Best Seafood in Alicante

I don't know if we ate the best seafood in Alicante last week. That was what we'd been promised by our host but I've no way of gauging whether it was true or not because I haven't eaten enough seafood there to make any kind of comparison. All I will say is that it was very very nice, our host was gracious, his family warm and friendly and even Miss Slutpants (I must stop calling here that) was nice and as she speaks great English I found myself chatting with her quite a bit, much to the approval of my husband.

I got spanked there too, I didn't think it was going to happen and it was nothing to with Miss Must-stop-calling-her-that at all. It was because I forgot to put some sun cream in P's carry bag the second day of our trip when we climbed up to the local castle, as you do, and he got a bit burned. But he didn't even know it until we were back at the hotel and he wouldn't have known it then if I hadn't mentioned it, so why the spanking? Well the sun cream wasn't what really caused it but it was what gave me the opportunity to be a bit sassy and tell P not to be such a baby and he should have checked himself, he was a big boy. I offered him some of my moisturiser, I said the top of his head where he's receding a bit was looking red, but he wasn't impressed, he told me I'd best save it because I'd be needing it more than him very shortly and it was only a travel pack.

I laughed and told him he was very funny and went to take a shower, we'd both been sweating it had been a long walk/climb in quite hot sun. We should have done it in the cool of early morning not waited till after midday but P had wanted to visit the local market first to get some chorizo and ham to take back with us, some local olives too, and that took time. I insisted on popping into a Spanish Zara after the market too, which took more time (they have better stuff than we do back home!), we didn't bother with El Corte Ingles but P said we could later. Anyway I digress.

When I came out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around me and my hair dripping, P was sitting on my bed, I say mine because twins were all they had left. I told him the shower was nice I'd needed that and I'd left enough gel for him. He didn't move. Instead he called me over to him and told me he was going to spank me. I asked him what for, I hadn't done anything wrong, he told me he'd seen the top of his head in the mirror and it was red indeed but not to feel sorry for him because shortly my backside was going to be the reddest thing in the room. He pulled me across his lap and then realised he couldn't pull the towel off me because I'd crossed it at the front and it was wedged against his thighs. He had to ask me to lift my hips up so that he could free it, it made me giggle a bit but not for long once he started spanking my bare bottom. It always hurts more fresh from the shower, I could smell the cheap hotel shower gel mingled with P's body sweat as his strong hand rained down against my tender cheeks, I guessed he wouldn't risk going on at this pace for too long because of the noise but he certainly kept at it for two or three minutes which always seems longer at the time. I couldn't shout but I wriggled a lot and when he eventually let me up I was relieved and no doubt red face as well as red arsed. He sat me next to him on the bed then he stood up, lowered his chinos and told me to suck him, he was sweaty, I could taste and smell it, his cock hardened quickly and I tasted precum and faint shellfish and I feasted on it as my backside burned beneath me. He didn't spurt into me though god knows I wanted him to, instead he went for his shower.

I dried my hair while he was in the bathroom and lay flat on my tummy on the bed. My bottom was bright red, I'd looked in the mirror, I put my moisturiser on the bedside table. When my husband came out of the bathroom he had an enormous hard on and nothing else, it made me salivate. I meekly asked him if he'd mind rubbing some cream into my bottom, it  was hurting so much, I made my voice almost whimper. P was happy to oblige but not for long, he got about thirty seconds worth of moisturising my bottom done when his basic instincts got the better of him and he was on the bed with his cock at my slit which didn't need any moisturising at all. And then he was fucking me and I was fucking him back for all I was worth and the single bed we were abusing was banging against the wall. I couldn't shout or scream but I wanted to and I wanted it to stop because of the noise but I didn't because I wanted the orgasm. I felt P spurt into me and I was on the edge but not over it and his body collapsed against me before I could come. Lucky girl that I am my husband knew I hadn't made it and, after recovering his breath, turned me over and finished me with his mouth. I pulled the pillow over my head, like they do on the movies when they need to shoot someone without a silencer. I don't think it stopped all the noise I made but it muffled it.

On the evening we were on our own. We visited El Corte Ingles, I didn't buy anything, we ate tapas in a traditional bodega, I showed the picture in a previous post, and we drifted around the old town stopping once for a beer and to watch a street performer. We finished the evening late, sitting outside next to a flame heater in one of the plazas where the Sleepy Hollow trees (that's what they remind me of) grow, 

They are ficus trees

me sipping Ribera del Duero and P with espresso and Soberano Spanish brandy, chatting to another couple who were in the retail clothing business.

I would have liked to stay one more day, I liked the town, but we couldn't, a deals a deal.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Alicante Trip

I was intending to write about our little Alicante trip this weekend but that didn't happen as friends dropped by at short notice Saturday and went on and on and eventually we went out with them to dinner although we were a bit short of options because we hadn't booked.  

Sunday son and girlfriend wanted us to take a look at the house they are buying and we again went out to eat, I thought I'd done enough eating for a whole week in Alicante and here I am tucking in again, well it's not my fault these things happen! (no disrespect to our local restaurants but I know where I most enjoyed the eating:))

The things you can see hanging up from the rafters are up to 28 year aged hams, unfortunately with prices up to €340 per kilo, P wasn't inclined to order plate loads but he did order 100grm of one of them which we shared with some other stuff.

Anyway, barring unforeseens, I will tell you about our little trip later this week.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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Temper Tantrums

I'm too old for temper tantrums. That's what my brain tells me anyway and I honestly am not aware of them even if they really happen, which my husband tells me is the case. I mean don't sense stressful feelings creeping up on me or anything like that because if I did I'd stop them, obviously, before they became a tantrum. A real tantrum not a manufactured one. 

Anyway I threw a tantrum, apparently, yesterday morning and I got what any tantrummy girl should get and I got it hard and fast with my knickers down, no messing no discussing and no answer-back. And five minutes later I sat in the car, still red faced, on the way into town and mumbled an apology for my outburst and I think my face got even redder when my husband made me say it again but look at him when I said it, not out of the side window.

It was a build up of things that caused the tantrum, I'm quite busy at the moment, lots to do and I'm out of the country for a few days this week and I've got to get myself organised and I'm out to dinner Tuesday night and Miss Slutpants (it's a long story) will be amongst the guests and I have to look good, I mean appropriately dressed, for the confrontation occasion and it all builds up, you know. And then I checked the weather forecast for Tuesday in Alicante and it's pretty warm and I decided I want to wear sandals but some stylish raised strappy ones, none of the ones I've got. P told me I had several pairs which looked great and were good for walking in. I told him I'd be taking some of those too but I needed some for restaurant wear. He wasn't amused, men don't understand. He told me I often wear sandals in restaurants and then it came out.. the Miss Slutpants thing. I wasn't going to wear ordinary bloody sandals with her in the party. We had a few words, he told me to wear a shoe not a sandal, I'd got enough to choose from, I said I knew best what to wear not him, I wasn't going to look dowdy next to that little slut (she's not), my voice was raised so I was told later. So P took me into our little office and spanked me and read the riot act to me while he was doing it.

I was still in my dressing gown, which was hoisted up to my waist and my knickers pulled down to my thighs. He spanked me really hard for several minutes and I resisted like hell and told him to fuck off and I wasn't going to Alicante, he could cancel, or go on his bloody own and sit next to Miss bloody Slutpants. He didn't get angry, he spanked me till I thought I was going to start crying because of what he was saying about growing up and it being my supplier in Alicante not his, and it would be a nice few days and I better get myself together and stop all this nonsense. And then he stopped, he could hear me sniffling, not crying! He told me to get up and get dressed we were going into town in five minutes. I said I couldn't possibly do that but he told me to do it or I'd be over his knee again.

Well I did do it and that's how I came to be sitting red faced in the car. P wouldn't let me discuss what had just happened and he wouldn't tell me why he was taking me into town, instead he changed the subject completely to our son's new house, well in the process, and only when we parked in town did he tell me he was coming to choose some sandals with me. I got a really nice pair from House of Fraser and then we had a sandwich lunch in one of the coffee shops. Only then would he discuss what had transpired earlier, he could see from my face that all the stress was gone.

"You'll look good against Miss Slutpants, as you call her, whatever you wear," he said, "but if the new sandals makes you feel happier then I guess it matters." I glowed and resolved to make no more fuss. I hoped we'd find time for some make up later in the day. We did.

Not a lot of Internet time today and early flight tomorrow. Have scheduled posts.

Thanks to those who have already bought my Volume II.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Alicante Seafood

So I've got to go to Alicante, well I haven't got to but I've been invited to and it would be impolite to decline. You see for a few years I've been doing business with a small manufacturing company just outside Alicante, they fabricate storage and advertising products, mostly for the fashion industry, we've met the owners a few times at exhibitions over here and we get along fine, albeit after a slightly shaky start because I played my face over one of the girls who dressed in the most ridiculously tight fitting hotpants you can imagine. It got me spanked actually but let's not digress.

What got me the invite was an enquiry from a customer here in the UK wanting to buy quite a large quantity of items from me but with a logo and their own name printed on it. I don't offer that service, although P says I should, so I passed it back to Alicante and it's turned into a good order. I didn't negotiate a commission which was a mistake but never mind. Jose must know it which is why the invite, he says he wants me (us, I wouldn't go on my own) to visit his factory and meet his wife, children and parents, it's a family business, and he'll treat us to dinner in Alicante. I joked only if the seafood was good and he said it will be the best seafood we've ever tasted. So yippee.

One or two nights, I asked P. He said only one, depending on flights, not much to do in Alicante really but fix a date first and then check back with him. He said he wondered if the hotpants girl would be coming out to dine with us, her English is much better than Jose's so it would be a good idea. I said I thought we could manage well enough without her but if she came fine, no problem and I bet she wouldn't be wearing the same outrageous outfit she wore at Olympia where we first met. P said that if she was, which he also doubted because of the weather at this time of year and also being on her home turf, I'd better not react like I did before or I'd be getting a good spanking. I stuck my tongue out at him and wrinkled my nose.

I'll be on my best behaviour actually but the thought of a good spanking in some hotel in Alicante does have a certain appeal:)

Anyway I offered a few dates for after Easter and the earliest P could do was the 19th but he did say we could stay two nights if I wanted. I didn't need telling twice, I booked the flights.

Happy Easter - have a fun one.

Ronnie

xx