Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
The first time
2 hours ago
Monday, 18 March 2019
Advice for Brides
From BRIDES magazine, amongst all the other worthy information and ideas their website contains.
Hang on, did they say 'Kinky'? I thought it was standard practice. It should be:)
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
Friday, 15 March 2019
In with the New - Early St. Patrick Day Edition
New edition for your reading pleasure. Enjoy and please try and find time to stop by.
Side order of Submissive
A wife secretly explores the world of kink
Lilly Starr Twitter
Into everything spanking! 10 yrs in video biz.
Lilly Calloway Twitter
Notes from a spanko/princess/ageplayer.
Cheeky Spankos Twitter
Spanking parties and general extra-ness.
Rose Quarts Dreaming
Enid and Cadi a married kinky lesbian/bi couple who want to explore the role BDSM plays in their marriage, and how they can deepen the connection between them.
OTKLogan Twitter
Life long disciplinarian. No nonsense. No excuses. You earn it. You get it. Period. Any questions?
Die Starke Frau/The Strong Women
Unfiltered thoughts of a dominant woman, submission and secureness, expectations and hopes, loving and being loved.
Headmaster - Twitter
Disobedience will not be tolerated.
Milky Joe - Twitter
As the song goes ...I am what I am . Music , Walking , trying to keep fit and banter. Oh and I like to spank bums.
Have a fun weekend and a Happy St. Patrick's day.
xx
Wednesday, 13 March 2019
Monday, 11 March 2019
Caroline's Caning.....
The final part to my Riding School story.
"So that's confirmed then, Miss Robbins, 8.00 am a fortnight this Saturday and Mr van Eyck said he'll be looking forward to putting you through your paces."
I could hardly believe I was doing it, I hadn't told the girl this visit wasn't in connection with my job but the truth was my editor had lost interest, decided there wasn't anything juicy enough to justify my further paid time and expenses.
This visit was private.
I asked her if I should wear any particular clothing but she just told me casually to bring my normal riding gear. I didn't like to tell her my normal riding gear was likely to consist of jeans and a t-shirt, I mean I hadn't ridden for years and even then I'd never kitted out properly. I thanked her and told her I'd be there. When I put the phone down I stomped the floor and scrunched my fists up, I'd done it! I was going back, I was excited as well as nervous at the prospect and for just over two weeks I think it played on my mind more than anything else.
When the day came I was up at 6.00 am, showered, hair washed, Standing in front of the mirror my Pepe jeans on. Polo t shirt laid out on the bed which I thought was appropriate, sports bra which I knew might show my nipples and several pairs of knickers all of which I had tried on, turning and twisting this way and that before deciding which were most suitable. Suitable for what, I thought to myself as I dabbed perfume here and there, I mean I was going to a country riding stable for goodness sake, horseflesh, manure, sweat, country air and all that and there was me fussing about knickers and perfume. I was too nervous for breakfast, I just had juice and coffee, besides the Pepe jeans were new and a tight fit and I thought a bowl of cereal might make me uncomfortable. Stupid me, I should have swapped the Pepes for a well worn pair of Levis and had the breakfast.
I left home just after 7.00 am, smelling like I would for a night on the
pull, dressed in my finest posh casual, I took a small travel bag with
me with a spare shirt, towel, second choice knickers and some drinking
water. With only light traffic on a Saturday morning I entered the
school drive twenty minutes early.
I remembered the trees, the morning sun filtered weakly through their dense foliage, there was no one riding. Perhaps I'd got the wrong day, perhaps I should turn round at the end of the drive and go back home, I could call and apologise, say my editor had an urgent last minute job for me. Then I was in the clearing and bright sunlight at the end of the leafy tunnel and a smiling girl waved to me, I'd been recognised, too late to turn round. I thought about calling her over and explaining that I'd just had an urgent phone call and needed to leave immediately and could she please apologise to Mr van Eyck for me, but she was running up towards the car anyway, pointing to where I should park. It was Joanna, the girl I'd interviewed, she was so bright and welcoming I wanted to get out of the car and give her a hug and ask her how she was and how things were going but I didn't. Instead I let the window down, cowardice was getting the better of me, I was about to utter my pathetic story about the urgent phone call when a black Range Rover pulled into the clearing. It was Mr van Eyck.
"Miss Robbins!" He beamed as he climbed down from his vehicle. "How lovely to see you again, I'm so glad you decided to come and join us." He took my hand as I got out of my little Volvo and nodded approvingly as he noticed my travel bag. "Excellent," he said, "Joanna will show you where to change, plenty of time, beautiful morning." And then he was off, I noticed he was already wearing jodhpurs and riding boots and he made an imposing figure as he strode across the gravel towards the office building adjacent to the stables.
Joanna took me by the arm. "Come on, I'll show you the dressing rooms," she said and we followed Mr van Eyck to the office building, taking a right turn once inside along a short corridor which led to a large girls changing room with showers and toilets. There was similar facility for boys on the other side of the building, she told me, but it didn't get used much. Joanna opened a locker for me and told me I could leave my clothes in it and keep the key although the risk of theft was virtually nil. She seemed surprised when I told her I didn't have to change, just my travel bag and handbag to store. "Oh dear no, Sir won't like that, someone will be in trouble, let's see what I can find," and off she went leaving me on my own and hoping it wasn't me in trouble.
Joanna returned a few moments later, a bundle of clothing over her left arm and a pair of riding boots and helmet dangling from her hand. "Try these on," she said, "I'm about your size, they should fit." I told her I couldn't possibly take her gear even though it was a very kind thought but Joanna insisted, saying they were a spare set she'd just fetched from her car. She then opened her own locker to show me was telling the truth. "And in any case I'm not riding this morning, Caroline is using my pony, in fact she should be out there already but that's another story." I was finally convinced and accepted her offer gratefully, kicking off my trainers and wriggling out of my jeans in favour of Joanna's jodhpurs, jacket and boots.
There was a knock on the door before we could chat much, Joanna shouted come in and Mr van Eyck entered the changing room, two crops in his left hand, his right arm extending towards me, his head bowed theatrically. "Come then, Miss Robbins, allow me to escort you and join you for a pleasant morning ride." I joined him and as we left he looked over his shoulder to Joanna and said "Tell Caroline, if and when she deigns to grace us with her presence, I want to see her in my office at 9.30." This will be the third time in as many weeks she's been late. Htt!" I remembered his little speech habit, I wondered if it happened when he was nervous, under pressure or perhaps angry. I didn't think it meant anything good for Caroline and wondered if he might expel her.
My mare was fourteen hands, he told me, placid and old enough to be sensible; he said I could just climb aboard and leave it all to her if I wanted. It was the nearest Mr van Eyck had come to making a joke and I smiled politely. His own mount was quite a bit bigger, both were saddled ready to go and, after a few basics in a small paddock for me to demonstrate I wasn't a complete novice,
Mr van Eyck opened a gate and we rode into an open field where Mr van Eyck took the lead, walking, trotting and finally cantering when he could see I wasn't hanging on for dear life. He certainly had an air of authority sitting astride his horse.
"Take the lead Miss Robbins, please, at your own pace, I'll keep up I
promise." It was another of his little jokes, I knew he could keep up,
still I took the lead and on the other side of the stream and when the path
turned into a large meadow I gee'd my pony on to a canter, raising
myself up from the waist, hips moving with the horse, then raising my
bottom out of the saddle and arching my back slightly as I leaned my
upper torso forward for a gallop, as I'd been taught. I was exhilarated,
I wondered if Mr van Eyck was impressed, I wondered if he was watching
my backside as it undulated with the motion of the horse, then he was
aside me, riding easily and signalling me to slow down which I did
immediately, "Excellent Miss Robbins but take it easy first time after
so many years, we don't want you falling off on that pretty bottom of
yours."
I'm sure I turned beetroot red, I hoped he'd assume it was the rush of
air from the short gallop, he didn't comment, just said it was time we
were getting back and he'd show me a different route, which he did with
us riding abreast and chatting where space permitted and single file
where it did not.
Back at the stables Joanna and another girl were waiting for us. We'd been out just over an hour, the time had flown. We dismounted, Joanna's companion took care of the horses and Mr van Eyck asked me if I'd care to join him for coffee in, say, half an hour if I had time. I asked Joanna if we might watch some of the other girls going through their routines, I could see there were four or five girls practising and a couple more watching from the sides, but she said oh no, they would all be coming in within ten minutes, there was a brief meeting scheduled for 9.45 am which all girls were required to attend. She told me I could come too and I'd just have time to change first.
I didn't bother showering, just got back into my jeans and trainers, gulped some water down, checked my phone for messages and handed Joanna's stuff back to her. It was nearly 9.45 am, "Come on," she said, "we mustn't be late." I asked her where the meeting was and she told me in the training room, which was also used for hospitality on open days, it was equipped for lectures, videos, presentations etc with a small stage and could seat about twenty people although we wouldn't be seated today, it would only be a short meeting she said shyly. The room was past reception and Mr van Eyck's office, the door was open when we arrived and ten or twelve girls were congregated inside, their excited chatter stopped as Joanna and I entered the room, I assumed it was my presence, new kid on the block, but that wasn't the case at all. Their attention was focused behind us and I turned to see Mr van Eyck enter the room accompanied by a striking dark haired girl who looked nervous and avoided eye contact. She might have been southern European judging from her skin and features but I couldn't be certain, she certainly had the curves prevalent in girls from those climes and she deported herself well.
Could someone near the back please close the door," said Mr van Eyck as he mounted the low stage carrying a riding crop, "Thank you," it was Joanna who closed it and returned to my side.
"You all know why we're here," he said clearly and concisely, "Caroline
has let us all down by being late for practise for a third time in
little more than two weeks. In so doing she has inconvenienced others
and disrupted our schedules. She has shown no genuine remorse and the
reasons given for her inconsiderate behaviour are spurious to say the
least. She is to be punished." Mr van Eyck was already moving towards a
wall mounted cupboard at the back of the stage as his pronouncement was
made. There was shuffling and fidgeting amongst the assembled girls but
no one spoke. Mr van Eyck turned back from the cupboard and instead of
the crop he was holding a long crook handled cane, I could hardly
believe my eyes.
"A chair if you please, Caroline." He flexed the cane between his two hands as he waited for the unfortunate girl to follow his instruction. I lost sight of Caroline's head as she bent down to lift a light framed chair which she carried onto the stage and placed in front of Mr van Eyck with its back facing out to the room .
"I'm sorry, Sir," I heard her say meekly. The room was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop.
"Sorry for being in this position no doubt," said the riding school proprietor, "and you will shortly be a lot sorrier. Stand against the back of the chair, then bend over palms flat on the seat, I'm going to punish you and then you will apologise to your colleagues for your inconsiderate behaviour."
There was no protest and not a sound in the room as Caroline stood at the chair back for a moment then bent forward and down so that chair top was wedged against her hips, her bottom, which I noticed was voluptuous and bulged slightly obscenely in her strained jodhpurs, thrust out towards us.
Mr van Eyck positioned himself to her left and told her it would be four strokes and not to move until he said she could. I heard one girl gasp. I thought about reaching into my jeans for my phone and trying to snatch a couple of shots surreptitiously but then I couldn't remember if the flash was on and if it was I'd be caught. Then I thought even if I managed some shots and my editor liked them, would I really want them published? It would mean I could never come back here. I didn't get the camera, I was completely distracted from the idea when I heard the whoosh of the cane and the terrible splat as it landed across the bending girl's plump cheeks followed by her ooohh arrghhhh! and the tiny shuffle of her feet. I was shocked, as if frozen to the spot when I felt Joanna's left hand reaching for my right, which she found and clasped lightly, firming her grip as she saw the cane raised for a second time and squeezing as it thrashed down followed by more cries from the girl. Whether to comfort me or herself I had no idea but the contact was warm and almost conspiratorial in an odd way. I think I squeezed back at the following two strokes which were delivered fast and had Caroline cry out loudly and stomp her feet making her bottom wobble and left her crying in great heaving sobs.
I was too stunned to say anything, there was a murmur in the 'audience' although I couldn't catch words. Then Mr van Eyck's voice, strong and clear, "Get up now Caroline and turn around, I believe you have something to say to your colleagues, Htt!"
The punished girl stood slowly, I'm sure her poor bottom must have felt terrible and I should think she would rather have fallen through the floor than faced her colleagues. When she did turn round she straightened to her full height and lifted her head proudly, brave girl, we could see her face tear streaked and her lip was quivering as she tried to speak and hold back the sobs at the same time. No words came out and Mr van Eyck spoke again, surprisingly softly, "Go on Caroline, you'll feel better for it," and after a while Caroline managed to get out "S-s-sorry...I'm so sorry to all of you" before the floodgates re-opened and she was sobbing again.
"Htt. Let it be a lesson, my girl," said Mr van Eyck as he replaced the cane in the cupboard and left the room. The girls immediately surrounded Caroline, sisterly empathy, commiseration, admiration, perhaps even excitement, I wasn't observing objectively, caught up in the general frisson it was impossible to think clearly. Then I remembered my coffee date. Oh my goodness, I said to Joanna perhaps I should just go straight home instead but she said no not at all, I should go along to reception and have my coffee, she assured me it would be business as usual for Mr van Eyck. She smiled warm encouragement and I went to reception a few minutes before ten o'clock, trembling slightly and quite ridiculously as I waited for my host to arrive.
At precisely top of the hour Mr van Eyck entered the room, the coffee machine was already on and he went and poured two cups, remembering from our last meeting how I liked mine. We chatted casually, not one reference to the caning, just talking about the ride, my proficiency, how he thought I could improve, whether I liked the girls and the set up in general and then finally, close to ten-thirty, about whether I thought my trip would provide anything of interest for my editor. He was smiling, I was not, as I explained to him that I'd made the appointment outside of my duties as a reporter and that I would not be making any kind of report or in fact comments of any sort to my editor. I was about to apologise when he beamed, "Well that's splendid, Miss Robbins, you won't feel compromised by your professional instincts and you can answer me plainly when I tell you I'd be delighted to have you join us as an intermediate student if you'd be so inclined, I really think you have the ability to do well." I was taken by surprise his invitation but not by the idea of enrolling in the school which had already occurred to me on the ride.
"I think I'd like that, Mr van Eyck....Sir," I realised what I'd said and felt myself blush.
"Excellent, I'll have Joanna attend to the details." He shook my hand and went to leave.
"Mr van Eyck," I said, "one more thing, that girl just now, is she.. er.. expelled?"
"You mean Caroline? Good heavens no, not at all, fine young rider, we're all very proud of her, she'll represent our school one day, just needs a little discipline. Good day, Miss Robbins."
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
"So that's confirmed then, Miss Robbins, 8.00 am a fortnight this Saturday and Mr van Eyck said he'll be looking forward to putting you through your paces."
I could hardly believe I was doing it, I hadn't told the girl this visit wasn't in connection with my job but the truth was my editor had lost interest, decided there wasn't anything juicy enough to justify my further paid time and expenses.
This visit was private.
I asked her if I should wear any particular clothing but she just told me casually to bring my normal riding gear. I didn't like to tell her my normal riding gear was likely to consist of jeans and a t-shirt, I mean I hadn't ridden for years and even then I'd never kitted out properly. I thanked her and told her I'd be there. When I put the phone down I stomped the floor and scrunched my fists up, I'd done it! I was going back, I was excited as well as nervous at the prospect and for just over two weeks I think it played on my mind more than anything else.
When the day came I was up at 6.00 am, showered, hair washed, Standing in front of the mirror my Pepe jeans on. Polo t shirt laid out on the bed which I thought was appropriate, sports bra which I knew might show my nipples and several pairs of knickers all of which I had tried on, turning and twisting this way and that before deciding which were most suitable. Suitable for what, I thought to myself as I dabbed perfume here and there, I mean I was going to a country riding stable for goodness sake, horseflesh, manure, sweat, country air and all that and there was me fussing about knickers and perfume. I was too nervous for breakfast, I just had juice and coffee, besides the Pepe jeans were new and a tight fit and I thought a bowl of cereal might make me uncomfortable. Stupid me, I should have swapped the Pepes for a well worn pair of Levis and had the breakfast.
I remembered the trees, the morning sun filtered weakly through their dense foliage, there was no one riding. Perhaps I'd got the wrong day, perhaps I should turn round at the end of the drive and go back home, I could call and apologise, say my editor had an urgent last minute job for me. Then I was in the clearing and bright sunlight at the end of the leafy tunnel and a smiling girl waved to me, I'd been recognised, too late to turn round. I thought about calling her over and explaining that I'd just had an urgent phone call and needed to leave immediately and could she please apologise to Mr van Eyck for me, but she was running up towards the car anyway, pointing to where I should park. It was Joanna, the girl I'd interviewed, she was so bright and welcoming I wanted to get out of the car and give her a hug and ask her how she was and how things were going but I didn't. Instead I let the window down, cowardice was getting the better of me, I was about to utter my pathetic story about the urgent phone call when a black Range Rover pulled into the clearing. It was Mr van Eyck.
"Miss Robbins!" He beamed as he climbed down from his vehicle. "How lovely to see you again, I'm so glad you decided to come and join us." He took my hand as I got out of my little Volvo and nodded approvingly as he noticed my travel bag. "Excellent," he said, "Joanna will show you where to change, plenty of time, beautiful morning." And then he was off, I noticed he was already wearing jodhpurs and riding boots and he made an imposing figure as he strode across the gravel towards the office building adjacent to the stables.
Joanna took me by the arm. "Come on, I'll show you the dressing rooms," she said and we followed Mr van Eyck to the office building, taking a right turn once inside along a short corridor which led to a large girls changing room with showers and toilets. There was similar facility for boys on the other side of the building, she told me, but it didn't get used much. Joanna opened a locker for me and told me I could leave my clothes in it and keep the key although the risk of theft was virtually nil. She seemed surprised when I told her I didn't have to change, just my travel bag and handbag to store. "Oh dear no, Sir won't like that, someone will be in trouble, let's see what I can find," and off she went leaving me on my own and hoping it wasn't me in trouble.
Joanna returned a few moments later, a bundle of clothing over her left arm and a pair of riding boots and helmet dangling from her hand. "Try these on," she said, "I'm about your size, they should fit." I told her I couldn't possibly take her gear even though it was a very kind thought but Joanna insisted, saying they were a spare set she'd just fetched from her car. She then opened her own locker to show me was telling the truth. "And in any case I'm not riding this morning, Caroline is using my pony, in fact she should be out there already but that's another story." I was finally convinced and accepted her offer gratefully, kicking off my trainers and wriggling out of my jeans in favour of Joanna's jodhpurs, jacket and boots.
There was a knock on the door before we could chat much, Joanna shouted come in and Mr van Eyck entered the changing room, two crops in his left hand, his right arm extending towards me, his head bowed theatrically. "Come then, Miss Robbins, allow me to escort you and join you for a pleasant morning ride." I joined him and as we left he looked over his shoulder to Joanna and said "Tell Caroline, if and when she deigns to grace us with her presence, I want to see her in my office at 9.30." This will be the third time in as many weeks she's been late. Htt!" I remembered his little speech habit, I wondered if it happened when he was nervous, under pressure or perhaps angry. I didn't think it meant anything good for Caroline and wondered if he might expel her.
My mare was fourteen hands, he told me, placid and old enough to be sensible; he said I could just climb aboard and leave it all to her if I wanted. It was the nearest Mr van Eyck had come to making a joke and I smiled politely. His own mount was quite a bit bigger, both were saddled ready to go and, after a few basics in a small paddock for me to demonstrate I wasn't a complete novice,
Mr van Eyck opened a gate and we rode into an open field where Mr van Eyck took the lead, walking, trotting and finally cantering when he could see I wasn't hanging on for dear life. He certainly had an air of authority sitting astride his horse.
Back at the stables Joanna and another girl were waiting for us. We'd been out just over an hour, the time had flown. We dismounted, Joanna's companion took care of the horses and Mr van Eyck asked me if I'd care to join him for coffee in, say, half an hour if I had time. I asked Joanna if we might watch some of the other girls going through their routines, I could see there were four or five girls practising and a couple more watching from the sides, but she said oh no, they would all be coming in within ten minutes, there was a brief meeting scheduled for 9.45 am which all girls were required to attend. She told me I could come too and I'd just have time to change first.
I didn't bother showering, just got back into my jeans and trainers, gulped some water down, checked my phone for messages and handed Joanna's stuff back to her. It was nearly 9.45 am, "Come on," she said, "we mustn't be late." I asked her where the meeting was and she told me in the training room, which was also used for hospitality on open days, it was equipped for lectures, videos, presentations etc with a small stage and could seat about twenty people although we wouldn't be seated today, it would only be a short meeting she said shyly. The room was past reception and Mr van Eyck's office, the door was open when we arrived and ten or twelve girls were congregated inside, their excited chatter stopped as Joanna and I entered the room, I assumed it was my presence, new kid on the block, but that wasn't the case at all. Their attention was focused behind us and I turned to see Mr van Eyck enter the room accompanied by a striking dark haired girl who looked nervous and avoided eye contact. She might have been southern European judging from her skin and features but I couldn't be certain, she certainly had the curves prevalent in girls from those climes and she deported herself well.
Could someone near the back please close the door," said Mr van Eyck as he mounted the low stage carrying a riding crop, "Thank you," it was Joanna who closed it and returned to my side.
"A chair if you please, Caroline." He flexed the cane between his two hands as he waited for the unfortunate girl to follow his instruction. I lost sight of Caroline's head as she bent down to lift a light framed chair which she carried onto the stage and placed in front of Mr van Eyck with its back facing out to the room .
"I'm sorry, Sir," I heard her say meekly. The room was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop.
"Sorry for being in this position no doubt," said the riding school proprietor, "and you will shortly be a lot sorrier. Stand against the back of the chair, then bend over palms flat on the seat, I'm going to punish you and then you will apologise to your colleagues for your inconsiderate behaviour."
There was no protest and not a sound in the room as Caroline stood at the chair back for a moment then bent forward and down so that chair top was wedged against her hips, her bottom, which I noticed was voluptuous and bulged slightly obscenely in her strained jodhpurs, thrust out towards us.
Mr van Eyck positioned himself to her left and told her it would be four strokes and not to move until he said she could. I heard one girl gasp. I thought about reaching into my jeans for my phone and trying to snatch a couple of shots surreptitiously but then I couldn't remember if the flash was on and if it was I'd be caught. Then I thought even if I managed some shots and my editor liked them, would I really want them published? It would mean I could never come back here. I didn't get the camera, I was completely distracted from the idea when I heard the whoosh of the cane and the terrible splat as it landed across the bending girl's plump cheeks followed by her ooohh arrghhhh! and the tiny shuffle of her feet. I was shocked, as if frozen to the spot when I felt Joanna's left hand reaching for my right, which she found and clasped lightly, firming her grip as she saw the cane raised for a second time and squeezing as it thrashed down followed by more cries from the girl. Whether to comfort me or herself I had no idea but the contact was warm and almost conspiratorial in an odd way. I think I squeezed back at the following two strokes which were delivered fast and had Caroline cry out loudly and stomp her feet making her bottom wobble and left her crying in great heaving sobs.
I was too stunned to say anything, there was a murmur in the 'audience' although I couldn't catch words. Then Mr van Eyck's voice, strong and clear, "Get up now Caroline and turn around, I believe you have something to say to your colleagues, Htt!"
The punished girl stood slowly, I'm sure her poor bottom must have felt terrible and I should think she would rather have fallen through the floor than faced her colleagues. When she did turn round she straightened to her full height and lifted her head proudly, brave girl, we could see her face tear streaked and her lip was quivering as she tried to speak and hold back the sobs at the same time. No words came out and Mr van Eyck spoke again, surprisingly softly, "Go on Caroline, you'll feel better for it," and after a while Caroline managed to get out "S-s-sorry...I'm so sorry to all of you" before the floodgates re-opened and she was sobbing again.
"Htt. Let it be a lesson, my girl," said Mr van Eyck as he replaced the cane in the cupboard and left the room. The girls immediately surrounded Caroline, sisterly empathy, commiseration, admiration, perhaps even excitement, I wasn't observing objectively, caught up in the general frisson it was impossible to think clearly. Then I remembered my coffee date. Oh my goodness, I said to Joanna perhaps I should just go straight home instead but she said no not at all, I should go along to reception and have my coffee, she assured me it would be business as usual for Mr van Eyck. She smiled warm encouragement and I went to reception a few minutes before ten o'clock, trembling slightly and quite ridiculously as I waited for my host to arrive.
At precisely top of the hour Mr van Eyck entered the room, the coffee machine was already on and he went and poured two cups, remembering from our last meeting how I liked mine. We chatted casually, not one reference to the caning, just talking about the ride, my proficiency, how he thought I could improve, whether I liked the girls and the set up in general and then finally, close to ten-thirty, about whether I thought my trip would provide anything of interest for my editor. He was smiling, I was not, as I explained to him that I'd made the appointment outside of my duties as a reporter and that I would not be making any kind of report or in fact comments of any sort to my editor. I was about to apologise when he beamed, "Well that's splendid, Miss Robbins, you won't feel compromised by your professional instincts and you can answer me plainly when I tell you I'd be delighted to have you join us as an intermediate student if you'd be so inclined, I really think you have the ability to do well." I was taken by surprise his invitation but not by the idea of enrolling in the school which had already occurred to me on the ride.
"I think I'd like that, Mr van Eyck....Sir," I realised what I'd said and felt myself blush.
"Excellent, I'll have Joanna attend to the details." He shook my hand and went to leave.
"Mr van Eyck," I said, "one more thing, that girl just now, is she.. er.. expelled?"
"You mean Caroline? Good heavens no, not at all, fine young rider, we're all very proud of her, she'll represent our school one day, just needs a little discipline. Good day, Miss Robbins."
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
Friday, 8 March 2019
Spanked for putting my lippy on
Well it wasn't quite that straightforward, I was actually spanked for
pulling the rear view mirror off - completely off - the windscreen of
P's car. I didn't even know they could come off, I thought they must be
moulded into the glass or something when the cars were made. Anyway I
found out, as we were entering Waitrose car park, they can come off and
it did when I turned it to towards me to adjust my lipstick. It fell
down and just swung there from a bunch of cables. P wasn't amused.
"Well don't just leave it swinging," he said, "support it until I park and then I'll sort it out."
I felt guilty but then angry that it had fallen off, I hadn't wrenched it or anything. Well we parked and P took hold of it and after a bit of figuring out, took the case off and unplugged the cables and laid it on the back seat. He couldn't understand how it had parted from the glass, there were no marks or holding bracket or anything.
"I wish you hadn't done that," he said. "Why did you do it anyway, you don't need lipstick on to shop and you've got a mirror your side, why the hell twist the driving mirror round."
I knew I'd get the blame, I told him they were meant to twist weren't they, I mean to adjust for different drivers. Then I said it was probably all the bumps the car manages to find on the roads that had shaken it loose. He told me not to be so ridiculous. I said well it's done, are you coming inside? He said it was a bloody nuisance and would have to be fixed. Well that was obvious.
We got the stuff we needed but driving out from the car park P took a right at the roundabout instead of a left which would have taken us into town. I asked him where he was going and he said to the garage he uses to see if they could fix it. Pointless, I said, just phone them and take it in whenever they can do it but P didn't see it that way, funny how men can get so heated about their cars. He still hadn't gotten over me using it in the first place and reminded a couple of times it was my fault. It's less than ten minutes to the garage and P stopped and spoke with the owner who he knows. He came over to the car and looked inside, just one glance and out again shaking his head to P. He told him they couldn't do it, the fixing disc had sheered away with the mirror and a windscreen specialist would be best to fix it. He gave P a card from the office with a name and number.
"See the trouble you've caused. So I've got to get a windshield company to fix it. Ridiculous, I've never had this happen before in all the years I've been driving."
"Bloody car," I said. I've never liked it.
Well that did it. We were only five minutes from where we live and P just drove straight home. I knew what it meant of course, I was going to get my backside warmed. I told him I'd pay for the repair but he said that wasn't the point, it was the inconvenience and the stupidity and 'unnecessariness' of it, all because of my bloody lipstick. I told him a girl's lipstick is part of her dress and the mirror must have been crap anyway and would probably have fallen off on the motorway when he was driving and how would he have liked that. Stupid German car.
We got home and P took me straight upstairs after dumping the shopping in the kitchen. He must have been stacking up a few scalding phrases on the short drive, he wouldn't have been happy with my attitude and I knew I could have put things better but frankly I didn't want to, I like the kind of spanking I knew was coming every now and again. When I know he's genuinely pissed with me but I also know it won't drag on. So I ended up across his lap in the office with my knickers dragged down to my thighs getting my bottom reddened whilst my husband shouted the riot act at me, what I should and shouldn't do, not caring about the damage I'd caused, blaming the car, never taking responsibility lah - de - dah etc etc. I argued back a bit but eventually gave up and took my medicine then after several minutes struggling and squealing started saying sorry and pleading with him to stop. He did finally but had to have the last words.
"And don't you dare ever even think of putting your precious lipstick on in my driving mirror again! Understood?"
"Yes P. I'm sorry really I am." I think that's the part he really likes. If he were a gorilla he'd be standing up beating his chest but instead he just told me to put myself straight, whatever that means, and he went off downstairs. A couple of minutes later he was back, I was still in the office. He told me to get myself ready we were going into town. I said what about the car.
"Oh I've just spoken with the windscreen bloke, he can't come for a couple of days but he can definitely fix it and it will be good as new."
"You mean you can drive it, the loss of vision won't bother you, it's legal not to have the mirror up?" I asked. He said yes to all that, no problem.
"Then you spanked my bottom really hard for no reason?" I asked with a pout.
"Not at all. I had lots of reasons and I told you them while you were over my lap. Do you need a reminder?" He patted my bum through my jeans, it was sore and I winced. I didn't need a reminder, a trip to the bedroom would have been welcome though. I didn't say that, I made do with town instead.
The mirror hasn't been fixed yet but when the guy comes to do it I'll make sure I pay if I'm around. Just to show him I do care and I do listen.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
"Well don't just leave it swinging," he said, "support it until I park and then I'll sort it out."
I felt guilty but then angry that it had fallen off, I hadn't wrenched it or anything. Well we parked and P took hold of it and after a bit of figuring out, took the case off and unplugged the cables and laid it on the back seat. He couldn't understand how it had parted from the glass, there were no marks or holding bracket or anything.
"I wish you hadn't done that," he said. "Why did you do it anyway, you don't need lipstick on to shop and you've got a mirror your side, why the hell twist the driving mirror round."
I knew I'd get the blame, I told him they were meant to twist weren't they, I mean to adjust for different drivers. Then I said it was probably all the bumps the car manages to find on the roads that had shaken it loose. He told me not to be so ridiculous. I said well it's done, are you coming inside? He said it was a bloody nuisance and would have to be fixed. Well that was obvious.
We got the stuff we needed but driving out from the car park P took a right at the roundabout instead of a left which would have taken us into town. I asked him where he was going and he said to the garage he uses to see if they could fix it. Pointless, I said, just phone them and take it in whenever they can do it but P didn't see it that way, funny how men can get so heated about their cars. He still hadn't gotten over me using it in the first place and reminded a couple of times it was my fault. It's less than ten minutes to the garage and P stopped and spoke with the owner who he knows. He came over to the car and looked inside, just one glance and out again shaking his head to P. He told him they couldn't do it, the fixing disc had sheered away with the mirror and a windscreen specialist would be best to fix it. He gave P a card from the office with a name and number.
"See the trouble you've caused. So I've got to get a windshield company to fix it. Ridiculous, I've never had this happen before in all the years I've been driving."
"Bloody car," I said. I've never liked it.
Well that did it. We were only five minutes from where we live and P just drove straight home. I knew what it meant of course, I was going to get my backside warmed. I told him I'd pay for the repair but he said that wasn't the point, it was the inconvenience and the stupidity and 'unnecessariness' of it, all because of my bloody lipstick. I told him a girl's lipstick is part of her dress and the mirror must have been crap anyway and would probably have fallen off on the motorway when he was driving and how would he have liked that. Stupid German car.
We got home and P took me straight upstairs after dumping the shopping in the kitchen. He must have been stacking up a few scalding phrases on the short drive, he wouldn't have been happy with my attitude and I knew I could have put things better but frankly I didn't want to, I like the kind of spanking I knew was coming every now and again. When I know he's genuinely pissed with me but I also know it won't drag on. So I ended up across his lap in the office with my knickers dragged down to my thighs getting my bottom reddened whilst my husband shouted the riot act at me, what I should and shouldn't do, not caring about the damage I'd caused, blaming the car, never taking responsibility lah - de - dah etc etc. I argued back a bit but eventually gave up and took my medicine then after several minutes struggling and squealing started saying sorry and pleading with him to stop. He did finally but had to have the last words.
"And don't you dare ever even think of putting your precious lipstick on in my driving mirror again! Understood?"
"Yes P. I'm sorry really I am." I think that's the part he really likes. If he were a gorilla he'd be standing up beating his chest but instead he just told me to put myself straight, whatever that means, and he went off downstairs. A couple of minutes later he was back, I was still in the office. He told me to get myself ready we were going into town. I said what about the car.
"Oh I've just spoken with the windscreen bloke, he can't come for a couple of days but he can definitely fix it and it will be good as new."
"You mean you can drive it, the loss of vision won't bother you, it's legal not to have the mirror up?" I asked. He said yes to all that, no problem.
"Then you spanked my bottom really hard for no reason?" I asked with a pout.
"Not at all. I had lots of reasons and I told you them while you were over my lap. Do you need a reminder?" He patted my bum through my jeans, it was sore and I winced. I didn't need a reminder, a trip to the bedroom would have been welcome though. I didn't say that, I made do with town instead.
The mirror hasn't been fixed yet but when the guy comes to do it I'll make sure I pay if I'm around. Just to show him I do care and I do listen.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
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