The best spankings

....are the ones that come naturally and unexpectedly and end with a dismissal. Well that's my opinion. Sometimes. The weekend just past being one of those occasions. I read somewhere, but didn't keep the link, that there are Type 1 and Type 2 spankings (I think it might have been Spanking Theatre) and to cut it short, Type 1 is a spanking during which sexual pleasure is experienced and Type 2 in which it is not although a while afterwards, which could be minutes hours or even days, sexual desires are kindled in retrospect.

So I got the Type 2. I got it on Saturday afternoon after an argument or rather during one being as we hadn't finished arguing when I got spanked. It was over something silly to start with, as is often the case, and then as more wood got piled on the fire and voices got raised and silly barely related matters were raised. It's me more than my husband who kicks off and what he calls 'petty' things to say whereas he stays firmly entrenched in his position and, if anything, becomes more logical which only infuriates me more because I don't have the same logic as him to hit back with hence the insults and stuff, most of which I know is untrue or unfair but I still say them.
 
It was all to do with our son's family moving house which they want to do before what they believed was going to be a stamp duty increase but we now know will not likely be the case. But that doesn't matter, commitments have been made which have involved us in several ways which I won't go into but they are significant. I know now that I had got the wrong end of the stick (pun not intended) on some of them but I didn't know that at the start of our argument and I was too heated during it to rationalise or back down.
 
Anyway P stopped talking, and decided enough was enough. He walked out of the lounge and put the snib on the front door (he only ever does that when he means business) as there was a chance our son might call over and he has a key, then he marched back into the lounge and over to the sofa where I was sitting still leaning forward on the edge of the seat  "I suppose you think you can solve everything with a good spanking, I know why you've locked the door, well you fucking well can't!" I said and made to get up. I intended to go upstairs but he caught my arm and held me there while he sat on the sofa himself and drew me across his lap. Futile struggling got me nowhere in fact it just made the humiliation worse. I should know that by now but I was angry and if I'd had the ability to hit out and I would have at that moment.
 
It didn't last long though. Within seconds he was spanking my backside, I had a thin linen pair of trousers on which did nothing to douse the sting and P spanked really hard using the full weight of his hand arm and upper body, I could tell he meant it. I was shouting a lot and I meant it too I wanted him to get the fuck off me and I told him I was going to sleep in the spare room tonight and maybe longer and he didn't even answer me. Instead he paused and I thought I'd stopped him in his tracks and I froze too waiting to hear what he had to say but all he did was reach round and unclip my trousers and drag them to my knees. and spanked harder than before in fact I think the hardest I can ever remember by hand and I didn't love it at all or get sexy or try to grind against his thigh or anything. Except scream and shout and struggle and eventually run out of puff and lay there taking it and sensing that he knew he'd spanked me enough. Then he stopped and told me to get up. I strode from the room sniffling and stomped up the stairs. In the bedroom I wanted to cry but couldn't in case he heard me.
 
It was a good two hours before I went back downstairs, by which time he was in the garden emptying plant pots. I didn't go out to help but I did knock the window and make a 'T' sign to him and he put his thumb up so I made him one and took it out and left it on the patio table for him. Peace offering.
 
When he eventually came back in he was completely normal, I think I must have looked sullen because he told me to put my face straight but I just said my bottom hurt. Which it still did and still was when we were eating dinner later but by then my 'Type 2' emotions were starting to come into play and we were talking normally but avoiding the subject which had caused the argument and we avoided it for the rest of the weekend. I have already apologised for the things I said and we've made up.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus

 Wishing all my Welsh readers a Happy St David's Day.

Stay Safe everyone. Have a good week.

Ronnie

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A Smile for Today

 

I found today's smile picture over at Glenmore's blog. His art always makes me smile.

Stay safe and have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Quiet sex toys please

Apparently during the pandemic there has been a massive growth in sales of sex toys with particular demand for 'quiet' ones. Celebs haven't been slow to get involved. Cara Delevingne became a co-owner and creative adviser of Lora DiCarlo, whose products include a “premium robotic massager” costing £270, Dakota Johnson became an investor and creative director in high-end sex-toy brand Maude, Lily Allen collaborated with German brand Womanizer to design her own £89 stimulator and Gwyneth Paltrow well she never stops.

The article, which appears in the Times, (you wont be able to read full article) says the pandemic has particularly affected younger adults, singles who haven't been out and about able to date (read get sex) and make new friends although sales are up in all age ranges and they're not afraid to spend. Even Ann Summers has reported increased sales in the higher spend range with their quietest vibrator, the Whisper Rabbit, up by 60 per cent compared with a year ago. People wishing to be discreet while living and working in close proximity to flatmates, grown-up kids who have had to move back in with their parents during lockdown and long term couples who've had to find new ways to spark things up while living hand in glove are all thought to have contributed.

So make hay while the sun shines, because it looks like lockdowns are going to be starting to ease.
 
I mentioned the article to my husband and asked him if he'd felt any need to make exotic purchases during lockdown and not told me, he looked at me as if I were mad then smiled. "I suppose you could count a cane a sex toy," he said, "and it is pretty quiet....it's the recipient who makes all the noise." I felt myself blush a bit as he said it, why that still happens after all these years I don't know.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Making My Feelings Known - Re-post

Where did the weekend go? It's not as if we were out and about, we can't, we are in lockdown, 

As I was so so busy then:) I didn't have time to write a post so here's one from a long time back.

I put a pair of P's white M&S trunks/pants, they're not boxers they're tighter fitting, made out of a material they call micro fibre on the packaging. They have a traditional men's fly at the front and they fit snugly.

It's a little signal between us that I need a spanking, I do believe I've mentioned it on previous occasions. The difficult bit is getting P to know I've got his pants on, I mean I can't just flash them in the office and it seems a bit silly to just say Oh by the way I've got your pants on. On occasions I've walked out of the bathroom wearing them or 'happened to be' changing in the bedroom when he's come in for something or other. None of those things were possible on Friday as he'd already left for work by the time I showered and decided to use his underwear.

Realistically the chances of me getting spanked weren't that great because our son has been getting home early just lately and unless he goes out later there isn't that much opportunity, but still a girl has to make her feelings known. I made my presence felt in the office all morning, saying things which didn't need saying, answering calls unnecessarily and transferring them to P with exaggerated efficiency, I even brought the communal hoover into the office because I'd noticed some dirt on the carpet near the external door, the one P uses on weekends. It made a noise and P asked me to do it later.

Then around 4.45 ish I followed my husband to the copy room, he had a sheaf of applications to photocopy, it isn't a big room, about the size of an average bathroom. I waited till I could hear the machine start then I went in, closed the door behind me and put my heel against it and slipped my arm around my husband's waist to his fly.

I asked him if he'd ever been masturbated whilst photocopying, as I pulled his zipper down and slid my hand inside.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" he asked as I felt his cock stiffen in his pants and searched to see if he had a fly opening or not. He did and my dexterous fingers were inside in no time.

"Snap," I said.

"What?" said my husband, incredulous. "Cut that out now, right now, someone could walk in." (I knew I was pretty safe as Friday is an early finish and there was only 1 office left working.) I told him they couldn't actually because my foot was stopping the door but I removed my hand anyway, gave his cock a pat and said Ah well, perhaps another time then. And I was away back to our office but still I'm really glad there was no one waiting outside the little room as I could feel my face was a little flushed.

When P returned with his copies he turned the snib on the office door and came over to my desk. He asked me what I'd meant by 'snap' and what the hell was the matter with me today as he told me to stand up and he slid onto my chair and pulled me onto his lap. I didn't need to because he'd obviously put two and two together and was already lowering the zip on my suit trousers, he undid the waist fastener too and pulled my shirt aside.

"I thought as much," he said, "you've got my pants on. Get up!" He said it quite sharply.

He bent me forward over my desk and started spanking me across the seat of my his pants which were stretched very tight over my curves and are very thin as their name 'micro fibre' suggests.

He wasn't doing it all that hard but it was noisy and I told him to stop but he wouldn't, he said no one would hear because the office one side of us had left for the day and the other side had a large printer running (they do technical drawing) which was fairly noisy. So the spanking continued and I could feel myself getting wet and then he stopped, reached across me for the 12" helix ruler standing in my desk tray. I was about to tell him he couldn't when the first splat landed across my bottom with a deliciously wicked sting which made me gasp instead of remonstrate. I wiggled, I mean anyone would have, and then a flurry of strokes rained down on my bulging cheeks, I don't suppose it lasted more than half a minute but it was enough to thoroughly warm me.

Then my husband sat and pulled me back onto his lap and his hand was down inside the front of my pants (his pants), he didn't bother with the fly opening, and in a moment he was massaging my clit and working his fingers in my slit. The inevitable happened with indecent speed, I was starting to orgasm almost instantly, my poor swivel chair creaking under the strain then bashing against the wall behind my desk as P tried to hold me still. I gushed onto his hand, I felt it go, he did too and he just held me there until I'd calmed.

"Naughty girl," he said, "I think you needed that." He stood me up and went back to his desk. "Wouldn't mind a cuppa when you're ready, and better take the snib off the door lock" he said as he resumed his work.

I did need it, P, god I didn't expect it like that though.

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx