I quite liked respected it

Tonight, we'll be out at our local Italian eaterie, it's our favourite local, I've mentioned it before, small, good food, nice Italian music, not extortionate and he still gets bodies in so there's always a pleasant atmosphere, not like many of the establishments in town which are showing credit crunch fatigue.

I'm going to bring up spanking and its place in our relationship. I was going to do it before Christmas, after that time he spank-punished me to do with my blog, but I backed off. I haven't got some belated grievance to air, not at all, in fact quite the reverse.

I'm going to tell him I quite liked it (might change 'liked' to 'respected' or something), admired in fact, the way he took control on that occasion and put me straight. This will be done during main course, I will have built up to it during antipasti. I'm going to make it known that since I joined blog land I've read loads of stuff which has really got me thinking about some of the underlying values spanking can bring to a relationship, I mean apart from sex. This is true actually, I'm far more conscious of pleasures, frissons and intrigues aside from the sex and would like to explore them more. Without losing the sex that's a given.

I'll let it be known that as we have a strong relationship, I don't feel at all belittled if ever he feels, ahem, more often the need to put me straight. Mains will be cleared by now and I'll be wondering if another bottle of Montepulciano might help the words flow more fluently. I'll order a pudding for now. By putting straight I mean spanked..er..you know hard like you did, no warning, when I was sassy over my blog, I mean to say I trust your judgement and I know you were right that day, even though I was a bit upset at the time. If I can catch the girl's eye I think a second bottle might be a good idea. So I mean, if I get silly over the blog again, well you know. Or any other things, I mean I do trust your judgement and don't worry any upset will be shortlived. All the time not just when I'm cheeky over my blog. My hand's under the table on his knee and his hand has joined it. The girl has caught my eye, another bottle on the way.

I'll pass on to other things, dessert and coffees, sip the wine, probably leave half a bottle, they'll cork it for us, why not. He's got the message I think, we do have good intuitive powers, didn't want to spell it out too plainly, it would spoil it.

Then again if I underplay it I won't get what I want.

Ronnie

xx