Monday, 24 June 2019

Tweeds and Discipline

I love dogs, not fussy about tweeds well not as regards wearing them myself, but on others, sometimes, they seem just right. And I've got a bit of a thing about them since a brief encounter we had during our recent trip to Norfolk. You see we met a couple walking along a country lane leading out of the local village, they were posh but nice posh we found out when we got parallel with them and started talking.

I say parallel with them but it was initially her because he, Gerald as we learned, was thirty metres or so behind, stopping periodically to issue commands to his dog. We'd been in the village pub for a snack, our holiday companions had gone into town. We don't normally strike up conversations with complete strangers on a country lane 
and only got talking because P had stopped to take a photo of a thatched cottage which was tilted at an impossible thirty degree angle to vertical and he couldn't figure out whether it was intentional or in imminent danger of collapse. She saw him snapping on his phone and spoke, with the casual ease some posh people have, saying she didn't think it would last much longer, although she'd thought that last year and the year before. She smiled at her own little joke, she was tanned, she certainly hadn't got it the week we were there, and she was admittedly attractive. P engaged, he pointed to what looked like some recent thatching repairs and said. 'Well someone must think it's going to be around for at least a while because thatching isn't cheap and it looks like recent work has been done.'

I was a few paces ahead, more interested in Gerald not far away and the dog which was a beautiful border collie, but I stopped when I heard the exchange of voices and turned back. Chatting got underway, they lived not far from the village in what had years ago been a holiday home but now they spent most of their time there with Gerald staying in a flat they had in the city a couple of days a week. We introduced ourselves, she was Valerie, she didn't work any more but had been in PR, I could see how easily she would have fitted in with that sort of work. Gerald was still barking orders to his dog but getting nearer in a stop-start way making sure the dog obeyed his instruction each time he paused before moving on. When he got to us it was big city handshakes and beaming smile as if he'd known us for ages but not seen us for a while. He had hunter boots on and a tweed jacket with a cravat and check shirt, I didn't think people wore cravats any more. I asked him about his dog, how old she was, just small talk although I was genuinely interested. She was two years old and coming along nicely, he told us, just a few finer points to get right and more discipline.

Valerie interjected saying 'Oh Gerald and his discipline, he just loves giving orders'. She was looking straight at my eyes as she said it! As if she was looking for a response, a little tell tale unspoken signal, well she got one... I was embarrassed and felt my cheeks blush, I quickly asked if he entered competitions or something but he said no nothing like that, he just liked strict obedience. 'Of course dear,' Valerie chirped in again before P went on to talk about a German shepherd we'd owned who'd been very obedient and loyal. We chatted for several minutes and then Valerie said they would be in the pub Friday lunchtime and if we were doing nothing why didn't we join them, Gerald seconded the idea, only if it suited of course. We explained we were with companions and thought they had something planned. Gerald handed me his card, not to P, to me. Maybe because I was nearest. Anyway we went our separate ways.

So why have I told you this little story, well I honestly think we had met a couple who were possibly kindred spirits and I bottled out of further making acquaintance with them even though I was intrigued. Ridiculous, right, because I meet fellow spankos quite often and chat with them all the time. But these two were somehow intimidating and Gerald seemed so strict yet charming.

I asked P later if he thought we should go to the pub but he said no. Then I told I him  I thought they were possibly into the spanking scene, he agreed but said it was none of our business. Then after a few moments asked me if they had been, and if we went to the pub and if it became clear that they were, would I have accepted an invitation back to their house. For the second time that day I got embarrassed and looked away saying of course not. 'I bet you'd like to really though, wouldn’t you like to be spanked by a bit of posh Totty, or ex army officer type and all that?' my husband goaded. 'Perhaps I’ll just buy you a tweed jacket,' I answered and we left it at that.

'And a dog,' said P with a smile.


Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

10 comments:

Windy said...

What a lovely and interesting story! Thanks for sharing, Ronnie! Hugs, Windy

Roz said...

Hi Ronnie,

What a charming and interesting encounter. I love how you told this, I could just picture it. Love Borders btw:)

LoL at your conversation with P, maybe you should get that jacket :)

Hugs
Roz

Rosie Jones said...

Oh, shame you’ll never know whether Valerie and Gerald are kindred spirits, it does seem likely.
I agree with Roz, maybe get that tweed jacket - would go well with a riding crop!

Rosie xx

Hermione said...

Who knows? Perhaps Valerie and Gerald are frequent readers here!

Hugs,
Hermione

NoraJean said...

Ditto, Ronnie ... what Hermione said as that was my first thought as well ... "i wonder if they are readers and will recognize themselves here" :)) ... nj ... xx

Red said...

IT would be fun if they were readers of your blog, and then you visited them sometime. Would yo both visit if they did get in touch? Lovely idea of both women being spanked at the same time by their husbands. Pleasant dreams.
bottoms up
Red

ella said...

Ronnie,
I loved when you said you blushed. I think I would have too. I think PK would love it if you turned the whole meeting into a story. Let your fantasies go to town! Of course we'd have to see if P was interested in spanking Valerie. Just a story.

Hugs Across the Pond,
Ella

Anonymous said...

In a relationship that my girlfriend would smile and say she would enjoy giving me a spanking. I would answer, it would not hurt, and I would enjoy it too much. I had heard this enough that a Sunday morning I walked into the kitchen naked, I had slept in, to my shock her mother had dropped in for a visit. What happened next was total shock, for her mother soon had me across her lap, told her daughter to get a hairbrush, and I was soon kicking, squirming, pleading. I no sooner got off her lap, rubbing and dancing around that my girlfried then gave me a spanking. She asked me afterwards, rubbing, all on display, it it hurt and I said very much so. Good she said, I'm not done with the spankings, so best stand there, hands at side, do not move. They talked, learned women could care less about me showing it all, what they enjoyed was the spanking. When her mother left, my girlfriend told me back over her lap and I know the whole world could hear me. What happened is what I wanted for so long, I'm spanked to this day, she is my wife. Others have seen the spanking, and afterwards. They hurt, the spankings alot, but I love my wife so much more because of the spankings. I admit, I like being a naughty little boy, having Mommy spank her naughty little boy. Life is Good, for both of us.

Aimless Rambling said...

This is just the best kind of encounter. Sets your mind off on its own and Ella is right you could weave a great story.

ronnie said...

Windy - Thank you. Happy you stopped by.

Roz - I think I may:) Thanks.

Rosie - And a cravat:) Thanks.

Hermione - I never thought of that. Thanks,

Nora Jean - Gosh I hope they aren't readers. Thanks.

Red - I doubt if either of us would visit but never say never. Thanks.

Ella - It was the way she looked right at me. Good idea on the story, I'll see what I can do. Thanks.

Anonymous - Sounds like life is good for you and your wife. Thanks.

SG - I might just do one. Thanks.

Love,
Ronnie
xx