A reminder of Ireland

I posted last week about P having to go to Waterford in Ireland. Well he did and no he didn't get to spank a stewardess.

P got back late Thursday night and on Friday was quite busy after being out of office a couple of days, then had his second and hopefully last appointment with his physio in the afternoon so we only got chance to talk about his trip over dinner. He said he wasn't sure what would come of the client meeting but hoped something would, it was a bloody long drive, his words not mine, longer than he'd thought from Dublin to Waterford and he forgot to take his satnav, the rental car didn't have one and the place was difficult to find. Anyway we'll see. He did enjoy a couple of pints of Guinness in the evening, he says it always tastes better in Ireland, and the hotel was nice.

After dinner I cleared away while P went upstairs to shower, when he came down I asked jokingly whether he had brought anything back for me as a reminder of lovely Ireland. "Of course,'' he said, ''I've just unpacked my overnighter and left it on the bed". "Ooh P really, I wasn't expecting anything, I didn't think you'd have much time, thanks" and off up stairs I went.

A few minutes later I came back down. "Are you sure you left it on the bed, couldn't see anything except your shirt and pants and this garden cane". P was grinning from ear to ear, "That's the reminder,'' he said," "a garden cane reminder.''

''I don't understand," I lied, even though the penny was dropping. ''Well come upstairs and I'll remind you.'' So he took my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom, threw his laundry on the floor and told me to lie face down on the bed and proceeded to cane me with it, not hard I might add.

''Now do you remember?'' he asked. ''No, I think I need a little more reminding.'' So off came my jeans and he caned me with it some more, ''Now do you remember?'' I did remember, P used a cane from a potted plant to spank me last time we were in Ireland, but I wasn't going to let him know too soon. ''No, you'll have to jog my memory a bit harder.'' So next my pants came down and he got on the bed next to me so he could hold me in place while he increased his reminders. Eventually, with a smile on my face, I admitted remembering. ''Well you'll also remember what happened after I'd caned you then,'' he said as he removed his trousers. Welcome home P!

He told me later he hadn't stolen the cane from one of the hotel plants, he'd bought it from a hardware store in Waterford, in fact he'd had to buy a bundle but he dumped the rest in a rubbish bin. He told me I should keep it in my underwear drawer, it was just the right length and weight for bedtime use.

As souvenir gifts go I have to say P's ideas are not exactly the norm but think I rather preferred it to a leprechaun.

Ronnie

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