Ronnie's Birthday

It was my birthday on Saturday and was the first time in as long as I can remember (that's not strictly true, I can remember back to pre-teen birthdays and I definitely wasn't spanked on them) and I wasn't spanked on my birthday.

What a state of affairs, Ronnie not getting spanked on her birthday, can't be true. But sadly it was.

Not because I didn't want one or that P wasn't prepared to, but our son and a friend were in the house all day so P said he'd open the office and deal with me there. I was in his car double quick but when we got to the office there were two lots of people already there; one a regular tenant catching up work and the other a new tenant who just moved in on Friday and they were still moving office furniture in. That's is so unusual, I'd say only a very few weekends out of any year do we get people working on Saturdays, just my luck my birthday was one of them. Still had a wonderful day though!

So being as I wont be able to share an actual current birthday spanking post, I'll humbly submit one P gave me a few years ago and still one of my favourites. No sex involved just a plain lovely spanking.

Some older (sorry, make that loyal) readers might even remember it, I certainly did and still do.

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Yeah, your truly, it is me, and one of the very occasions I'm likely to share a shot of my derriere with the world (yes I have again since this post:)) but it was a memorable and totally unexpected. My birthday actually and I got roses, two bunches in fact, one of which went into a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking.

Now let me explain. This was out of the blue to me but P had obviously thought it out, the roses were the ones without thorns so no worries there and the stems were long and supple. Stripped of a few leaves (to cut wind resistance P said) and held by the petals end they made a birch-like spanking implement, still wet from their wrapping, formidable I can assure you with hindsight; though being roses and my favourite flower, they did not appear so at the time, prior to use and I had a whole new regard for roses after.

In fairness P gave me the choice - hand on bare bum OTK or Roses on bare bum OT leather sofa arm. I love OTK but couldn't resist the roses. A minute later I was wishing I hadn't, an hour later I was glad I had. No idea how many strokes I got but those stems hurt they really did, and then P stopped and turned them round and started spanking with the petals end, which was bushier but with lots of tiny little stems which stung. Now, having no history of roses spankings to compare with I'd had no idea how effective they would be, or that some of the stems would break, or that my bum would be stinging so wickedly evenly all over, or that I would end up covered in rose petals, which P said looked lovely and snapped on his phone to show me later, hence the photo.

So what about the birthday sex that followed? Well it didn't. What followed was me clearing up loads of petals from the sofa especially down the back of the cushions, and both of us going back to the office to finish some work which had to be out by the end of the afternoon. And an hour or so later, sitting on my swivel chair with a bum still radiating heat, I thought how nice it felt and wondered if it would last till we went out to eat later. I hoped so. If not, well there was always that second bunch in the vase.BTW - his photo doesn't tell the truth, my bum was MUCH redder than that, I think the light affected it.

Ronnie

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