be in favour of bringing back the cane, according to recent articles carried in the Express, Daily Mail, Telegraph and a light hearted snippet in the Sunday Times. I've linked the Express but the others are accessible online too, similar vein.

The cane was banned from state schools in 1987 and in private schools in 1998, so they were still officially whacking away in the posh schools only 13 years ago. I wonder how much unofficial whacking still goes on.

Thank goodness the government would find it nigh on impossible to poke its nose into private households let alone enforce a ban.

Ronnie

Calling all film spanking buffs.... again

2011-09-16T17:00:00.000+01:00

When you want to know a name of a film or an actor you ask the experts.

Is it John Wayne? No idea on the girl.

I'm sure I know this guy but can't put a name to the face

No idea who these three are.

Any of them worth a watch?

Hope you have a lovely weekend.

Ronnie

Jamie Oliver's

2011-09-14T06:00:00.000+01:00

Now this has nothing to do with spanking (though you never know I might see the chef spank his commis:)

A few of us girls are visiting Jamie Oliver's Birmingham restaurant this evening, a bit of shopping first. Of course.

Picture from MarQe's Study

A friend hits 50 on Saturday but she going away for the weekend with hubby so a few of us are taking her into Birmingham later this afternoon, the shops open late and we'll finish up at Jamie's Italian, which I've been waiting to try and P's been promising to take me to but it looks like girl power is getting me there first.

Looking forward to it haven't had a girls' day/night out for a while.

I'll let you know if the food's good..or bad.

Ronnie

Spanked Maid amusing

2011-09-12T17:00:00.000+01:00

Sloppiness is one thing but messing up the gentlemens' game of chess was too much....

Ronnie

The Day that Changed the World

2011-09-11T12:00:00.000+01:00

Ronnie