'Yes you will Kate'

Kate will not promise to 'OBEY' Prince William in her wedding vows today but I've heard a little rumour that he has different ideas for after their wedding.

Wishing the couple a long and happy life together.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

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Just Because

You know on Monday I posted the little snippet I found in the Sunday Times Style magazine. Nothing about spanking, not involving me anyway, and that's because I hadn't been spanked since whenever, in fact I think I was beginning to forget what it felt like, well that's what I was going to tell P. But in the end I didn't need to.

I had been good, you see, right over the Easter weekend. No really, I had been genuinely good. I had several opportunities to be otherwise but I just didn't take them. No tantrums, no sulks, no contriving to get spanked, I was even kind to his mother when she graced us with her company Sunday evening and I volunteered to take her shopping Monday morning, which I duly did.

Yet still there I was over P''s lap Monday afternoon getting a spanking, my first of the day. He'd called me in from the garden where I'd been tidying some borders.

'I was just watching you,' he said, 'doing all that bending and stretching and thinking to myself what a nice spankable arse you've got.'

Then he took me by the upper arm, through to the lounge, sat on the sofa and hauled me across his thighs which were bare as it happens because the weather was lovely and he had shorts on. Then he spanked me. He didn't take my trousers down, they were thin anyway, the light summer cotton type I think they came from Gap. But he spanked hard and I felt the blood rushing to my nether region as well as my face and it was delightful. And I was able to shout a bit because our son had gone into town and our neighbours were away for the weekend. Then after he'd spanked me he told me to get up and go on back to my borders, he'd be out later after he'd finished some mail. The nerve of the man! And I didn't even ask at any point why he was spanking me. I mean I had been a good girl.

I did go back to my borders but, first, I popped upstairs and removed my knickers. Yes you heard me correctly, well It was hot! I was too. After about half an hour P came out with two mugs of tea and settled into a garden chair. He had a newspaper with him but he didn't read it, he was watching me instead, I could feel his eyes on me as I exaggerated every little bend and stretch wondering if he'd notice that the bottom he'd just spanked was now sans knickers. He did and I heard the wicker chair creek and knew he was getting up, I didn't look round, just carried on weeding my weed-free soil and bending my backside lasciviously towards him. Then I felt his hand on me, you can imagine where. 'What sort of naughty girl comes out to tidy up her garden without any knickers on? What would the neighbours think? I think you'd better come inside.' It didn't need an answer and I didn't need telling twice, although I gulped when P stopped to borrow a garden cane from a plant pot, wiping the damp soil on the leg of his shorts. His intention was plain and I felt butterflies but I mean, I had been a naughty girl this time.

I was shortly staring at the same patch of carpet I'd been studying less than an hour earlier. I still had my trousers on but then I felt P's hands at the waistband, then the button, then the zip and then they were down to my thighs and I let out a whimper and shuddered at the same time. Then the little telltale swish which you're just about aware of before the sting of the cane sets your bottom alight. Then, on this occasion anyway, hardly time to gasp or cry before the next stroke and the next. Six in all.

'Ooh god, P, you caned my bottom, why did you do that?' I asked trying to sound shocked.

'I told you, because you were naughty. And just because I wanted to. And now there's something else I want to do.'

And he did, after bending me over the arm of the sofa with my trousers at my knees and I loved it and made so much noise it frightened me. And I'm sure one day I'll die of a heat attack from such an impromptu session. And I'm sure it won't be a bad way to go.

Afterwards he told me put my knickers back on, make myself respectable on and come and sit outside. When I joined him he'd made two fresh mugs of tea, he's so thoughtful.

Ronnie

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Bawdy Goings-On

How are you enjoying the long weekend? We've had a busy but enjoyable one visiting family and dinner with friends.

This picture caught my eye last night, it was in the Sunday Times Style Magazine (can't link the article as it's subscription only) but the gist of it is the wealth of pornographic literature stored at St. Andrews University where Prince William and Kate met. It's pretty ribald stuff with tales and drawings of all sort of erotic goings on in sex clubs going back as far as the Georgian period and of which at least one of Prince William's ancestors was a member.

I won't shock you with some of the things they used to get up to but you can see from the sketch which accompanied the article that spanking featured prominently. One particular "Gentleman's Society" was founded in 1732. It's always nice to know TTWD has some history and some blue blooded connection too.

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OK then I will shock you with one extract, and this is exactly as reported in the article: One particular evening is described, after naked village girls had posed on tables and porno texts had been read and toasts made from lewd drinking vessels... finally the club president would open the wooden case containing the mannequin's head to reveal a motley wig that, according to club tradition, had been woven from the pubic hairs from Charles II's many mistresses. At the climax of the evening, the boozed-up and merry members would gather around a table. There they would masturbate on the club's fine pewter plate, known as the test platter. As the club minutes put it laconically on one occasion in 1737... "24 met...All frigged."

Well maybe not shocking by today's standards but in 1737.....

Ronnie

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Easter Eggs

Happy Easter Weekend

Picture from Chicago Spanking Review

Enjoy the holidays.

Ronnie

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Lovely Black and Whites

Are you looking forward to the long weekend ahead? I know I am.

So for your enjoyment lets start it off by taking a look at some lovely vintage black and white photos (yes I know but I do love the spanking black and whites.)

Whipped for his pleasure

Prepared for her punishment

Held down for her whipping

Birched in the cellar

Maid spanks her Mistress

Amusing

P. Fusty drawing

Old English Boy's school caning (not sure where this one came from

I know not B&W but made me laugh

Enjoy.

Ronnie

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Photos from Sensualwriter & Vintagespank

Made Me Smile

From a 1954 issue of Life Magazine.

Some things never change.

Ronnie

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Nuestra Actividad

Why did my husband say 'Nuestra Actividad', I wondered. Not that I mind him saying it, in fact I find it quite sexy when he says things in Spanish, he even sounds Spanish when he says it (works against him on occasions because real Spaniards think he's much more fluent than he is and he can't always keep up especially if there's a dialect).

Anyway he said it, muttering to himself, shortly after listening to a podcast interview with some CEO. Then he muttered 'Treatment of Slags' followed by 'Scrubber' and my ears really pricked up. Was he referring to moi, us, 'our activity'? Was he looking for a bit of roleplay, I mean I can do slag and roleplay if I'm given a bit of notice.

Photo from MarQe's Study

But no it was none of those things. It was all to do with copper mining, he explained, and the site he was researching was in Spanish which google automatically translated (badly) into English. P said they've got a long way to go yet, he sent me a little chunk of the translation, I see what he means.

Treatment of slags:

The Iron silicate obtained in the flash furnace and converters are process in an electric furnace to reduce the copper of 2 and 6% respectively, less 1%. The matte obtained is reintroduced in the production process, while the iron silicate final market.

Thermal refining and casting of copper:

This process removes oxygen and sulfur are still dissolved in the blister copper. For this there are three refining furnaces. Then the copper is cast into the anode using two casting wheels.

Scrubber:

Gases with SO 2 from the foundry are sent to the Money Laundering Section of the acid plant to remove dust entrained in the process.

Sulfuric Acid Production: blah blah blah...

No roleplay then, ah well.

Ronnie

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Spankedhortic is Back

Our friend Spankedhortic's old blog has been deleted (not by him.) The whole kit and caboodle just wiped out without warning but he's already back up with a new Wordpress blog SPANKEDHORTIC II. Make sure you add it to your blog roll and pop over and give him some encouragement.

Thanks.

Ronnie

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Corporal Punishment

There was a programme on BBC the other week, part of a series about crime and punishment, I spotted the one about corporal punishment and tuned in expecting it to be entertaining. It was but no really salacious twists in fact only a couple of references by psychologists about sexual undertones where certain types of corporal punishment had been administered. What surprised me was the frequency with which it was used in schools, boys and girls, and the resistance from teachers and parents to its gradual withdrawal. Some of the interviews and accounts were funny, it was finally an EU directive which led to it being banned.

I googled for accounts of school punishments, there are rather a lot including some from 'reform' schools which were particularly harsh and there are lots which are obviously exaggerated beyond any possible credence. Here's a plain simple one I found in the Experience Project:-

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...my legs were shaking as I stretched myself over the desk. It was wide and I could only just reach the far edge with my toes on the floor, I still had my shoes on and felt ridiculous, it was not at all the way I'd imagined it when I'd heard of others getting it. I tried to make my grip as firm as possible and closed my eyes tight shut. I felt Mrs Tyler lift my shirt tail up and pull down my pants.

Oh christ this couldn't be happening.

I was concentrating so hard that I didn't notice any further movement by Mrs Tyler. Time was suspended then, suddenly, my bottom exploded in pain. It wasn't a line of pain it was my whole backside ablaze. I squirmed over the desk, holding on desperately, determined not to earn extra strokes. The awful smart got worse and worse. I still had three to come. Tears were squeezing out of my shut eyes. I had to be brave.

This time I heard Mrs Tyler move and tried to tense myself. The cane thrashed down again, and the awful pain in my rear went to a new level. I yelled out in agonised protest, trying to let the teacher know how much she was getting through to me but I'm sure she knew.

I held on although all my instincts were yelling at me to stand up and hold my poor backside. The third stroke landed lower than the first two, whether intentionally or not, it whipped across the tops of my thighs and stung like the devil. I screamed at the top of my voice and writhed over the desk. Somehow I managed to stay down and channel all of my efforts into holding on, but I was sobbing by then, no more pretense at being brave, as I awaited the fourth and final stroke.

Mrs Tyler kept me waiting for what seemed a long time, perhaps she enjoyed the sight of me sobbing over her desk my poor backside bouncing up and down trying to dissipate some of the sting. Finally it came. A whopper across the centre of my bottom. I howled out in pain again but kept my position.

The senior mistress kept me bent over like that for about a minute or so, crying, my bottom flooded with pain. Finally, she patted me on the back and told me to stand up. I can still remember my relief knowing it was over. I stood up slowly and I pressed both hands to my poor injured bottom, the embarrassment and humiliation coursed through me as I stood in just my blouse and shoes while my punisher returned her cane to the cupboard and then sat casually on the edge of her desk next to where she'd caned me.

"Uniform back on then."

This took a while, given the painful state of my posterior, my knickers and skirt were tight fitting and felt even tighter now. I could feel one particular mark, the one not being covered by my knickers as the others were, I thought it was swelling. Eventually I stood, still tearful, facing Mrs Tyler, waiting further instruction. My hands were carefully massaging my smarting rear, no point pretending it didn't hurt, she knew well enough.

Mrs Tyler passed me a box of tissues. She warned me to behave myself in future and told me that if I hadn't liked the cane from her I wouldn't like it any better from the headmaster and that's where I'd end up if I was caught fighting again. Then she dismissed me and told me to be sure not to dawdle going straight back to my class.

I walked unsteadily from her room and resisted the urge to stop at the cloakroom, she'd said straight back to class and that's what I did and of course all the others knew what had happened to me, I supposed my tear stained face and awkward attempt to sit naturally were dead giveaways. I just wanted to open the lid on my desk and hide my head in it and cry.

The incident led to better behaviour, I never got into the kind of trouble that could get me the cane again.

Ouch!

Ronnie

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Calling all film spanking buffs

Anyone help a girl out with these two pictures

Are they both from films?

Frontier Gal - Yvonne de Carlo - Rod Cameron

Look for the Silver Lining - Gordon MacRae - June Haver

Thank you to everyone who stopped by yesterday, really appreciate it and especially to the lovely Erica for naming the films and the actors in the second picture and to Mickey for names of the couple in the first picture.

Thanks.

Ronnie

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Well Bugger Me

Yes I though that might get your attention. Its an expression used in the the UK, inoffensive really, to express surprise, and nobody bats an eyelid when its used.

I was skimming through some free extracts (cheapskate me) of some Excite e-book releases and found the word bugger used in an altogether more shocking context but which, nevertheless, had me shuffling in my seat. I'm not a prude, you know that, but there's something about the word, when used in books like these, which makes me blush even if I'm alone.

So I picked up the Concise Oxford (yes a real, thick, old fashioned dictionary, it seemed more appropriate than Google) to get the lowdown on this titillating word.

Bugger - (1) a person who commits buggery. But why use a word like 'commit'? Why not practises or enjoys or performs? So I looked up commit.

Commit - (1) to carry out or perpetrate (mistake, crime or immoral act). Ah now we're getting somewhere, the dictionary is choosing words which infer wrongness. I searched further.

Immoral - not conforming to accepted standards of morality. Bloody hell, only an Englishman could ever have written this book. And probably a lawyer at that.

Morality - (1) principle concerning the distinction between right or wrong, good or bad. Hmmm. I still wasn't clear whether the Concise Oxford was telling me bugger was bad or not, I think it wanted to tell me bugger was bad but it knew really deep down that it wasn't always bad and that sometimes it might even be good, in a wicked bad sort of way of course.

Then I went back to the 'B's and found next word down 'buggery' and all it said was 'noun, anal intercourse'. Ah now there's plain talking and that is indeed what happened in the e-extract I was reading, it was preceded by a rather sound thrashing too. I told P about it later, he said he wondered if anyone would dare these days to give the impression that buggery was wrong when it was actually against the law to discriminate against those who practise it. However, said he (and this I didn't know), buggery had only been legal between males in the UK for about 30 years but it had always been legal between man and woman! Mine of information, my husband.

Ronnie

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London Working Girls - Tart Cards

Come and join me and we'll take another peek into my Working Girl's Tart Book.

Because all tart cards essentially retail the same product, many of the girls had to become inventive and persuasive with their vocabulary in order to sell their wares.

So the girls had to add a little humour and wit and you would frequently find expression in brief lines of poetry from chirpy rhyming couplets:

New number new place

Ring me now for the place!

If you're feeling rather randy

Always keep this number handy!

Or enticing invitations

Often girls would parody the phrase of popular adverts such as this re-working of a Heineken beer ad.

Our simple two liners. I like this one:)

Or the more menacing doggerels

Plain blank verse adaptations

Or just straight to the point

You can view more here.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

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Empress's Ivory Spanking Fan

Bawdy baronet's steamy love for Empress Insatiable.

Yep that was the actual headline that got my attention, it was featured in the Sunday Times, I had to read it, the photos are terrible and obviously old so sorry about that but I still snapped them. The Empress in question was Tz'u Hsi who apparently ruled China ruthlessly for 47 years until her death in 1908. The baronet in question was Sir Edmund Backhouse, who went to live in China and became the leading Sinoligist of his day.

The article runs through all sorts of decadent 'lifestyle' predilections of the day including male eunuchs, concubines and extended sex sessions fortified by birds nest soup and opium. Yeah all pretty mundane stuff, that's what I thought too then I found the bit about the spanking. Apparently, according to the memoirs of Sir Edmund (now retrieved from the Bodleian Library in Oxford), he was thrashed by the Empress using her ivory fan on his rear.

Well! I've encountered spanking in China myself on a visit there but I doubt it was carried out with an ivory fan. I asked P to mention the spanking Empress to his Chinese contacts and see if they'd heard any stories about her but he said no way, they'd think he'd gone mad, they still regard Mao as a hero of the people.

His memoirs 'Decadence Mandchoue' comes out this month. 'A unique and shocking glimpse into the hidden world of China's imperial palace with it's rampant corruption, grand conspiracies and uninhibited sexuality. '

Wonder if it's worth a read.

Ronnie

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He Gets Good Results

Did you have a good weekend?

How are my weigh-ins going, I hear you ask? Very well, thank you (what, you didn't ask and don't give a fig? well I'm going to tell you anyway). Last Friday I was bang on target. I think I tried harder during the week because the previous Friday when I hadn't shifted a pound, P said if I didn't make any progress I would get 18 strokes of our school cane. Well I made progress so no strokes. There, wasn't too painful was it?

Now a silly snippet, the girl across the road from us is having driving lessons, she's really nice well the whole family are actually, but I've winced on the two occasions I've see her start her lesson, she's stalled and then kangaroo jumped off down the road both times, I told P her instructor just sat there, I mean he's got dual controls, the least he could do would be to help the poor girl get away smoothly from her own house. P disagreed, he said everyone has to learn, the dual controls are just for emergencies. Then he said it wasn't a bad thing if she found it tough, she might quit and that would be one less woman driver on the road. How unkind! Good job I know his sense of humour.

Later I showed P this lovely little cartoon.

photo from Strict Uncle

I asked him if he thought it was the right way to proceed. He smiled and said 'Maybe in some cases, but then again if the learner were like you they might just keep failing.' Now I wonder what he means by that.

Out yesterday, Mother's Day, so catch up with you all soon.

Ronnie

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For all Kinky DIYers

Imagine what it would be like to actually have to go and cut these yourself first.

This bottom doesn't. Freaks me out if my whole head is covered.

Reminds me of the catapult son had.

I made this bootlace mini whip (it was one of the easy ones:)) and personally I think a handle of some sort is needed.

Truckers Knot - never heard of that one and can someone tell me what's an average sized bottom?

You can see more here and if anyone wants the instructions just email me

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

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