Cosy Cotswolds Spanking

A country pub with lots of history, too many low beams for tall people, horse brasses and worn leather tack and an uneven stone floor quite unsuitable for heels. Smells of centuries gone by, wood smoke, spilled ale and polish on thick scarred wood.   

I love those kind of places and I love them even more when they have accommodation and I'm staying over in one. Especially when the weather's crap but they have a log fire burning inside and even if I can't get near it because of all the other (nuisance) customers it's still nice to see. And if they happen to have an innovative kitchen team serving up nice food well that's a bonus and it means I can enjoy a bite to eat and share a glass or two of wine with my husband knowing we don't have to drive. Once we're inside of course the cold rain or hail can beat against the windows as much as it likes, in fact the more the better and a few thunder claps and some lightning flashes don't go amiss. 

We were in such a place a few days ago, P had business in High Wycombe which was a motorway trip there but a Cotswolds return journey complete with unnecessary but delightful stopover. He had to meet an academic there, an arrangement made through his old Chinese partner who now lives in Seoul, if it sounds complicated it is, and if I told you it involves a new beauty product recently developed in Korea (not the nasty half), which is totally un-related to anything P has previous experience of and the reasons behind the meeting, it might even sound tenuous. So I won't tell you but maybe.......a big maybe.....P/we might get involved at some level, we'll see. 

Anyway, aside from business, I always hope for an opportunity to get spanked when we're away from home, yeah I know nothing new there then, and places like aforementioned pub with all the accoutrements get me nicely into the appropriate mood for a sound bottom warming. I got one too, I'm delighted to say.

The UK weather didn't let me down, the wind was gusting fiercely against the window when we entered our room at the end of the evening, it had an old fashioned cast iron radiator which was on so it was cosy, and I asked P not to draw the curtain so he didn't and it sounded nice and I loved it as he draped me across his thighs on the the bed, took my knickers down and spanked me thoroughly for nowhere near long enough although he told me it had been at least twenty minutes allowing for pauses. I told him he could have carried on till dawn and he laughed (but I was serious) and he got a couple of plastic, yuk, glasses and we shared a mini bottle of Malbec in bed before going to sleep.

In the morning the rain had stopped, the wind too, and P got out of bed to fill the kettle and put the shower on before pulling the duvet back and snuggling his head between my legs. I'd hoped he might spank me again when I heard him leave the shower running but he didn't. I wasn't disappointed with what he did do though and it was as well he'd put the shower on because I became a little noisy:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

(The picture isn't the pub by the way, it was on google)