Pussy Spanking in Paris

I bet you've wondering why I haven't told you all about my deliciously sexy spanking in Paris last week aren't you. No? Non? Oh OK then I'll shut up.

Nah only joking, I don't shut up that easily. The reasons I haven't told you about it are firstly I couldn't transfer the photos I took to my new laptop (have been busy as well) and secondly I didn't get spanked. The reason for the photos was cable missing and my camera doesn't have infra red or bluetooth, the reason for the lack of spanking was P wasn't with me; my son took me as a Mother's Day treat, how's that for a crazy idea, he knew I'd been wanting to go for ages but P keeps putting it off (it's silly really because it's only an hour's flight away) so he just booked tickets and said 'Right that's it, you're coming with me I'll give you a lightning tour (he's been) of the main attractions, there and back in a day, if you like it then you can come back and tell Dad he's got to come with you next time and spend a bit longer'.

So off we went. And the weather was beautiful, the company was great, our son is fun to be around nothings a problem nothings too serious, a really wonderful and exhausting day.

I saw all the main sites, didn't go up the Eiffel Tower because of the queues,

climbed to the top of Sacre Coeur (300 steps) though which has amazing views over Paris, we had lunch (takeaway baguettes) in the Jardin de Tuileries which is between the Louvre the Place de la Concorde and a couple of beers in a cute little side street bar in Montmarte which is the seedy district where famous French artists used to congregate and work, it's the red light district now, I suppose the equivalent to London's Soho. My son was propositioned there, really, good job his mom was around to save him, and there was the most amazing contraption I've ever seen in a sex shop window, it was a 'pussy spanking chair' well that's what I called it as there was a girl sitting on it which was what caught my eye at first but then she got up and the chair was exposed, I snapped it, slightly awkwardly I might add as my son was with me.

People had told me Paris was frantic and that French people were hurried and rude and didn't like the English but I have to say I found them all absolutely fine. On one short metro ride I fell right into a man's lap when the thing suddenly stopped and I wasn't holding on, he was very nice about it or I think he was it all sounded so charming in French, and on the ride back to the airport a man offered me his seat which I thought was very chivalrous although I also wondered why, did I look knackered or fragile or something, then I just put it down to chivalry.

I took loads of pics and I won't bore you with them because tourist sites do them all better, but I have to show you the pussy spanking chair..

and why not the Moulin Rouge.

Needless to say I want to go back, I told P he's got to come with me, I mean, an hour's flight, come on P.

Ronnie

xx