Birthday Spanking

A reader sent me this picture by Dave Wolfe (don't you love Wolfe's art) I hope to be in this position later getting my birthday spanking.

 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Nalgadas Cumpleaños?

"Really? Oh goody." I said, I love it when my husband talks dirty, well I hoped it was dirty, I understand bits of Spanish myself but not that phrase. I was sitting on our terrace sipping orange juice and feeling generally happy with the world as P joined me with a mug of coffee. It was still hot, around 28 degrees, past the heat of the day but still enough to keep your pores open, I don't know why it is but even after the lovely summer we had in the UK, the Spanish heat always seems hotter and it definitely lasts longer into the evening and even through the night it didn't seem to drop much. 

My husband had been swimming, in the sea which he loves, and we'd both walked along the beautiful uncluttered beach holding hands while he let the sun dry him off. He'd already started to bronze, he doesn't even have to work at it he has that type of skin which tans easily and safely, disgusting:) He hadn't showered and I could see the sea salt on his lightly sweating skin, I also noticed his swim shorts appeared to be housing a not ungenerous erection.

I shuffled my chair closer to his. "Say some more Spanish," I said.

"You haven't responded to the last bit yet," said my husband.

"Oh yes I have, put your hand between my legs and feel." My bikini pants were damp. P didn't go there, he just rested a hand on my thigh and sipped his coffee, then he asked me if I knew what he'd said and of course I didn't and told him so.

"I said 'Birthday Spanking', I was wondering whether to give it you now or wait till later, what do you think?" He's never asked me this sort of question before, I was quite taken aback, it was almost like a business discussion yet sexy in its matter of fact way. His hand remained static on my thigh but his fingers had started lightly stroking.

I said I'd leave it to him to decide and then I asked him if he could spank me in Spanish which made him laugh, then he said something else in Spanish and I caught 'girl' but not the rest of it. He asked me in English if I meant like a Spanish man would spank or just using Spanish words, he said it made quite a difference as Spanish men are known to spank their women very hard. Oh christ I definitely felt my knickers further dampen and I put my hand on his and whimpered that I thought being as we were in Spain....I didn't need to finish the sentence, my husband reads me very well and said he'd be delighted to spank me in Spanish. But before he did, and to make sure I got the most out of the experience, he was going to fuck me and his hand moved between my legs as he said 'then you'll really feel the spanking afterwards won't you, you naughty girl? And that's how it should be isn't it?' My bodily reaction was his answer and then he told me to get up and led me further back onto the terrace under cover of the naya which shaded the sun, and to the solid wooden table which facilitated al fresco dining. He grabbed a couple of padded chair cushions and laid them on the table before bending me over it, 

I told him he couldn't we'd be seen, but he said he could and he'd already checked lines of vision and we wouldn't be seen, then I said someone could call but he proceeded to take my bikini pants down and said he'd locked the driveway gate so no one could disturb us. Then I said we'd be heard but his cock was already nuzzling into the wetness of my slit at that point and I knew he wasn't going to stop and I didn't want him to and I just said 'do it then, do it, fuck me...Oorrrgh..god yes..yes...do it... harder!!!' and words and sounds to that effect as my husband pummelled me across the table and I wiggled and pumped and made what I'm sure must have been the basest noises our lovely little hillside community had been treated to for a long time. When we were done I was pouring sweat and so was P and all we could hear was the gentle gurgle of the pool pump and a few lazily buzzing insects, I thought all the other villas around us must have stopped everything just to eavesdrop.

P straightened up and told me it was time for my spanking, which would be inside. I felt him withdraw and his cum trickle down the inside of my leg, I told him he was dripping onto the tiles and I needed to get something to wipe them and I needed a shower and I didn't need a spanking and did he want another cup of coffee, I'd make one....but he wasn't sidetracked by any of it. He took me by the arm and led me inside, fastening the door behind us, my bikini pants remained on the terrace tiles where they'd fallen during our lovemaking, he said I could do all the clearing up I wanted later, and make him a coffee and have a shower too in fact he'd join me for one (there was a nice wet room in the en suite) but right now I was getting a birthday spanking. A Spanish birthday spanking, he added with a smile.

It was very warm inside especially with the door shut, P led me into a bedroom and closed the window, I said we needed the air con on but he said no it was just right he didn't want me cooling down and, anyway, in a few minutes I'd have quite a different kind of heat to contend with. Then he sat on the bed, pulled me across his lap and started spanking my bare bottom, 

it sounded really loud, I think the Med decor, with fewer soft furnishings that we have in the UK, amplifies the sound, anyway I told P it would be heard but he said we'd already been heard and all anyone could hear now was loud sharp claps and they wouldn't know what they were, unless I started crying out of course. I pulled a pillow over and stuffed the corner into my mouth, I didn't want our temporary neighbours knowing what I was getting. P spanked me for about fifteen minutes and hardly slowed down except when he alternated hands and once when he clamped his right leg across mine to keep me still. I cried out alright but it all went into the pillow. I struggled too and that made me hotter still and my poor backside was almost numb when he finally stopped. Spankings after sex are definitely more painful and I really hadn't wanted it to happen at all although I'll admit that when he eventually stopped and I was able to relax and let go the pillow, and I felt his hand resting across my sit spots, I felt another round of warmth starting between my legs. If I'd been encouraged I would certainly have responded but that didn't happen.

Instead P stood me up and told me it was shower time, he opened a few windows and reopened the door making sure the security grill was locked, the immediate breeze was lovely and I felt the sweat cool on my body causing goose bumps. P kissed me on the neck and escorted me into the shower, he soaped me all over and I did likewise to him and joked that his penis must like the Spanish heat because it seemed hard again. He said it wasn't the Spanish heat that was causing it, it was the Spanish spanking he'd just given and he was planning on plenty more. I said could I please have some before sex not after, he just laughed and said I seemed horny enough either way. 

We went out later into the local village where a fiesta was in progress, my bum was still surprisingly sore after just a hand spanking, I liked the feeling and I liked holding hands with my husband as we mingled with the locals, I couldn't help noticing some of the senoritas, they're very attractive and hold themselves proudly, I thought about what P had said earlier about Spanish men spanking hard, I thought that must be the reason, or part of it, as I straightened up and smiled.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx 

Let me know if pictures are yours so I can credit.

Viva Espana

Depending on what time you read this post -  I'll be.....

.....either in the air on a packed Ryanair flight on my way to Spain.

Or taking a walk on the beach with P.

Maybe having a swim.

And tomorrow, Tuesday - getting my birthday spanks. 

Hopefully an outdoor one.

Wont have time to reply to your comments before we leave so I thank you now and will reply when I get back. Have scheduled posts and I'll try to share a few holiday snaps if I can get a connection.

Have a good week.

Hasta luego.

Ronnie
xx

Pictures one and two from around the web (I added to first pic, can you guess which one?) Forth picture from Season and Michael.

Birthday Spanking

See, I haven't forgotten, I told you I'd tell you about my birthday spanking, what I regard as the real one not the late evening hoodie audience one.

I know lots of us do birthday spankings and I'm no different, it's a right, I expect it as much as I do a Mothers Day card or a Birthday card, I actually get two birthday spankings each year because I also get a spanking on my husband's birthday which is a pleasant little tradition which originated when we were on holiday years ago and P's birthday fell right in the middle of it and he spanked me for not taking a present with me (I mean he's the one who goes on about baggage weight restrictions) and it's continued ever since. Which suits me.

But I mustn't digress, back to the most recent birthday spanking which was a scorcher (not the usual xx and one to grow on) and made a lasting impression on me, literally. It also resulted in a damned good seeing-to as my husband put it at the time and in spite of, or perhaps because of, both had me feeling deliciously horny and naughty by the time we went out to dinner. If my husband had said, 'Lets just forget dinner and I'll spank you silly instead', I think I would have agreed although my bottom, if it had a say in these matters, might have preferred the dining out option as it was still smarting from its earlier attention.

What is it that most causes the effect of a spanking to last, severity or duration? Personally I'm coming to the conclusion that it's duration or maybe I'm just greedy and like being across my husband's lap as long as possible, anyway I got a pretty long spanking on my birthday, I'd say it went on for a good half hour and it left my backside feeling very thoroughly attended to without a single implement being used. I got breaks of course, while P changed hands or paused to roll his sleeve up and once about a third through when he took my knickers down, slowly.

I also got little comfort treats when his hands gently kneaded and stroked the womanly flesh they'd just been roasting. I purred through the little treats and got damp and my husband knew damned well what it was doing to me and each time I got to nuzzling my groin against his thigh because my pussy ached for it, he resumed the spanking telling me I was a naughty girl to have such feelings and that clearly he wasn't spanking me hard enough.

So you know how the story goes, he uses words like that, the spanking gets harder, naughty girl's feelings get stronger until eventually the little slut is wiggling and rubbing and oohing and ahhing and then, sneakily, during a comfort treat she slides her hand between her husband's thigh and her tummy down to where the aching is, then it all happens very quickly she feels her insides turning molten and starts bucking and her husband knows what's happening and he firms his grip and tells her he won't tolerate self abuse and he'll spank it out of her. And naughty girl goes off the Richter scale while she's getting her bare bottom thrashed. F--- F--- F---!!!, it's what I said when I flopped like a rag doll, enjoying my husband's hand now resting on my tortured bum.

I planned to slither off him onto my knees and then suck him off like I imagined a whore might but it wasn't to be; instead P started spanking me again, different rhythm, not as hard but focused on tender areas including my thighs and inner cheeks which parted obligingly for him. I told him I'd got nothing left and he said good, the spanking would be more effective then.

To cut this short, because I know I ramble sometimes, I'd inadvertently lied about having nothing left and I came again after some more spanking and this time with my husband's hand in my slit, which he remarked was soaking and had wet his jeans and I just rubbed against him and said I was the one who washed them. That got me a few more minutes spanking and then P ordered me up and to get on my hands and knees on the futon,

I again told him I'd got nothing left and wouldn't he like a nice blow job but he said he'd decide what he'd like. I heard him take his jeans off and then the futon dipped a bit as he climbed on, then I felt it against me and it was like a bloody flagpole and I didn't know whether I wanted most to suck it or impale myself on it but it wasn't my call and I let out an almighty gasp as he made the decision for me. P must have been quite excited because I could feel the urgency in him and that triggered me and for the third time I came as my husband rammed his hips against my punished bottom and thighs before emptying into me and making us both sing out.

Pair of jeans to wash, futon cover to wash, very happy birthday girl.

But here's the thing that got me.....less than two hours later we were getting ready to go out. I was pulling on a pair of RL jeans I haven't been able to wear for a couple of years and P patted my bottom and said they looked nice, made me look extra curvy, he said the spanking had probably helped too (he often says it makes my bottom swell with pride when I've been spanked, the liar)......and....I was feeling horny again.

My god, do women get more lustful as the years roll by? I think they must, or perhaps I've got a particularly skillful partner who knows how to bring out the best in me, I'm sure that's what he'd say if I asked him:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Let me know if pictures 1, 3 or 4 are yours so I can credit.

Ronnie's Birthday

It was my birthday on Saturday and was the first time in as long as I can remember (that's not strictly true, I can remember back to pre-teen birthdays and I definitely wasn't spanked on them) and I wasn't spanked on my birthday.

What a state of affairs, Ronnie not getting spanked on her birthday, can't be true. But sadly it was.

Not because I didn't want one or that P wasn't prepared to, but our son and a friend were in the house all day so P said he'd open the office and deal with me there. I was in his car double quick but when we got to the office there were two lots of people already there; one a regular tenant catching up work and the other a new tenant who just moved in on Friday and they were still moving office furniture in. That's is so unusual, I'd say only a very few weekends out of any year do we get people working on Saturdays, just my luck my birthday was one of them. Still had a wonderful day though!

So being as I wont be able to share an actual current birthday spanking post, I'll humbly submit one P gave me a few years ago and still one of my favourites. No sex involved just a plain lovely spanking.

Some older (sorry, make that loyal) readers might even remember it, I certainly did and still do.

*******

Yeah, your truly, it is me, and one of the very occasions I'm likely to share a shot of my derriere with the world (yes I have again since this post:)) but it was a memorable and totally unexpected. My birthday actually and I got roses, two bunches in fact, one of which went into a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking.

Now let me explain. This was out of the blue to me but P had obviously thought it out, the roses were the ones without thorns so no worries there and the stems were long and supple. Stripped of a few leaves (to cut wind resistance P said) and held by the petals end they made a birch-like spanking implement, still wet from their wrapping, formidable I can assure you with hindsight; though being roses and my favourite flower, they did not appear so at the time, prior to use and I had a whole new regard for roses after.

In fairness P gave me the choice - hand on bare bum OTK or Roses on bare bum OT leather sofa arm. I love OTK but couldn't resist the roses. A minute later I was wishing I hadn't, an hour later I was glad I had. No idea how many strokes I got but those stems hurt they really did, and then P stopped and turned them round and started spanking with the petals end, which was bushier but with lots of tiny little stems which stung. Now, having no history of roses spankings to compare with I'd had no idea how effective they would be, or that some of the stems would break, or that my bum would be stinging so wickedly evenly all over, or that I would end up covered in rose petals, which P said looked lovely and snapped on his phone to show me later, hence the photo.

So what about the birthday sex that followed? Well it didn't. What followed was me clearing up loads of petals from the sofa especially down the back of the cushions, and both of us going back to the office to finish some work which had to be out by the end of the afternoon. And an hour or so later, sitting on my swivel chair with a bum still radiating heat, I thought how nice it felt and wondered if it would last till we went out to eat later. I hoped so. If not, well there was always that second bunch in the vase.BTW - his photo doesn't tell the truth, my bum was MUCH redder than that, I think the light affected it.

Ronnie

xx

Birthday Spanking

Don't you just love a birthday spanking.

We've got friends popping round after work and then P's taking me for dinner later in the evening so, as It's my birthday, he kindly gave me my birthday spanking now, I mean less than an hour ago, before he left for the office but after I'd showered, which guarantees extra sting.

So now I'm sitting on a lovely warm stinging bottom and I've cancelled the post I had lined up in favour of this.

What better way to celebrate your birthday. I suppose a spanking slotted in between friends and dinner might be nice but hey let's not be greedy.

Ronnie

xx

It had to be both - first the tawse

How was your weekend? Hope all our American friends had a great Fourth of July.

You may remember me mentioning that it was P's birthday coming up and I couldn't decide whether to buy him a leather or wood implement. I still couldn't make up my mind so I bought both.

For leather I decided on the tawse (I'll show you the wooden one in another post)

I'm delighted to say P was most impressed with the tawse, it's 18" thick English leather but very supple, it has the maker's name on it and an 'H' stamped near the holding end, I know from my research the Scottish tawse makers used to grade them L, M, H according to their weight so I guess I bought the Heavy one without even knowing it. Honest!

We haven't had any real time to play with it but P did give me a couples of swats across my backside to thank me for his 'private' presents, I can tell you it seemed very impressive even over jeans.

I'm looking forward to having more time with the tawse, I understand Scottish school girls and boys were kept in line over many generations by its presence and firm application by experienced and austere headmasters and headmistresses. Apparently the spilt tail has a unique feel, quite different from other disciplinary implements, I'll be sure to let you know.

Ronnie

xx

Blogiversary - Spanked with Roses

I can't believe I missed my blogiversary which was a couple of days ago, but I did. Yes it's been 1 year since Bonnie first linked me. Thank you Bonnie.

I also want to say a big thank to everyone who has ever read or commented here, I've really enjoyed these 12 months and have made many good friends and hope to make many more.

I've sent an email to P telling him it was my blogiversary and would it count for any kind of celebration to mark the occasion, hint hint, he hasn't replied yet so we'll see.

I'm re-posting my first ever spanking post the one I put up after Bonnie spotted me. It's one of my favourite spankings.

Spanked with Roses

Yes, your truly, it is me, and one of the very rare occasions I'm likely to share a shot of my derriere with the world but it was a memorable and totally unexpected event. My birthday actually (yes I know another birthday spanking story but I got caught short after Bonnie linked me, they wont be all about birthday spankings but this one is nice) and I got roses, two bunches in fact, one of which went into a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking.

Now let me explain. This was out of the blue to me but P had obviously thought it out, the roses were the ones without thorns so no worries there and the stems were long and supple. Stripped of a few leaves (to cut wind resistance P said) and held by the petals end they made a birch-like spanking implement, still wet from their wrapping, formidable I can assure you with hindsight; though being roses and my favourite flower, they did not appear so at the time, prior to use and I had a whole new regard for roses after.

In fairness P gave me the choice - hand on bare bum OTK or Roses on bare bum OT leather sofa arm. I love OTK but couldn't resist the roses. A minute later I was wishing I hadn't, an hour later I was glad I had. No idea how many strokes I got but those stems hurt they really did, and then P stopped and turned them round and started spanking with the petals end, which was bushier but with lots of tiny little stems which stung. Now, having no history of roses spankings to compare with I'd had no idea how effective they would be, or that some of the stems would break, or that my bum would be stinging so wickedly evenly all over, or that I would end up covered in rose petals, which P said looked lovely and snapped on his phone to show me later, hence the photo.

So what about the birthday sex that followed? Well it didn't. What followed was me clearing up loads of petals from the sofa especially down the back of the cushions, and both of us going back to the office to finish some work which had to be out by the end of the afternoon. And an hour or so later, sitting on my swivel chair with a bum still radiating heat, I thought how nice it felt and wondered if it would last till we went out to eat later. I hoped so. If not, well there was always that second bunch in the vase.BTW - his photo doesn't tell the truth, my bum was MUCH redder than that, I think the light affected it.

Ronnie

xx