Al Fresco

I know I know, it's old hat and we've tried it before and got disturbed and lots of others have tried it and succeeded and I suppose some just think about it and others don't even fancy it at all. What am I going on about, well it's al fresco spanking, yep in the Great Outdoors.

We've got miles of woodland very close to us but we don't go there all that often, I suppose I ought to suggest it more being as I'm the one who's wanting to be turned over my husband's knee surrounded by trees, birds and insects, god knows why it appeals to me but it does. We took a walk the other weekend, it was late afternoon and P had had his head stuck in his laptop for hours sorting out something or other so I suggested some fresh air and off we went.

 The late summer weather made it warm and the paths were dry, we saw deer and we often see squirrels and occasionally foxes up there. P tried to get the deer, it was a doe with her young and they just stood and stared at us from the bushes, but his phone camera won't zoom and it was into the sun anyway so it didn't take. He snapped a few of the forest though, I can't show you some because they would identify me and they're not particularly interesting anyway but here's one just so you can see how lovely the woods are, and yes that's me in the yellow top walking on ahead. 

We came to a fallen tree trunk shortly after the deer sighting and P's clicking splurge, it was huge a metre in diameter at one end, P said it would be an ideal seat for him put me across his knee or, at the thicker end, to bend me over and give me a whipping with a freshly cut switch. My eyes widened and my heart thumped but he didn't do it, he said he'd remember to bring his little Swiss army knife next time but by the time 'next time' comes round I bet the weather will have turned and he'll forget anyway. Ah well.

We got lost after that, well I was, I really didn't know the way back although I P did even though he pretended not to know which path to take and it was less than an hour from dark. I checked my phone for reception, that's how concerned I was, but P just laughed and said who would I call anyway and how would they find us. Then he comforted me by saying we couldn't be that far away from civilisation if I was getting reception, which made sense but still didn't tell me which way to go. Then P took my phone and opened google maps, it pinpointed us in a trice and when he asked it for the pub, in whose car park we'd left the car, it showed us a 30 minute walk to safety. We did it in less than that because I was worried about it getting dark.

When we were in the car I said I bet he couldn't find that log again, he said he could no problem and next time he found it I'd be going over it. Promises promises P.

 Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx