Cruel Ladies

Some text and more pics from the book 'Jeux de Dames Cruelles' see post Spankez-vous francais

The text in the book is in French and German, P has done the best he can to get the meaning, but if anyone reads French feel free to click and have a read. I think there should be some English pages too but they're missing, probably why I got it cheap :)

This page refers in part to Catherine de Medici (1519-1589) who apparently took pleasure whipping the ladies of her court, she made the most beautiful of her ladies and servants strip and took delight in their demeanour, then spanked them on their backsides with her hand, it gave her satisfaction to see them writhing and making movements. There are more pages but no actual text to give stories to the individual pictures.

A few more pics here anyway, click any of them to see them better, sorry about the quality.

Ah a man involved but it looks like he's comforting (or ravishing) the girl while another wields the birch.

Looks like it's taken from a genuine schoolroom of the day with two naughty girls getting punished

Just three girls having fun

Ronnie

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Impromptu Spanking

I didn't forget to tell you about Sunday, I just didn't get it ready for posting until today although I did make a short topical post on Sunday. Anyway it happened that I got my promised spanking on Sunday in fact I got three, but it was an impromptu one which was the best as is often the case.

I started writing this in the office yesterday morning with still a tingle in my bottom but that's gone now. I didn't finish because we got a fire alarm drill which meant all out front in the freezing cold then the day was quite busy, anyway nothing lost.

Sunday started well had my usual maintenance spanking, the one that P gives allegedly to make sure I am a good girl for the rest of the week and usually leads to little fun in the bedroom which it did.

Rest of the morning doing the boring but necessary Sunday chores, cleaning, tidying you know (no lunch cooking as we were going out to eat in the evening). Later P had to go into town to pick up some brackets he needed to fix some kitchen wall cabinets, I decided to tag along as there's a new lingerie shop just opened in town with opening offers so I went for a mooch. Half way into town came up behind a horse rider, P chuckled, horse riders he said, remember last weekend (the girl horse riders who held us up and P said they should be spanked).

That set me thinking. (P was hopefully going to spank me later for Chinese New Year but I wanted to make sure he did). Got back home mid afternoon, I popped upstairs while P played with his cabinets, searched my overflow drawer in the spare room until I found what I wanted, couldn't remember if I still had them or if they'd been packed off to Oxfam as they were tight from the start, ahh...found them...a pair of jodhpurs which we bought from Croft Equestrian ages ago, and not for riding purposes (they also sell genuine whips and crops by the way, reasonable and good quality too). So I went back into our room and changed - white shirt, no bra, no pants, winter boots, and my old but little used jodhpurs which seemed to be size tighter than I remembered, then I took our riding crop (also from Croft) out of P's drawer, took a deep breath and went back into the spare room where I could hear P putting away his tools. I stood just through the doorway, slowly tapping the crop across my thigh.
When I had his attention I said “Had a lovely ride but so much traffic on the roads this morning, some of the drivers seemed to be getting a tad annoyed, must think they own the roads some of them, no manners” P stopped what he was doing and turned round, briefly bewilderment and then amusement on his face (wished I had my phone handy) which quickly changed to sternness (goody he's got the plot I thought to myself).

He took the crop from me and said ''That's a typical sort of comment I'd expect from an arrogant member of the riding shooting set, I think you could do with a lesson in road manners yourself'' or something like that I can't remember the exact words I was too excited.

He escorted me back into our room and told me to get on the bed on all fours (we don’t have any saddles mores the pity), my jodhpurs stretched very tight over and into my bottom, P then started caressing my bottom, Hmmmm my girl no pants on I see, his hand smacked my bottom several times, then some rubbing, smacking, more smacking, my bottom warmed to his touch, then I felt the tip of the crop trail down my back, over my bum, falling between my legs, lightly up and down, tapping my inner thighs, teasing, tantalising. I locked my legs tight at one point trying to hold the crop between them, squirming, wondering if my moisture would seep through my jodhpurs. He took hold of my waist and delivered several quick strokes squarely to each buttock, I jumped but P held my waist firm and delivered several more with equal intensity and rhythm across my buttocks, no sound other than the end of the crop which has a leather flapper slapping against my cheeks. God couldn't believe the sting, which got deeper with each slap, I was sure I would have welts or bruising or something if he continued, I cheekily suggested perhaps he should un-trouser me so that he could see his target better but he told me gravely ''You'll be glad of those jodhpurs in a moment young lady'' and with that he stood back and delivered what I have to assume was a pretty firm whipping. He did it so fast I hardly had time to catch my breath and when I once almost wiggled out of range he warned ''Stay right where you are or I won't hesitate to restrain you!'' I stayed. When it was over I was hot, on fire, moaning, almost sobbing, legs shaking yet I'm sure I was wriggling my quivering bottom for more.

P threw the crop on the bed, reached round, unzipped me, pulled my jodhpurs down, ''Hmmm that should teach you some manners'' as he surveyed his work then caressed my poor cheeks gently, lovingly, letting his hands rest in all the right spots, moving up to take hold of by breasts, ripping my shirt open and playing with my nipples, I couldn’t stand it, I was pushing my bottom into his groin feeling his hardness, he stopped, I heard the zip of his trousers, the sound of them coming down, my bottom pushing up harder, greedy for contact, his hands each side of my hips and then a gasp as he entered me from behind, I shouted as he drove deeper, and screamed just seconds later as we both came and collapsed on the bed, P on top of and buried deep in me, and just lay there for a few minutes, "I hope you will remember to be courteous to drivers next time you go out riding he said."

When we'd both straightened up, P said lets not go out I’ll cook some pasta, great, fine by me. We went downstairs, P went out and cleaned the car while I read the newspaper and posted that interesting little article about the American lawyer working in Moscow. Later P made a lovely penne with some pepperoni chilli and olives in a tomato sauce (he’s a better cook than me but don’t tell him I said so) and opened a bottle of light red wine, delicious.

P settled down to finish reading the Sunday papers while I washed the dishes, afterwards I came in and plonked myself right across his lap, straight over the paper he was reading, ''You forgot my Chinese New Year spanking,'' I said, he laughed and immediately delivered my third spanking it lasted all of a measly five seconds but its the thought that counts and I hadn't had a bad day.

Ronnie
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Blogging could make you rich

Or could get you sacked

44 year-old Diedre Dare, an America lawyer working in Moscow, may get sacked over her 'ficticious' blog of a romping expat. She is going to take on her employers in what apparently could become a landmark case. She says “they picked a fight with the wrong girl”.

She has been publishing chapters of her steamy novel on the internet, all fiction she says, about life and bedroom antics of Dasha, a young foreign woman in the Russian capital. Before the story broke she was getting 3,500 hits a month. Now 800,000 have accessed it in a few days!

www.deidredare.com showed photos of her lying on a sofa in her lingerie and 11 chapters of her novel.“There is something thrilling about being in bed with a Frenchman even if he does have a small c*** which he cant get up” as Pierre gently kissed my eyelids and stroked my face, I sighed as if in pleasure, when, really, my mind was occupied with the thought that it is disappointing how European men seemed to have little boy c****.”

The Author has been forbidden from publishing further chapters of Expat for the time being. She will resume if and when she is permitted to. From an article by Mark Franchetti, Sunday Times 25 Jan 2009.

As far as I can see she hasn't been threatenend with a spanking.

Ronnie
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Lady Barclay / Discipline is for the Master

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

''That was not my question and you know it,'' Lord Barclay's tone indicated some impatience, ''my question invited you to make a clean breast of things. Is it not true that you had your friends in attendance when the incident was reported, and is it not true that you allowed them to witness your interrogation and subsequent punishment of the boy from the open door of the adjoining room?''

''And is it not true, madam, that you humiliated the boy in addition to the thrashing you meted out, by probing his sexual experience making him answer questions totally unrelated to the matter at hand? In order to amuse, titillate and show off in front of your friends?'' His cane was tapping impatiently against his thigh, his temper was up, that she could see. But mercifully it seemed he was unaware of the act she'd had the boy carry out so exquisitely in his innocence and naivety.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is why Lord Barclay felt a need to discipline is wife.

Ronnie

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I'm going to get Spanked -

Because it's Chinese New Year!



















P was in a good mood this morning as he left for the office (his accounts were completed yesterday and our accountant has filed so its an annual headache out of the way - except for one small detail, a cheque has to be sent next week:)).

He said he didn't spank me on New Years Eve so, as it's Chinese New Year on Sunday, I'll be getting an extra one. This came quite out of the blue. We have Chinese partners in Qingdao, where they did the sailing events in the Olympics, so we're familiar with their holidays and traditions and today is their last day working until 2nd February but that doesn't have any bearing on me getting spanked.

Maybe P just feels like celebrating, perhaps I could persuade him that a quiet meal out would be more appropriate. Or better still spanked and then a quiet meal.

And better better still...... I thought to myself I normally get a maintenance spanking on Sunday, so does that mean I might get two? and a meal? Calm down Ronnie, one thing at a time.

Ronnie
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Discipline must be upheld

Hermione recently posted an interesting article about an English magazine which mentioned the whipping of young female servants in times gone by.
Here's a story, not really in sync with my regular posts but nevertheless you might like it. Have to point out its fiction, the focus is on a boy servant although the ladies are more than likely to get their bottoms warmed before the days out as you'll see.

I've made it a link as its a bit different rather than post the whole thing on this page. Enjoy.

Ronnie
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Spankez-vous francais

Browsing in an old bookstore at the weekend when we stayed with family in Oxford, I came across an unusual book, the images on the cover caught my attention and the title 'Jeux de Dames Cruelles' did nothing to diminish it. It was marked down to half price, the only copy they had and obviously no one was interested in buying it. Well I was and I got it for even less than the offer price which I was very happy with. It's full of black and white spanking photos and a few accounts from back as far as 1850, so the photo quality isn't always great but it's a wonderful book, I've copied a few of the photos for you. I love the old black and whites and that era in France...I think I missed my century.

Nice to see they took some time and trouble to prepare a girl

Surely it didn't take two girls to spank in those days?

This lady was obviously keen to make her mark on the poor recipient

And it looks like girls had daydreams in the 1850's too

Ronnie

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Pert Bottoms in the Saddle

Sunday morning woke late, it was almost 8am, warm and comfy, no probs sleeping in a strange bed.

Last night had been great fun playing Wii games most of the night with P's mom and family who we were staying with. I'd been a tad overly chirpy apparently, induced by wine according to P, dancing around mildy provocatively, pushing my best feature (he says) in P's direction while playing tennis, even my golf swings caused me to practically fall into his lap. We'd all gone to bed tired, happy, perhaps a bit tidily, I'd flopped under the duvet naked, usually I wear knickers or sometimes pj's if it's really cold.

Its late said P, they'll all be up before us, but I couldn't hear any activity going on. You showering first? he asked. Nnnnn.. I snuggled closer to him, I know what I'd like to do. No chance of that, he said, too much noise and besides you were a naughty girl last night, as his hand brushed against my thigh and lingered as he realised I was naked. Naughty girls get spanked, but that's too noisy as well, his hand caressing its way across the front of my thigh, tickly, slow, sensitive. I ought to be giving you a taste of what someone should have have given those two girls yesterday afternoon, they were decidedly naughty too. What on earth...? I asked wondering where he was going but happy to indulge him as long as his hand kept working away. You remember, the two riders who held us and several other cars in a queue for at least 10 minutes on the lanes.

(I did remember, they were riding two abreast which was quite ridiculous, then when they got into single file they weren't controlling their ponies properly, then they ignored a couple of pull-ins where they could easily have took a break and let some traffic pass....we'd had to put up with their pert bottoms jiggling along in time with their ponies well groomed flanks for almost a mile. Arrogant backsides, which would benefit from a taste of their own riding crops, P had said at the time).

Oh those two girls, I said, and would you be meting out this taste of the riding crop by any chance? You can be sure of it, said P, I'd have them return to their stables, unsaddle and rub down their ponies, then have each one in turn sit on one of the saddles and bend right forward as far as they could stretching their jodhpurs tight across their bums.......his hand's working its way between my legs now..... And I'd teach them some road manners. Ooh and how exactly would you do that? ....his hand has discovered my wetness now.........I'd bring the crop down across their bottoms. Hard............his fingers are kneading my mound........How hard? I enquire with indecent interest......... Hard enough to teach the naughty madams to be more respectful......I didn't hear any more because his head went under the duvet and his mouth took over from his fingers, and I started coming and bunched the pillow into my mouth to muffle my cry........I came, it was unexpected, it felt naughty and it was delicious.

Then we definitely did hear noises people moving about, P went for a shower. I lay a few minutes longer, thinking about those naughty riders and wondering impossibly if we had room for a pony.

Driving back home in the afternoon sunshine the lanes were uncluttered, perhaps someone had taken those two girls to hand after all, I mused.

It was a lovely weekend.

Ronnie
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PHEW! Off the Hook

P had to go to a meeting yesterday so he couldn’t take me to task over that wet spanking photo I posted but today he tried to expose my face to show me how easily it can be done.

In fact he tried a number of times, was getting quite frustrated (he doesn't like it when something doesn't work), even popped round to the office next-door for some advice but still couldn’t do it, I asked him if he was using the right software, wouldn't he need something specialist? ………..he looked at me sternly but didn't comment.

Eventually he gave up; he couldn't restore my face but he was still sure it could be done, he'd seen it on a Crimewatch police programme or something. Anyway he conceded he wasn't having any success, I looked suitably concerned and asked him with as much seriousness as I could muster if he thought anyone from Crimewatch might be trying to unmask me, he looked bewildered for just a moment and then we both ended up laughing, it was funny but I do know there was a serious side to it all and I told him I won't be posting any more face shots, even if I have disguised them.

So the good and the bad news……….

Good news – I didn’t get shut down, the picture stays up there and I can post more just be sure no more face images.

Bad news – I didn’t get the spanking that was hanging. It was one I would certainly have deserved and maybe was secretly looking forward to. I was getting quite tingly thinking about it.
Anyway this is a good outcome and all's well.

Ronnie

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Definitely Trouble Brewing

Prior to Dec 2008 I could count on one hand the number of times I've been actually punished.


Once when I pretended to leave, it was a really stupid thing.
Once at home/office on a barbecue weekend.
Once when son started university.
Once on a New Years Eve which I wrote about recently.
Once in Gambia on holiday with friends (this was 50/50).

Spread over 20 plus years, that's about one every five years, all other spankings (and goodness knows there have been many) being labelled and packaged to suit the time, mood, place etc but all containing a pleasure aspect even when they've been hard. Punishment, without getting too bogged down here, is different in as much that it's spontaneous, there's no expectancy nor delivery of pleasure, it hurts differently physically and emotionally and it is inevitable.

That was until Dec 2008 when I definitely got punished, in connection with my blog. I posted about it to you guys, got quite agitated, pondered, almost brought up with P, prevaricated, mellowed, decided to run with it as it was in its own way, afterwards, quite thrilling and there was a definite intuition there could be more to come. Well it's only a few weeks later and I think............ there's definitely trouble brewing

It's late afternoon and he's seen my 'wet spanking' post. shit shit shit.....why didn't I delete it, then again why should I, I did use the editor to blot out my face and the story was all true so what's the harm.

That's not the point at all, he said, those images can be unravelled, something about removing the layers and restoring the original image, he'd do it and prove his point. What?? so I've been uncovered? you guys know who I am? I mean I honestly wouldn't mind except business and family.... well... I think perhaps not.
I'm sorry P, I didn't realise that could be done, please know that.

I'm sure he does know that but he said he's going to show me tomorrow how easy it is, and then I'll realise how foolish I've been, he'll deal with the matter appropriately, after which he'll have me remove my photo and that will be an end to it.

Wow! there was no mention of shutting me down. I think he's being very good about it, I hope I haven't compromised us in any way I would never do that, I think I'll deserve the 'p' word if that's what happens. I'm remorseful. Apprehensive. Excited. And grateful for having a husband who hasn't just gone through the roof.

Ronnie
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PS - No it isn't me.

Trouble Ahead

Second week back after the holiday.

I think there's trouble brewing. We've still got quite a bit of post, messages and ongoing business to pick up on, plus P's been talking with our accountant who wants to file last year's accounts well before Jan 31 deadline so they need to be finalised. With so much to do I was surprised when he asked me how the blog was going, he hadn't had chance to take a look at it for ages, he pulled it up on his laptop and smiled as he speed read the last entry. Then he noticed 'wet spanking' in the archive, that sounds interesting he said, I'll take a look later.

No no no, no need, its boring, I sent thought messages to him, wondering if I should delete it before he got chance to see it. It's the one where I posted a photo of me, which he'd told me not to but I'd still done it (with the face blotted out). The one I thought might get me closed down or cause the 'p' word to surface again.

Well I can handle the 'p' word, I told you about it before Christmas, if punishment weaves its way more frequently into our relationship I can handle it, even embrace it, I'm a big girl and it was kind of sexy that last time. But I can't handle being shut down, that would be suitcases at dawn, separate rooms, new laptop yes that's an idea I'd go out and get one of those dinky little 10'' screen ones I could tuck it into my handbag:). Anyway he hasn't looked yet, might even forget. We'll see.......

Ronnie
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Working Girls

So what's this got to do with telephone boxes you ask?Well it was taken from one of those lovely old British red telephone boxes, along with lots of other buisness cards from girls advertising various.. er.. stress relief services.

The phone boxes are almost non existent these days, being replaced with modern plastic bubbles and mobiles of course, but I found an article which showed loads of different cards which had been taken from the old boxes, I just chose a few of them.


Apparently contact cleaning staff and repair men used to turn a blind eye to the cards, which were taped or blu-tacked to the wooden board which the payphone was mounted on.



Here's a selection of them below:-





I couldn't help thinking what would I put on my card if I was so minded as to want to place one and I came up with this, with the help of photo-ed.

I showed the card I made to P, he laughed. ''They're supposed to pay you, not you pay them,'' he said.

Oh dear, I wouldn't make much money. But then there's the job satisfaction............



Ronnie

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Office discipline

P said we need to take a more disciplined attitude towards business now all the holiday festivities are over and it's back to the grind.
I know what he meant but I couldn't help thinking of other sorts of office discipline. The mind boggles.............

Ronnie
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Fine weekend

Just a quick post as first real day back at work, lots to do and I dont want to get spanked, well not just for now. After Friday, Saturday and my yummy maintenance spanking yesterday my bottom needs a rest. It's a little on the tender side I noticed in the shower this morning, and still has a pink hue to the flesh. P thinks my bottom is at it's best when it looks this.

Said I would post a pic of the paddle he used on Friday. He tells me bought it a while back from Leatherthorn Paddles (John), dark horse that he is, and kept it under wraps. What a waste! I thinks its lovely, didn't quite feel like that on my bottom.

Ronnie
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Padded seats

I said I'd do it and I did, and it certainly worked.

Came back from shopping this afternoon, I went upstairs, fished out what I was looking for from P's drawer, you can see it's a small towel with a very clear message on it, it came with the pre xmas cane-iac delivery but P hadn't given it to me but I knew it was in his draw as I'd seen it. I stripped off and lay on the bed with the towel strategically positioned.

P called after a few minutes wondering where I am, Oh just trying to sort something out, could do with your assistance actually, I say.

Up he comes and into the bedroom, I'm lying on the bed, I've even placed his mobile on the pillow hoping he might take a pic for me.

I certainly had been VERY naughty, he was in no doubt about that, and VERY naughty girls get spanked VERY hard. Music to my ears. First he did the decent thing and obligingly snapped me with his mobile, then he took me into our little spare room office which is at the back of the house and noise doesn't travel, put me over his knee, I was totally naked, he told me he wouldn't have me brevitting in his drawer... SMACK... SMACK...he was going to give me the towel anyway but when he decided to....SMACK SMACK.....and I'd have to learn to respect little privacies.....SMACK....HARDER.....Ouch!......and not snoop about for my personal amusement....SMACK....dah dah dah...he'd warned me about this before and he was going to make sure...SMACK SMACK........Ooowww Please!!....I didn't do it again any time soon......SMACK....Ouch!! No!!.........well he spanked me long and hard, holding me with one hand spanking with the other, then alternating to give his hand a break. Unfortunately I didn't have a spare bottom to alternate, it went on for about 5 minutes and I was VERY satisfied my little towel ploy had worked like a dream; at the end he eased his grip and I lay there cooling down. Boy I was hot.

Then we returned to the bedroom and I ended up back on the bed but this time without the naughty towel over my bum, just his hands massaging, rubbing, kneading, working their way to where I had a different type of heat entirely now requiring urgent attention.......................which it got.

All I need now is a Sunday morning maintenance tomorrow and that will be a full set for the weekend Fri, Sat, Sun. Lucky girl, we're out for lunch tomorrow I can't remember if they've got padded seats.

Ronnie
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Friday unexpected spanking

I got spanked, it was unexpected, not the one I had planned. This was yesterday late afternoon.

P called me from the office, he couldn't find a file which he needed to answer a client who was going away on Saturday, I told him where it was but he said he'd looked and it wasn't there, OK said I, will pop in (we're only about 10 minutes from our office).

File found quickly, no problem, was just about to leave, P said come here, he sat me on his lap, said he knows I hadn’t been well and a little stressed with all the family and visits we had to make this holiday also our son going back to uni (who we wont see again until probably Easter) and that he thinks a stress relief spanking is very much needed. Oh yesssssss please I said to myself as my heart missed a beat

He got up and arranged two chairs in the middle of the office, I was told to stand at the side of him, he took my jeans down and gently guided me across his lap with my upper body resting on second chair (no problem of being disturbed, we share offices in a large building but nobody else working today), his hand lightly rubbed my pantied bottom, it sent shivers all over me, I could feel stirring between my legs.
I think this may hurt a little as you haven't had one for a while, he said, as his hand was patting each cheek slowly one at a time, now I was really shivering inside with excitement. Then he stopped and reached way back and grabbed something from his desk drawer, 'It’s a new toy I bought, I was saving it but I think it's needed now' he said. Ooh I love new toys.

He lowered my pants and stroked his new toy over my cheeks by way of introduction, from one to the other, it feels smooth, cool, quite nice actually, I liked this new toy, what is it I asked. He starts patting each side of my bottom with it, mmmmmmmm nice, gently, then a little stronger, I really do like this, this went on for a little while, it felt good to be over his lap again.

The introduction over, he stopped and again rubbed my cheeks with his hand, then his grip tightened on my back and then it happened the new toy came down hard on my bottom, I jumped, I felt his hand steadying me, again it came down, I swear it was harder, in no time I was wriggling, squirming and telling P it hurt, it stung, , no, no, no what the hell is it (don’t like this new thing after all), don’t know how many times it hit my bottom but it was enough to become well acquainted.
Finally P stopped and gently rubbed, 'I think that was what you needed,' he lifted me back on his lap, 'I hope you feel better now'. I certainly did. He showed me what he had used, Ohhhhhhh that's lovely it was a tan leather paddle with a beautiful rose embossed into the business end (posta pic when I get one). This beautiful new toy certainly packs a sting it's very different feel from that maple wood paddle he got from cane-iac. Much nicer I thought....but then again the sting hadn't set in yet.

Travelling back home in the car, I thought the title of Bonnie’s blog very appropriate, My Bottom Smarts. And it did.

So now I have a quandary. Its Saturday morning, he'll be back in a few hours, I was planning to get myself spanked I told you about it yesterday, should I be greedy and still go for it? I've already decided - YES. So all being well I'll get what a greedy and naughty girl deserves later. Then tomorrow being Sunday morning I might even make it a set of three, that would be a nice weekend.
Ronnie
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Spanking required

Well what can I say its the second day of the New Year and I haven't had a good spanking since the mid Dec punishment one, what with flu and everything over the holiday period, But I have a plan, family have all gone, no more visits, and our son drives back to Uni later tonight (I shall miss him, he caught my flu but he's better now).

P’s still in the office and I’m just finishing off the last of sons ironing, I think he must have bought his housemates washing as well as I seem to have been doing nothing else for the last week but that’s what moms are for.

When we had our parcel from Cane-Iac (you know he got that lovely maplewood paddle and used it on my bottom), there were some other items, there was a fun item which I'm hoping will get me a spanking, a teddy bear, which he gave me and you've seen, and another item which I did take a peek at it (P doesn’t know)but I'd rather not mention it for now, I'm hoping P may have forgotten it but elephants don't forget. No, P isn't an elephant, it’s something I’m not in a hurry to have on my bottom.

Stop by again, keep your fingers crossed for me, I've located the fun item I intend using, it's in Ps drawer, and I'm planning to use it tomorrow.

Happy New Year

What more can I say

Ronnie
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