His Lordship's Rules

Depending on what time your reading my post, I could be sitting in a Ryanair workhorse en route to Spain or already in Girona, Barcelona or somewhere in between.

Here's a small picture post from my 'reserves.' I was going to post the final part of the Riding School Story, where Miss Robbins goes back to the Riding School for her lesson, but as my scheduled posts don't always seem to work I thought safer to leave that one until I get back. Of course if this scheduled post doesn't work, sorry. But then again if it hasn't worked, I'm talking to myself anyway. Does that make sense? Well when I get a wifi connection I'll know.

In any case hope you have a wonderful weekend, I think we will and I hope I shall be able to report a spanking or two.

His Lordship's Rules.....

The kindly Butler and his wife seemed so nice that Mary accepted the job in spite of the unusual uniform requirements.

The boys wore buttockless trousers and the girls wore buttockless dresses if they were hostessing and butockless tights with short skirts if they were carrying out domestic chores.

His Lordship's rules. And his Lordship was a stickler for rules.

Her first evening, an art review, was being held in the ballroom for 500 hoity toity guests and Mary felt very nervous about serving drinks with her bare bottom on display.

She'd never been patted and pinched so much in all her life but the tips were very good and everyone seemed most kind.

But she was shocked later to discover that His Lordship's penchant for well displayed bottoms extended to practical matters of a disciplinary nature.. When she passed the drawing room on her way to bed she saw through the part open door 3 of her colleagues and one of them was being held over a large desk receiving what looked like a caning.

Mary hurried to her room.

See you Tuesday.

Ronnie

xx