Men aren't so stupid

I know that's an odd thing to say, in fact probably the wrong choice of words but I've said it now. Why? Because ages ago, about 6 months actually, I went through a period when I was almost obsessed with getting P to, ahem, deal with me seriously. Or to put it a better way, to deal with me over some serious matter via spankings, real ones not erotic ones. I told you about it here and tried to talk with P but without actually using the words because I didn't want anything contrived. I ummed and ahhed, kind of skirted around it and hoped he's somehow read my mind for the bits I didn't say.

Where did it get me? Not far really, I did get spanked good and proper over that business regarding his mother, the same evening she came to dinner, and I deserved it but other then that I haven't really been 'dealt' with, maybe we know each other too well. So I asked him about it on Wednesday, we were in our little Italian restaurant the same place I tried clumsily to broach the subject before. How I did it was easy, ''Do you think we know each other too well for you to have to punish me from time to time?'' I just asked him straight and after a quick gulp of beer he told me ''Yes probably, why do you ask.''

So I told him how I'd been feeling that time (and still) and how I'd really had a thing about being punished very firmly but tried to get my message across subtly, too subtly. He surprised me by saying he knew, he'd been aware of what I'd been suggesting and he was perfectly open to it but in all honesty it just didn't happen all that often and it wasn't something he could do just to please me, if that's the effect it would have. In fact he noted with some amusement that, on the odd occasion when he had punished me he hadn't got the impression I'd been particularly pleased. Well I might not have been at the time, or at least I might not have been overtly beaming, but such occasions have always had an effect on me, particularly afterwards, and when I look back they are warm feelings not cold ones.

What do you want me to do then?'' he asked, hand on my knee. ''Spank me good and hard next time I do something wrong, tell me off and tell me I deserve a good spanking. And if I'm feeling brave enough or cheeky enough I'll tell you where to get off, I'll probably be rude to you, tempers may raise, and then I'll deserve it and you can give me what for.''

''But you've already burst the bubble by saying that,'' he said smiling. ''It doesn't matter, still do it, when it's right, you decide, even if it's weeks or months away. And make sure I remember it, don't stop till I'm in tears and begging you to and then go some more, teach me a real lesson. It'll be okay. I think.'' I smiled too.

''Hmm,'' was all he said doubtfully, ''we'll see. Are you having dessert?'' and that was it, subject over. So we'll see what happens but I thought about what he'd said, we do get along very well so it's not as if there's a genuine need for regular corporal correction, I think I'll have to help things along if it's going to happen but at least it's in the open and at least I know he'd already got my drift. Trouble is it probably won't seem spontaneous, ah well can't have it all ways.

Ronnie

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Shibari Japanese Bondage

Shibari

No, I'd never heard of it either but this photo in yesterday's press caught my eye. Apparently it's the art of erotic bondage as practised in Japan, and one of the country's leading and most controversial photographers, Nobuyoshi Araki, is including some of it in an exhibition called 'Revive' at the Michael Hoppen Gallery in London which runs 27 July through 09 September.

I googled to find out a bit more.....

This art form is still part of Japanese society. Japanese women see this art form as part of Japanese heritage and I can speak from experience. I asked a beautiful, twenty-three year old Japanese woman: “Would you let me tie you up?” She said to me: “Of course, but only if you are myboyfriend.” Click for more from this article.

Well my! How enlightened are the Japanese!

I'm in London for an exhibition (fashion not fetish) on 03 August, I asked P if we'd have time to pop in, we never get time for these kind of things, maybe we should stop overnight I suggested. No need, he said, we only need 3-4 hours max at the exhibition, grab a bite to eat and we'll be back by mid evening. Boring, P, I know we don't need to stay over, that's the whole point, mix a little pleasure with business that's what I say. I probably won't get a stay over though.

Ronnie

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The Longer the Harder

"The longer you make me wait, Mary, the longer and harder this is going to be.''

Well there's a dilemma, what would you do? I mean, the bath brush is pretty scary and especially after a shower. But if you delay you're going to get it even harder.

Thinks............more thinks.

OK I've thought.

''I just have a face pack to apply, my nails to do and I think my legs could do with a shave more often now its shorts weather and I'll be right with you, dear.''

That should take a good hour.

Ronnie

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Oh that looks stingy

In fact I can vouch it would be stingy because ages ago a florist near us was selling up and had a load of decorative 'twigs' going cheap, some of them in nice tall glass jars. P bought the lot including the jars, we never used the twigs for decoration of course, they were tested all sorts of ways, some wet, some in bunches of varying numbers, a couple of sturdy ones on their own.

They all broke eventually but they were fun and they do sting!

And before I go, the person receiving them in the picture looks suspiciously similarly attired to me on such twiggy occasions, in fact I could believe it was me except for the fact we don't have a checkered bed cover. Brings back yummy thoughts though, could do with finding a wholesale florist.

Ronnie

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Stress relief

Saturday P decided I needed a little light stress relief, son's at home and relief has been thin on the ground (and things going on but I wont bore you with them), thank god he's tuned to my needs. He didn't go into the office as he had a few jobs to do for his mom, son went with him, there was some shifting to do. He sent me a text telling me he would be back about 11.00 minus son, who he would leave to finish off and pick up later, that I needed some de-stressing and that I was to be ready, I sent a text back asking what he meant, I knew exactly of course, a text came back telling me I'd get de-stressed a lot harder for playing dumb.

I was to throw a few pillows into the middle of the bed, choose an implement and wait for him. P knows I hate when I have to choose, it sends all kinds of feelings, you know what I mean, I'd much rather he choose. Now I can be a little cheeky with P, playful might describe it better on this occasion, so as I was to choose, I chose the hand, we have one of those fun hand shaped fly swats (see previous post) so I put it next to the pillows and waited, I hoped he wouldn't be late.

I heard his key and heard him go into the lounge....minutes passed...... when he came into the bedroom he had a cup of tea with him so either he'd changed his mind about playing or he'd brought refreshment to sustain him through a long session, I preferred the latter option. He looked at the plastic fly swat and tutted, shaking his head in disappointment.

''Now what on earth sort of choice is that for a woman to present her husband with when she knows his intentions?'' I didn't get to answer, ''Well if you really want me to use that you'd better take your jeans off and get over those pillows.'' I got over the pillows more than a tad worried, he was calling my bluff, he pulled my knickers down and proceeded to spank me with the fly swat, I don't know whether he gave me fifty or a hundred swats because they're so feeble from that little toy it's hard to distinguish between them, anyway it was a few minutes worth and then he pulled my knickers up and went for his cup of tea. Shit shit shit! he'd put the ball squarely in my court, he'd used the implement of my choice, he'd pulled my knickers up, fait accompli, but I wasn't stress relieved at all! in fact I was getting stressed about that being the end of it. Quick thinking was required..............

I stayed over the pillows, ''Is that the best you can do?'' I mumbled into a pillow. ''What? What was that?'' he asked, I knew he'd got the gist even though I hadn't spoken clearly. '' I asked you a

question,'' he said sharply, he does genuinely get rattled when I don't answer him. I looked up from the pillow to face him and repeated myself clearly, at the same time putting on a look I hoped was a mix of disdain and challenge. He put down his cup of tea. ''Are you trying to be funny, there isn't much anyone could do with this,'' he said picking the fly swat up and splatting his palm with it, ''perhaps you wouldn't find it quite so feeble if your backside was tenderised first.'' P then sat on the edge of the bed, made me crawl over to him and get across his lap, he positioned me quickly and quite roughly so that my hips were over his left thigh my legs half on the bed toes just touching the floor, he wrapped his right leg over tightly securing my position, pulled my knickers down as far as they'd go and proceeded to spank me systematically, ten to one cheek ten to the other, then repeat. They were long strokes delivered from high and with his palm connecting fully each time.

Then he swapped to his left hand spanking with the palm in line with my body, his fingertips stinging the underside of my cheeks, gripping my thighs tightly with his right hand for effect. If it's possible to grin, grimace, sob and squeal all at the same time as struggling between a man's powerful thighs then that's what I was doing. P must have spanked for a full ten minutes with a few short breaks alternating between left and right hands, at the start his right hand had felt hardest but at the end I couldn't tell the difference, my whole bottom was an inferno and I was genuinely taken aback by how quickly and determinedly he'd dealt with me.

Then he told me to get back across the pillows in the middle of the bed. I thought I'd hear his zip any second and gasp with delight as he entered me forcefully from behind but that wasn't the case at all. ''So you thought that was the best I could do,'' he said picking up the fly swat again and climbing up beside me, ''let's see how well I can do now that you've had some of the cheek spanked out of you,'' and then, while he held me steady across the pillows, he gave me such a stingy five minute spanking from that measly plastic fly swat I was sure I wouldn't be questioning his spanking prowess any time soon.

After he'd taught me a lesson he pulled my knickers back up for me and picked up what was left of his cup of tea. ''Cold,'' he said, ''I'm going to make another, put yourself straight and come down, I'll make one for you too.'' When I got down he was sitting at the kitchen table, mug of tea in hand, mine on the table. I sat next to him on a very sore bottom and sipped contentedly.

Stress, what stress.

Ronnie

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20 of the best

Decided it was about time I took an inventory of some of our little toy collection, few were outdated, a few broken, some a tad too tame, these are all pretty good depending on the occasion and what's required from it.

Couple missing, not yet added my new 20'' ruler and a really long curly handle cane which P keeps at the office. He's there now by the way, with our son, trying to figure out if it's viable to photograph fashion items without employing a professional photographer. Did I ever mention P was tight?

I told P last night we need a couple of new toys but he said he's hardly using any of our current collection lately let alone new ones, and anyway he'd need to try all them out again before he decided what if anything was lacking. Chance would be a fine thing.

No.20 isn't really an implement, I included it to make up a round number,20, it could come in handy though when my stomach's doing somersaults and I really don't want to see what the next implement is going to be.

Ronnie

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Size matters

Size doesn't matter, or so we're always hearing, it's how you use the size you have that matters.

Maybe. But in certain circumstances I'm certain size could matter a lot, at least to me, mentally and most likely physically too.

Yesterday I went into Birmingham and met my old friend Jen for a couple of hours girl time, lunch and some shopping. I noticed Anne Summers had a sale on, it's not a place I frequent honestly because a lot of their stuff looks iffy, but I'm feeling a tad under-disciplined of late, due mainly to our son being back home, and my thoughts are laced with naughtiness. They say men have a sex related thought about every 2 minutes (by all means correct me on that if I'm wrong), I don't think women have the same kind of thoughts or the same frequency but they definitely have them, at least if I'm anything to go by.

Anyway after Jen and I headed our separate ways, I called into Anne Summers on the way back to the station and they had some 20'' wooden rulers at half price. Now I already have a 15'' ruler which I got from Coco de Mer in London and I've been taught a lesson on more than one occasion, but what would P say if I told him I didn't think his lessons had been entirely effective and I thought an extra 5'' might help him correct me.

Well I'd say he'd think I was being cheeky after he'd figured out what I was talking about. And provocative. And asking for trouble, which would not be a million miles from the truth.

When I get it I'll know if size really does make that much difference, and I'll let you know of course.

Ronnie

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PS Coco de Mer says 'Teach Me a Lesson' on the flip side, Anne Summers just says plain 'Spank Me'. I rather like both.

When in Rome (or L'Aquila), Mr Obama?

Good to see Barack Obama appears to have an eye for a fine bottom, I wonder if his lovely wife would approve, perhaps they have such a good relationship she'd just shrug it off.

This was taken last week at the G8 Summit in L'Aquila, Italy and displayed cheekily by the Times over the weekend with a covering article.

Notice the French Premier Sarkozy looking on approvingly, then again his wife has a history of displaying her bodily charms to various degrees, see the pictures below. Yep they are all France's First Lady Carla Bruni/Sarkozy also published by the Times in their Sunday magazine. In fairness she used to be a model. I doubt she'd open the door of the French President's official residence to greet guests these days with a cigarette hanging from from her mouth let alone the negligee. French chic?

Ronnie

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One's Royal Rump gets spanked by the President

I was belatedly reading one of the weekend newspapers supplements called News Review and one picture caught my eye, our Queen and Ronald Reagan, so I read on.

When Reagan was president, he and his wife Nancy were guests of honour for dinner on board the Royal Yatch, the Queen decided she would serve coffeee, which was most unusual. Now the article goes on to say that you would think anything the Queen offers you, you would gladly accept but no, when she asked Reagan if he would like a coffee, she was stunned when he replied, "No thanks. Do you have a decaff?" You would think that would have been affront enough but as the Queen immediately dispatched one of her flunkies in search of decaff coffee, Reagan reached out a hand and gently patted the Queen on the rump and said, "Thanks for taking care of that"

Apparently everyone held their breath waiting for her to exploded but she didn't, the Queen just smiled and said that's "perfectly alright, Mr. President"

Do you think Reagan was a spanko? Or could HRH have tendencies? Neither, it seems, were flustered.

Ronnie

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Brandy and a slippered behind

Nothing too unusual going on here, working with 2 hats on at the moment, one my fashion director hat and the other my recruitment dogsbody hat, well that's how it feels anyway. Actually our recruitment work enquiries have increased recently but P thinks it's a temporary blip and the new business is the one for me to concentrate on, I hope he's right. Tonight we're going to see the Eagles and I'm looking forward to it, P's brother and wife are coming up from Wales to join us.

Earlier this week I posted those girls on the beach with their sandals aside them, I got a couple of people refer to slippers in response so I googled to find out if sandals are synonymous with slippers and they are, beach slippers are on loads of web pages. I also checked the trusty Oxford Concise for slipper and it's noun use is 'slip-on light footwear', its yummy verb use is 'to beat with'. So that's that sorted. When I think of slippers I usually think warm, cosy, fireside, Christmas even, but now I've got the 'to beat with' thing in my mind too. Sounds rather wicked actually.

P's brother has real flame fires in his pub, I'm just thinking now, chilly Welsh evening, pine forests, roaring fire, brandy, freshly slippered behind. Stop it Ronnie you've got work to do.

Ronnie

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A little extra tanning?

Our weather has changed, heat wave gone. P's still confident we'll get away later in the year, he was going on about the sun, sand, blues skies, sea views..dah dah dah...can't beat it. So I googled a couple of pictures and called him over to have a look, ''Ah..cream on the cake'' he said.

''Yep, I like that one too,'' said P, ''in fact they've even left their sandals handy, perhaps they're hoping for some extra tanning."

I actually remember when P tanned me with a sandal once, it was a leather flat soled Jesus type sandal, he wore them as part of a Arab fancy dress costume and my goodness it made an impression.

Ronnie
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Spanked over an ironing board

Mrs M from The Good Wife, commented that a part of her anatomy (I think we all know which part) was getting a lot of attention from her husband and that it must be the summer heat. I think I would agree, I posted last week about P coming home and giving me a couple of swats.

Well last night I was busy doing my wifely duties, ironing to be precise. In he came, 'Ah the sight of a good women carrying out her womanly duties' he said and gave me a playful swat, he swatted me again and said have you ever been spanked over an ironing board, I laughed, don't be silly P you can't be spanked over an ironing board, it'd collapse. (Note about my ironing board - it has a rude cover, it's a man naked except for a towel, when it gets warm the towel dissolves to reveal his manly charms, makes ironing more bearable).

"We'll see about that," he said,and before I could offer any meaningful resistance he'd unplugged the iron, dropped the height of the board (I didn't even think he'd know how to, let alone do it so adeptly), guided me over the board and proceeded to spank me. To my surprise and relief it didn't collapse and when I was finally allowed up I noticed the man on the board still had his tackle showing, so I imagine I must have been radiating heat one way or another.

Ronnie

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Consensual Spanking Day

Todd & Suzy, Amercian Spanking Society have founded a day for us spankos. So July 3rd is Consensual Spanking Day. A day for us here in the community to stand together. You can read their post here.

Hope you all spread the word and have some spanking fun.

Ronnie

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