£20,000 to study....bottoms

It caught my eye in the weekend press, Sunday Times to be precise, and Sky News this morning. I like to add a bit of culture from time to time.

An artist working in South Wales has been given a £20,000 grant to study female bums. Sue Williams, the artist, apparently having already won several awards for her sketches of females in provocative poses, is the lucky recipient.

Her work looks interesting actually, not quite the conventional sort of erotic sketches we see from the wonderful spanko artists; obviously the Arts Council hasn't got round to considering their work yet, maybe someone should give them a pointer.

We visit South Wales from time to time, might take a look, I like galleries.

Ronnie

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Butts on the beach

My beach break is no longer an option. Boo! but I don't mind really, god I must be getting too grown up, haven't even turned it into an excuse to get spanked yet although there's still time for a mood to develop. If I thought we might encounter beaches like the one in the picture I'd stop looking, I mean really who'd leave their cigarette end on the beach?

We've also got stuff happening unexpectedly, I think I mentioned before we've got partners in China, two different regions, well one of them is going into the fashion business, unbeknown to us until a few days ago. That wouldn't normally make ears prick up except it coincides with my own new project and there will be some crossover of interests. Brilliant, so now we're in the process of getting some Italian products to send across to them and they're taking on some of our sourcing in China, which means we'll likely get better deals but more importantly communications won't be flawed as they speak fluent English.

Then we've agreed with a US company we'll be stocking their products, I'm really excited about that because they're lovely and they're very established and they don't have a nominated stockist in the UK! And I'm just a fledgling and didn't think they'd deal with me but there you go, don't ask don't get. I daren't mention the name even though I'd love to, P would go through the roof and definitely spank me..... hmm so the name is..........nah only kidding, can't mention. Not yet anyway.

Ronnie

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Never miss an opportunity, I say

There I was last night standing on a chair leaning right over the top of our freezer which I'd defrosted and was switching back on, the electric socket is in a stupid place. P came up behind me and swatted my backside, I knew he'd walked in so I didn't jump, he said to be careful standing on chairs, I should have asked him to do it so he could risk breaking his neck if anyone had to. Then he said on second thoughts it is an attractive position to find a dutiful wife in and swatted me a couple of time more for good measure.

Attractive position, eh, so next time I'm cleaning out cupboards or some other task requiring much bending and leaning I'll have to make sure he's at home, maybe do it in my undies, that should attract several swats to his dutiful wife and with a bit of luck relieve her from the drudgery of her wifely chores. I'm sure our cupboards would get sorted out more often and a sell-by date never be missed.

Ronnie

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Women do it better

''Women think that the Kama Sutra is an Indian takeaway. We are just not fluent in body language. Nor do we have the gift of the grab.'' So starts a tongue in cheek article by Kathy Lette in Saturday's Times. She bases her article at least partly on the decision by new owner of Erotic Review (Kate Copstick) to reduce female writers in favour of men. The whole article is quite funny and well written.

But is it true? Are we women lacking in the erotic communications dept, do men really do it better? Horses for courses, that's what I say.

Ronnie

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Would you work for free?

I read an article on the BBC that British Airways has asked it's 30,000 workforce if they would be prepared to work for free for up to a month.

So the company's hard up presumably, some directors have agreed to do it, okay they earn 00,000's per annum, but what about the staff who only earn very modest salaries with mortgages to pay kids to feed etc. Doesn't sound to me like a very professional way to run a company, if the management are so confident they can come out of this recession why don't they offer very attractive share incentives in lieu of salary to those able to help them out, that would sound more sensible to me.

Well would you? What would your answer be?

Ronnie

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Portuguese Men of War threaten my hols!

Spain warns of summer jellyfish invasion on Mediterranean beaches

Visitors to Spain's beaches have been warned of an influx of stinging jellyfish off the Mediterranean coast this summer says and article by Fiona Govan in Monday's Telegraph. Beware any of you guys heading that way, keep an eye on the kids and watch for the flags.

I don't read the Telegraph but I received the link in an email from P, apparently he'd seen something about it on Sky News too, all to do with global warming and the shoals of jellyfish coming close to shore. Now P does a lot of sea swimming but he doesn't like sharing with jellyfish, the reporter on Sky News said they wrap themselves round your leg and sting while you're trying to shake them off and swim at the same time, wary of course of swimming into the main shoal which would be a nightmare. One of P's friends got multiple stung last year had to seek medical attention and didn't swim for the rest of the holiday.

So what's all this got to do with anything? P said hold back on the sun-sand-sea booking, I'd got first refusal on a cancellation in Almunecar too which is lovely and remains 'Spanish', they still give you a free tapa when you buy a drink so theoretically you can eat for nothing but probably be drunk by the end of the evening. We both love the Med but he's a swimmer and it's part of his holiday and if the jellyfish flags are up only a fool would go in. So switch to the Atlantic, he said, no jellyfish there, Portuguese coast lovely at this time of year, but I haven't seen anything in budget so far and only a small timeframe to book. Anyway as they're called Portuguese Men of War wouldn't they be off Portugal too? Not at all, said P, the Atlantic's too cold for them now they've discovered the Med.

It could mean postponing till into the summer or even later but we might be too busy by then. Ah well that's life.

Ronnie

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Don't you think I look a bit pale?

All quiet here, well it has been, on the spanking front at least but that changed on Saturday. And the holiday front too,I got the green light to source and book a triple S (sun-sand-sea) break as he calls it at the end of last week, actually I prefer to think of it as quintuple S because sex and spanking better be on there too, anyway I was going to try and do it Sunday but I've got a limited time frame now because P told me Saturday afternoon he wants to go to an exhibition at the end of June and we've got some other commitments commitments early July, one of which involvehis mother which he didn't need to do in my opinion.

So Saturday P was at work doing a couple of hours, he always does invoices on Saturdays and usually makes a few client calls, to those he knows will be working. I was at home, jobs done, decided to try on my swimwear and to take a picture of myself, not that I don't trust the mirror anymore but I was going to send one to P and ask him how he thought I was doing, not as easy as I'd thought trying to find somewhere to balance a little nokia and setting it just right, I'd have been better with the digi but that's a hassle to transfer the pics. I took several terrible shots and then found just the right position so I took a few extras, a couple of naked shots one showing my bum with me pretending to smack it. I felt quite naughty doing it and decided to send that one to P, forget the swimsuit, I was into soft porn it was much more fun. I sent it to P with a message "Don't you think I look a bit pale" and I waited, it didn't take long.

''What do you mean with this are you OK'' he texted. ''Don't you think I'm too pale'' I texted back. My phone rang ''Are you alright, what does that message mean, are you feeling unwell?''. ''No, not at all, haven't you seen the picture?'' ''No, I can see it's multimedia but no pic showing, hold on I'll press edit instead of play...pause... Is that your backside?'' he enquired. ''Why are you disrupting me with rude messages? Haven't you got anything better to do, I'll be leaving in about half an hour you can tell me then.'' End of conversation.

Two minutes later, presumably the penny had dropped, I got a text ''If you mean does it look untanned, I'd say yes. I will correct very soon.''

He certainly did. I heard his car pull onto the drive and busied myself unconvincingly in the kitchen, he came in, pecked me on the cheek, ordered me upstairs to the bedroom and wait for him. When he came up he had my nokia in his hand, he told me to strip, I did. He came over, scrolled the recent images, showed them to me, really no need for that as I'd taken them but P likes a little drama. He asked for an explanation, I didn't offer one, just looked sheepish and found-out if that's a look. He told me to go into his office where he would attend to the matter of my pale backside and then add a considerably less pale image to my gallery.

He was true to his word and corrected the under tanning most effectively, choosing suitable words about rudeness, idleness, cheek, disrespect (Disrespect? I had to ask him about that one, he said I'd been disrespectful by inferring that he'd been falling down in his duties somehow, I didn't argue), pornographic etc.. while I wriggled and squealed uncomfortably across his lap. God I felt very tanned indeed by the time the spanking stopped, and P snapped me as promised. I think the paleness had gone completely.

Ronnie

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The Spanking Audition

Yes Sir

Now I'm not submissive. Or I don't regard myself as submissive. At least not in my general demeanour.

 

But I obviously submit to certain things with a certain person and find it perfectly natural and rewarding. But I've never bought a book about submission, until yesterday. Nearly.

 

I went into town straight from work, dropped someone at the station and walked in for a mooch round, some shops open a bit later on Thursdays. I was looking for a book our son had asked me to try and get for P for Father's Day which is coming up soon, couldn't find it in WHS but we've got a couple of smaller book stores which I hadn't been to in a while so off I went, one of them stocks used books too and it's a very diverse range. I didn't get the book I wanted but I did find this little gem, I just loved the cover, I couldn't buy it because I know the sales person on duty she lives not far from us, but I snapped it clumsily with my nokia after making sure the flash was off. Quick check on Amazon later and found it and several others by the same author.

 

OK I could easily buy it with a couple of clicks, but I'd rather go back to the store and buy the used version, not when our neighbour is on duty, even then I will have to push myself to take it to the cash desk, maybe the assistant will be male, maybe they'll know me even if I don't know them, it has a seedy feel to it. I'll probably chicken out and go for the clicks in the end but I'm going to wander past the bookstore tomorrow anyway and just peek in the window, see who's on duty.

 

As for the title, well I thought about that, I'm not really a Yes Sir person but then again the amount of times I say Yes.....

 

P: You know you you could have managed this better don't you?

Me: Yes  

 

P: And that I'm not happy with it/you?

Me: Yes

 

P: I'm not going to let this pass, I think you'd expect me to address the matter?

Me: Yes

 

P: You know what that means don't you?

Me: Yes

 

P: Then I think you'd better go to the bedroom and wait for me, hadn't you?

Me: Yes

 

P: And make sure you're facing the wall with your trousers off. I'll be up shortly and you know what to expect don't you?

Me: Yes 

 

P: Yes what?

Me: Yes, Sir

 

Maybe I could get into the Yes Sir mode after all.

 

Ronnie

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I had a dream

Those of you who read here know we are quite busy at the moment and in the middle of setting up a new business. Also that we're are planning to take a week off sometime hopefully this month, because once certain things are in place there will be a hiatus while we wait for stock to ship and then get down to databasing and photoing everything for e-commerce, which at the moment P insists he can build but in reality I think we'll be drafting in some professional help nearer the time.

Anyway I had a dream last night and we were both walking along the beach mmmmmmmmmm. No it's not me and P in the pic, goodness I'd probably get spanked if I even considered going to the beach in something like that.....after I'd already fallen into hysterics at the sight of my man's beachwear. Still, the dream was nice.

The warm weather's broken now, pity, I like blue skies and sunshine but have to admit its a lot cooler for working. This week P had to attend a 'driving rehabilitation' course, its a voluntary course offered by the Police to motorists who've been caught exceeding the speed limit, the course costs suspiciously exactly the same amount as the would-be fine but by taking it there is no licence endorsement. P opted for the course, he's not really a speeder actually hasn't caused an accident in 30 years of driving, he gets mad when cameras are placed in what he thinks are ridiculous places and more so when they activate at silly times when there's just absolutely no traffic or pedestrians about. He says people would respect them more if they took into account true road conditions at the time, surely with today's technology they could act more intelligently.

Ronnie

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Naughty little fiction

What a lovely weekend, weatherwise and all otherwise really, nothing major to shout about, or scream about, just relaxing and that's okay. I think a holiday got a bit closer but still not definite, we can't fix a date till after next weekend so I'm in suspense, pretty certain we'll organise something though.

I want to thank PK, New Beginnings for publishing a naughty little fiction of mine in her Fantasy Friday feature, I don't do fiction generally the thoughts are often there but they don't flow to the keyboard as easy as real life stuff, anyway I enjoyed writing it and actually the thought - the thought, mind you - of it really happening did appeal to me. Perhaps I'll send it to P and wait and see.

Ronnie

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