Legal cheek

So, as if we didn't already know, barristers are not averse to threatening a slap or two across the bottom, as revealed by 'Me Too' barrister Charlotte Proudman below.

Makes me laugh the thought of top drawer high profile barristers like Michael Mansfield being 'mentioned in despatches' but that's just me.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

A Treat in Stockings

I  was sifting through my bottom drawer looking for some VPL pants to take on holiday with me, couldn't find any but did come across a set of stockings still attached to suspender, I smiled and then I mused about taking them to Portugal. Probably won't but I looked back in as I remember writing about wearing them.

It's a re-post but it was good fun so here goes......

I don't wear stockings very often, in fact I don't wear them at all for normal purposes, not even for going out somewhere special. Oh I do like them, don't get me wrong, I like them very much, they make me feel sexy and vulnerable and powerful (yes I know that's contradictory) and glamorous and all sorts of things but they're just not as practical as pulling on tights so they don't get used. Much. The exception of course, when I somehow manage to find time to fiddle about with clasps and make adjustments and get them just right, even on a warm day when no sensible person would wear such things, is when I'm wearing them for erotic purposes. Whether I've decided to wear them or been made to wear them I don't mind, either way I'm likely to get something more out of it than shiny legs for a few hours.

So I was delighted the other day when I came out of the shower and found a pair of stockings, still hooked to a suspender from their last outing, lying on the bed. P must have rummaged through one of my drawers and left them before he went to the office. I smiled, then my phone rang and I went downstairs to get it, I missed the call, it was from P so I called back, he said he was just calling to make sure I'd seen what was on the bed and to make sure to wear them. I told him it was going to be hot for stockings, he said I'd better do as I was told and wear them anyway and that I'd be a lot hotter if I didn't. Yummy insinuation, I remonstrated just to keep it going for a while, told him they wouldn't go with trousers or jeans (which I mostly wear for work) and he said I was to wear a skirt. "But P I don't wear skirts to the office unless we have visitors"............"Just do it, and don't be late in," he said and the call ended. Happy days, my husband must have been feeling particularly perky, it seemed like ages since he'd taken this sort of initiative, I was humming happily while I put on my stockings and suspenders

and searched for just the right knickers and found a nice retro style pair in black silk with minimal but tasteful lace trim then turned my attention to finding a skirt thin enough and tight enough to hug my curves and show outlines if I bent, which I intended to do quite a bit.

Our girl was in the office when I arrived, later than my usual time of course, she only works three half days now. I made a point of chatting with her more than usual, sat against the end of P's desk which I know he finds irritating, I hoped my suspender was showing through the thin skirt cotton but didn't bother looking, I pointedly ignored my husband. She must have thought I'd been drinking I was so chatty, she got very animated when I brought up the subject of holidays, they're taking their little girl abroad for the first time soon and really looking forward to it, I made sure the chat went on and on. At lunchtime she left, she still had a lot of profiles to finish and said she'd do some from home but I told her it would be all right she could finish them next time she was in. P told me I'd wasted an hour of her time, which he was paying for, and an hour of my own too. "Oh don't be a mean boss," I said as I bent unnecessarily low to check some stock in the corner of the office. I stayed there a while pretending I couldn't find what I was looking for. Then I felt a slap on my bottom and smiled slyly as I emitted a surprised "Ooh!"

The day continued in similar vein, with little casual touches, me being mildly saucy and by late afternoon complaining that I was rather behind with my own work and that some of my orders would just have to wait till next day (I wasn't behind really). P said if I'd still been working for him and taken that sort of attitude he would have taken the cane to me. I felt my face go red and my tummy went melty. I needed to say something quickly, something that would seal my fate. "If I was still working for you and got behind I'd have concealed it, that's what I always used to do and you'd never knew," I lied cockily. "Oh really," said my husband, "I'll deal with you after work."

And so he did. At 5.30 I started to get ready to go home and he said "Not so fast young lady, I've got twenty minutes work to finish then one phone call and then I'm going to cane your bottom soundly before you go home. So sit back down while you still can."

Twenty minutes can seem like a very long time when you're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to be called across the office to have your bottom caned. When P got to his phone call I was in such a state I don't think I could tell you a word he said or even who the call was to. Then the talking stopped and he put the phone down, walked over to my desk and told me to stand, then sat where I'd been sitting and pulled me across his knee. He couldn't get my skirt up because it was tight and below knee length, I asked if he needed me to get up (helpful aren't I) but I think he was a little embarrassed at having his masterful manner and intentions thwarted so he just spanked me over the skirt. It felt delicious and several minutes later my backside was throbbing and P's hands were lightly caressing my cheeks and tracing the contours of my underwear. My knickers were moist and if my husband had lifted me off his lap at that point and bent me over my desk and fucked me silly I would not have been a disappointed girl. But that didn't happen. 

I was made to stand then marched, for effect I suppose, the short distance from my desk to my husband's. I stood with my hands on my bottom watching my husband retrieve the curve handled cane he keeps taped to the underside of his desk. I gasped inwardly as the sticky tape released it into my husband's hand and he stood and swished it a couple of times as if to make sure it still worked. Then he made me shuffle my skirt up over my hips, I thought ridiculously my bottom must have been bigger after the spanking because the skirt hadn't seemed so tight when I'd put it on in the morning. I'm still self conscious when my husband ogles me prior to a spanking, I could feel my face burning as I exposed my knickers framed by my stockings and suspenders and stood waiting awkwardly.

A thought flashed through my mind, had I fastened the suspender over or under my knickers, I couldn't remember. Then I was being told to bend over and P's left hand was on my back easing me forward. "All the way," he demanded. He maked me settle against the desk top, that way I've got no way of wriggling forward. He told me I'd been provocative and disruptive and pushed my luck just a little too far and then he asked me if I had any idea how luscious my bottom looked at that very moment and how much he was going to enjoy caning it and then, without waiting for a reply other than the whimper which escaped my lips, he raised his cane and brought it swishing down onto my bottom.

"Ooooaow..!" I exhaled and stamped my right foot several times before receiving a second stroke in almost exactly the same place. "Oooooargh no please!!" I exclaimed and wriggled my bum from side to side and then pushed it upwards because I needed the next stroke, which was surely coming, to land somewhere different. "Eeeeowwwchh..!" I screeched as my sit spots were seared. Then I felt P's thumbs in the waistband of my knickers and he pulled them down to my knees and I knew the answer to how I'd fastened my suspender. He told me that girls as naughty as me got it on their bare bottoms especially when their bottoms had clearly been begging for it........I lied that I hadn't been begging for it but he told me I was dressed in such a manner that left him in no doubt he was doing what was necessary. I got another six strokes form the cane across my bare bottom

and I screeched and wailed and eventually begged him to PLEEEEASE stop.. I'd learnt my lesson.. I knew I'd been naughty... I agreed I'd deserved a good caning...I'd had one...Oooowwww..as I stomped from leg to leg... PLEASE stop.

Then I realised my husband had put his cane down and was just standing there ogling again, ogling a naughty well caned girl trying to save her bottom from further punishment. "Now pull your knickers up, adjust your skirt, put your face straight and go home," he said. He made me do it while he stood watching, lecherous and amused. I kept waiting for him to say something else but he didn't and I left the building with a sore bottom, on my own, hurrying to the car in case anyone I knew saw me; even though they couldn't possibly know I'd just been caned, I was too flustered to talk normally.

When I got home I was starting to feel a bit stiff, I went straight upstairs to look in the mirror, realised how hard he must have caned me when I saw the stripes and felt some of them ridging. I straightened my skirt and went downstairs, my bottom seriously suffering from after sting and a deeper burn was establishing itself, I sat down but couldn't keep still, lifting one side then the other and letting my fingers run gently over the wicked little welts. P arrived about twenty minutes later, I didn't acknowledge him, just looked moody. He asked me if I was all right, I didn't answer, he said I'd better cheer up or he'd take me upstairs and cane me again. I didn't appear to cheer up and P escorted me upstairs, he didn't cane me though, instead he pulled my skirt roughly up to my waist and undid his trousers, he had me on the bed on all fours and started to unfasten the waist clasp on my suspender. "No don't P," I said, "keep it on and my knickers too, just pull them aside and do it fast. And hard." So he did just that and thrust himself forcefully into me and in spite of the pain in my nether regions gave me the best rogering I'd had in long while.

I was absolutely exhausted afterwards and my bottom was still suffering most of the following day. I suppose it will be an eternity before I'm instructed to wear stockings again, still there's nothing to stop me taking the initiative myself, I do find them sexy and a sore bottom is a small price to pay for the surrounding thrills.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Instinctive

Isn't it just the same with all of us, where our hands go straight away the minute we're told we're in trouble or going to be spanked?

Ronnie

xx

44 Odd things You Don't Know About Me

Spotted over at Continued Journey and you know I can't resist these.

1. Do you like blue cheese?
Oh gosh no. Totally yuck. 

2. Have you ever smoked?
Cigarettes, cigars and pot - tried them all.

3. Do you own a gun? 

No but would like to shoot one just once. Should have taken the chance when P had his.

4. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Don't do ice cream. 

5. Do you get nervous before Doctor visits?
Yes. Don't you?

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I don't.

7. Favorite Movies?
A Good Year, Shawshank Redemption and Schindlers List.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Hot water with lemon followed by tea,

9. Do you do push ups?
Good god no. I hate them.

10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
A watch P bought for me years and years ago.

11. Favorite hobby? Don't really have a hobby now.

12. Do you have A.D.D.?
Nope.

13. What’s the one thing you dislike about yourself? 
Trying to please everyone and my inability to say ‘NO’ Though I'm a little better now than I used to be.

14. What is your middle name?
I do have one but I'm not telling.

15. Name three thoughts at this moment.. 
Silicone or wood. Must book a hair appointment. What to cook for dinner.

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
Only two regularly - water and tea. 

17. Current worry? 
Fitting everything in. 

18. Current annoyance right now? 
Laptop.

19. Favorite place to be? 

By the Ocean. 

20. How do you ring in the new year?
Can change every year. Sometimes with friends or family but my favourite is to bring in the New Year with just P.

21. Where would you like to go?
Too many places to name one.

22. Name three people who will complete this?
Don't mind if no one does as I just like doing these memes. 

23. Do you own slippers?
Yes - you will always find me in slippers from Winter until Spring.

24. What color shirt are you wearing right now?
Grey and white t shirt.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Nope.

26. Can you whistle?
Terribly.

27. What are your favorite color?
If it's not on my bottom

then its blue.

28. Would you be a pirate?
Oh gosh yes please. I'd love to be one. Well just for a short time. 

29. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Whatever song comes to mind and it's a good job you can't hear me. 

30. Favorite girls name?
Louise.

31. Favorite boys name?
Jack. 

32. What’s in your pocket right now?
Nothing at all.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? 
Lady in the Post Office. 

34. Best toy as a child?
My scooter

35. Worst injury you ever had? 
A torn ligament that took ages to heal.

36. Where would you love to live?
With P by the Ocean.

37. How many TV’s do you have?
Two but don't know why we have two.

38. Who is your loudest friend?
I wouldn't say any of them are loud.

39. How many dogs do you have?
No dogs now.

40. Does someone trust you?
Definitely.

41. What book are you reading at the moment? 
In between books.

42. What’s your favorite candy? 
Dark Chocolate.

43. What’s your favorite sports team?
Used to be West Bromwich Albion football team as I knew a lot of the players.

44. Favorite month?
May and December.

Thanks Morningstar.

Ronnie
xx

Smile of the Day

I was cuddling up to my husband the other night, he'd spanked me the previous day quite hard and I had my head on his shoulder. He reached around me and squeezed my bum and I flinched and said 'ouch'.

He squeezed again and said 'oh come on, if can't be tender now'. I told him it was, he'd used an implement as well as his hand and it had been really hard and bruised me. I was lying but he didn't know that, he said he couldn't understand it and wanted me to take my jeans down to inspect the damage. I said no it was ok, he wasn't satisfied though, professional pride perhaps, he asked me 'What was the worse part of your spanking then?'    

I told him 'That it stopped'. I was smiling, he knew then I'd been joking, I wasn't really damaged at all. I thought he might spank me for pretending but he didn't.

Oh well. Another time.

Ronnie
xx

Snapping the Damage

Does your partner take photos of your bottom after a spanking? 

I was thinking back to what my husband said as part of his New Year resolution and just wondering if others do it or is P just totally weird. When he's snapped me in the past on his nokia or whatever's been close to hand he's often said the photos would be warnings to me, reminders of what happens to my bottom when he has to spank me. But......I can never remember him sending me one of these 'reminders', so I mean what is it, some kind of kink he's got or is he going to make up an album for me as a present, or maybe blackmail me some day by threatening to put them on Facebook:) if he can't get his own way over something? Nah, on second thoughts he wouldn't do that, he'd just spank me.

Do you get snapped / or do the snapping?

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Tops Spot

Thanks for joining me for another of my Tops Spot.

This week we have one from Will. 

Will also kindly sent me a picture of his favourite and the damage it can do:)

I have a metal ping pong paddle that I use frequently.  

It has a hole in the handle that allows a two finger hold for those light playful spanks.  Merely place forefinger and thumb together with the paddle in the middle.  The weight of the paddle allows ample strikes to the bottom by only swinging the arm slightly.  If a heavier strike is needed then grasp the handle and apply.

I use the metal sides to not only supply heat to the skin 

but then flip to the other side and lay the "cold" metal to the hot ass.  I caress the reddened skin with the metal and it gives the butt time to relax and enjoy the two extremes,  Heat and Cold with the same implement.

My second favorite tool is the standard cow hide belt.  I have one that is a nice brown leather with a basketweave pattern.  The tongue end of the belt is smooth and the basketweave begins later.  This gives me the option for either pattern to be placed on the skin.  By folding the belt in half weight is added for additional heft.

I'm glad we don't have our ping pong bat any more and the belt, noooo thank you.

Thank you Will.

If any tops, male or female (haven't had one from a female top yet) who would like to do a review of an implement they own or tell me about a favourite they have, and why, please email me. I'll keep it secret if it's just for me but if it's OK for me to post it please say so

Don't forget to come back next Wednesday for another Tops Spot.

Ronnie
xx

First two pictures property of Will.
Let me know if the last picture is yours so I can credit or remove.

What do you think?

A picture of a bottom perhaps?

Leave a comment and I'll reveal all next week and also tell you why we didn't go away this weekend.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

xx

I smacked the waiter's bum

We went out to lunch Saturday and I smacked a waiter's bum, quite a nice one too.

I told you we we planning to visit our SIL and kids on the weekend, they live in the South East and we were touch and go about making the trip because of the bad weather down there, but it improved on the weekend so off we went. Pity the snow had gone because the kids had wanted to take us up on the local common to demonstrate their tobogganing prowess, anyway it didn't happen and we went out for lunch instead. We hadn't been to this place before, it wasn't a restaurant but a so called gastro pub with a sectioned dining area and loads of casual eating space, run by South Africans judging from the accents, really busy for a Saturday lunchtime. The tables were very close together, quite tight, we were a party of nine and they'd had to jiggle about with the tables a bit to get us in. All the waiters, boys and girls, wore T shirts with the pub's logo, black trousers and brown leather aprons, smart and trendy, a bit sexy too I thought.

We were shown to our table and told our waiter would be along with menus and take drinks orders. I sat down and started to take my coat off, silly really should have done it before I sat like everyone else had, I struggled and P looked up in the air as if to say ''there's always one...'', I pulled a face determined to divest myself of the garment still seated, suddenly my left arm came out fast and I caught the waiter serving the next table on his bottom, it would have been a real full smack if my hand had been turned flat but as it was, with the wriggling and twisting I'd been doing it was a half karate chop half smack. He jerked and then he turned and smiled, of course I apologised but was embarrassed, I could feel my face glowing. Our nephews thought it was very funny. After the guy had finished at the table he graciously turned to me, lifted my coat and popped it on a wall peg.

You now what, every time I looked up and he was anywhere near I kept catching his eye and I'm sure he was smiling at me.

I said to P later when we were on our own, '' I'm sure he was one of us.''

''No way,'' said P, ''I reckon he's batting for the wrong team.''

''What do you mean?'' I asked, I genuinely didn't follow.

''He's gay, you could see it a mile off.'' I hastened to add here P's not anti gay, not at all, but he jokes like lots of blokes do.

''Well he had a nice bum and a nice smile anyway.'' I added and stuck my tongue out.

P said yeah, every time he'd looked up to check out one of the waitresses he noticed me eyeing the waiter, he needed to have word with me about that. Ha! Men.

I'll catch you all later or tomorrow as I'm travelling to a funeral.

Ronnie

xx

A little tied up

I'm a little tied up today.

Out at a handbag show this morning and then meeting a friend for lunch so catch up with you all later or tomorrow.

Ronnie

xx

To give or receive

About to give someone a sound spanking or waiting to receive one?

Ronnie

xx

Smiling through

No I didn't snap this at my local Tesco but it did make me wonder, just for a brief moment, how many girls (or boys) out of all the shoppers might have a happy bum, but that raised the question what would constitute a happy bum, in my own case it would definitely be spanked one, I guess in some it might be the opposite and in others they'd just be neutral bums.

This girl's happiness is self evident. Nice to see a happy bottom whatever the reason.

Click to see larger picture.

Ronnie

xx

PVC has it's place

We're actually buying in some PVC and PU from a couple of the suppliers we met on Sunday in London at the show (not the hotpants slut's gear, although I'm sure she would be well suited to it). I had my doubts about it but have to admit some of it is quite stylish and P said it makes up a significant part of modern fashion and we should have some. I'm sure he didn't have this in mind....but then again.....

Ronnie

xx

Oh that looks stingy

In fact I can vouch it would be stingy because ages ago a florist near us was selling up and had a load of decorative 'twigs' going cheap, some of them in nice tall glass jars. P bought the lot including the jars, we never used the twigs for decoration of course, they were tested all sorts of ways, some wet, some in bunches of varying numbers, a couple of sturdy ones on their own.

They all broke eventually but they were fun and they do sting!

And before I go, the person receiving them in the picture looks suspiciously similarly attired to me on such twiggy occasions, in fact I could believe it was me except for the fact we don't have a checkered bed cover. Brings back yummy thoughts though, could do with finding a wholesale florist.

Ronnie

xx

Never miss an opportunity, I say

There I was last night standing on a chair leaning right over the top of our freezer which I'd defrosted and was switching back on, the electric socket is in a stupid place. P came up behind me and swatted my backside, I knew he'd walked in so I didn't jump, he said to be careful standing on chairs, I should have asked him to do it so he could risk breaking his neck if anyone had to. Then he said on second thoughts it is an attractive position to find a dutiful wife in and swatted me a couple of time more for good measure.

Attractive position, eh, so next time I'm cleaning out cupboards or some other task requiring much bending and leaning I'll have to make sure he's at home, maybe do it in my undies, that should attract several swats to his dutiful wife and with a bit of luck relieve her from the drudgery of her wifely chores. I'm sure our cupboards would get sorted out more often and a sell-by date never be missed.

Ronnie

xx

Erotic Caning

My laptop should be ready for collection tomorrow morning, apparently they’ve had trouble recovering my data but their chief geek's on the case now, keeping fingers crossed as I'm away overnight Sunday and I'd like it with me. P has to see a client on Monday up north and as it's our sons 21st on Sunday were going to take him out to dinner and stop over.  He's going out with his housemates tonight, which probably means he won't be fit for much tomorrow but that's students.

Having no laptop the past ten days has been a real pain and haven't been comfortable drafting posts on P's, anyway so I'm posting a story I found a while back and sent to P, I do such things occasionally, and found it this morning still in his 'Ronnie' folder where outlook express automatically stores copy mails I send him. I can't remember where I got it from so can't give anybody credit for it. It didn't fire P up to doing that to me by the way, maybe he didn't read it, maybe I'll drag it across to his inbox, I quite liked the story or at least the thought of it. 

Hope you enjoy it.

Story...

I had a horrible week last week. Just horrible. I could very easily look back on it with the kind of urgency as if I were fleeing the scene of a frightening accident. I was battered, wounded, torn from the inside out. I'd accumulated so much negative energy, I walked around with a sombre thunderhead hanging over my head, the storm front waiting to burst, just edging along my forehead. I needed a release.

I came home and found the darkest corner, and just sat. I didn't turn on any lights. I wanted to see if the total shadow would relieve me, help me disappear a little, distance myself from the events of the week. My girl came home, and the sound of her heels clicking on the tile shattered the silence surrounding me, but even this lovely song couldn't rouse me from my sullenness. She sensed my composition immediately and came into my study. She knew a little about how horrible my week had been, and embraced me, stroked my cheek and just held onto me. She asked me if there was anything she could do. I looked into her eyes, and she knew immediately. Without any words, she got up from my lap, walked to our bedroom, stood at the side of the bed and arranged herself for me.

I needed this.

I collected one of my rattan canes, a small pelt of white rabbit fur from my shelf, put on my jacket and walked to our bedroom. There she was standing. She'd hoisted her skirt up, her stockings and suspender remained, her heels of course she'd kept on. Her magnificent buttocks hung in the air. I walked behind her, gliding my hand over the flesh of her backside. Not a single muscle in her moved. She could sense how much tension I had inside, and I could tell that she was a bit apprehensive about what lay ahead for her. But I never turned it on her, she wasn't the cause, nor the victim, but the outlet. I held up the cane in the air in front of her face, she opened her mouth, and clamped down on it, putting her lips between the rod and her teeth. She has learned that I do not like indentations in my equipment.

I swatted her right ass cheek with my hand, snapping a loud pop into the air. I peppered her other cheek with short quick slaps, moving down her thigh, over the round shape of her butt, in between her legs. I started building a cadence that I could slowly begin to channel some of this energy through, finding the pulse in my head and pushing it out with each impact. I listened to her breathing. I watched the muscles beneath her flesh tense, and knew when to stop, take a step back, let her exhale.

I enjoy paying attention to her breathing, reminding her to in fact breathe (because she has the tendency to not remember). I'll put a hand on her back and simply say:

"Breathe."

And she'll resume the function that helps deliver her to a very small, safe place. I grabbed the rabbit pelt, and ran the soft milky fur over her cheeks and inner thighs. This helps as well. It soothes her, pulls her out of her real world self of bumping into strangers, loud city noises, navigating sidewalks, and sitting at a desk all day. By now, her skin on her ass was glowing pink, radiating a nice heat from the friction of my spanking.

I put the pelt down, and resumed swatting her. Harder, closer together. I sped up my rhythm, bringing heavier blow after heavier blow down onto her cheeks. Without realizing it, I've snapped. I'm in a completely different world. This world consists of energy, and specific postures, and correction. I felt a connection to her, one I'd needed all week long. Each time I told her to stick her bottom out, and she obeyed, the connection grew stronger. Every time I pulled back my hand and she winced, this action reinforced the connection.

I alternated between swats and caresses with the fur. These are not mechanical, clinical reactions. I wasn't suddenly counting the minutes.

Everything was fluid. My mind divined that ebb must arrive, I turned to the fur. Then, I felt a flood, I slapped my flesh against her flesh. Her backside screamed with a fiery redness.

I brought myself close to her, kissing her neck, breathing softly into her ear. I held out my hand beneath her chin, and she dropped the cane from her mouth into it. I had her lay over the edge of the bed. I tapped the cane on her left cheek. She yelped. She fears the cane. But this was the particular instrument I needed to exorcise the week's events. I patiently held the cane horizontally stretching across both cheeks.

"Present your bottom." She obligingly pushed her derriere higher into the air, almost daring the cane to meet it.

I pulled the cane back and stung her with a slice that gave her right buttock the worst of the blow. I paused. She pulled a groan that emanated from the point of impact, all the way up through her insides and out of her mouth. She shivered, and stomped a few times on her right foot. I reviewed the mark, comparing the result to the force behind it. I gave her three more trial marks, finding my touch once again. I asked her for a number. She does not know how hard each stroke will be, she can only give me a number that I will then use to allocate stripes across her lovely ass

"10" she ventured.

"Let's make it 12."

By the end of it all, my actions find me carefully rubbing her throbbing skin with the supple rabbit fur, holding her, praising her for several minutes. I thank her for the release, the ability to express what I held inside. This is far removed from the typical regimental spankings I use as correction and reinforcement of her place. I've taken the malicious battering I've accumulated during the week, transformed the energy and from it, forged a stronger fellowship with my girl. Something beautiful has emerged.

Finally I drop the rabbit fur and feel between her legs. She is wet and now I must help her release some of the tension of her own week. It is a task I will relish.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Trouble Brewed - I've JUST been punished

Its Weds abt 7pm and I've just been punished. Less than five mins ago and I want to write about it now while it hurts and I'm mad. He's gone to fetch his mother fromt the station and a bottle of white he'll be about 40 mins but I'll tell you how things cameabout later, right now I want to record how I feel.

Excuse the typos but Im not going to correct them, I'm burning up, sore, deep sting which fades and then returns and I'm shuffling from side to side, one cheek off the seat then the other, a padded dinning chair in front of my laptop, in fact I've got to get up and walk around.................less than a min I'm back, my legs were shaking they're ok now, sitting again, this is hurting my bums feeling tight I think it might be welts forming I'll take a look in amin, I think I can feelthem through my jeans, he used a leather strop he made ages ago and I've felt it many times but never likes this, I normally like leather. I wanted to cry at one point just before it ended, thought about safe word but I wasn't in danger I love and trust P, I was just being punished, I'd wanted it to happen i've wanted it to happen before xmas, now it has, i was definitely in the wrong I know that, i wish he was still here, hadn't done it at this time then had to dash to collect his mom, bringing her back her for dinner.

It HURTS it isnt fading or turning sexy or any of the usual stuff........stay there while I go to the bathroom..........back now crying, my eyes puffy, bums got welts at least 4 clear ones more on the right cheek and they curles round at bit, then there are lots more lines merged, deep red all over and hot to touch, I think there'll be bruises. And how do I feel right now, mistake? I dont think so not sure though, when it hurts so much its the wrong time to judge, I dont fancy sitting on one of these chairs for 2 sodding hours making small talk with his mom thats for sure. I've got stuff in the oven I need to check on so I'll go and be agood wife, god this hursts, I'll update later or tomorrow logging off now.

Ronnie

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Back again....

4 hours later my bums still sore. The ordeal evening was ok. When he got back from the station with his mom he had a great big bunch of flowers for me, Mmmm something smells nice, he said these are for my favourite girl and he gave me the flowers with a little peck on the cheek. I'd planned on giving him the cold shoulder but I just felt melty, I hurried off to busy myself in the kitchen his mom in pursuit, anything she could do to help you know how it goes. I'd rather it been him in the kitchen helping me, not saying anything, just being with me.

He's gone to take her home now, he'll be back soon, I'm not going to say anything when he gets back just be normal. Posting now. Goodnight.

Impromptu Spanking

I didn't forget to tell you about Sunday, I just didn't get it ready for posting until today although I did make a short topical post on Sunday. Anyway it happened that I got my promised spanking on Sunday in fact I got three, but it was an impromptu one which was the best as is often the case.

I started writing this in the office yesterday morning with still a tingle in my bottom but that's gone now. I didn't finish because we got a fire alarm drill which meant all out front in the freezing cold then the day was quite busy, anyway nothing lost.

Sunday started well had my usual maintenance spanking, the one that P gives allegedly to make sure I am a good girl for the rest of the week and usually leads to little fun in the bedroom which it did.

Rest of the morning doing the boring but necessary Sunday chores, cleaning, tidying you know (no lunch cooking as we were going out to eat in the evening). Later P had to go into town to pick up some brackets he needed to fix some kitchen wall cabinets, I decided to tag along as there's a new lingerie shop just opened in town with opening offers so I went for a mooch. Half way into town came up behind a horse rider, P chuckled, horse riders he said, remember last weekend (the girl horse riders who held us up and P said they should be spanked).

That set me thinking. (P was hopefully going to spank me later for Chinese New Year but I wanted to make sure he did). Got back home mid afternoon, I popped upstairs while P played with his cabinets, searched my overflow drawer in the spare room until I found what I wanted, couldn't remember if I still had them or if they'd been packed off to Oxfam as they were tight from the start, ahh...found them...a pair of jodhpurs which we bought from Croft Equestrian ages ago, and not for riding purposes (they also sell genuine whips and crops by the way, reasonable and good quality too). So I went back into our room and changed - white shirt, no bra, no pants, winter boots, and my old but little used jodhpurs which seemed to be size tighter than I remembered, then I took our riding crop (also from Croft) out of P's drawer, took a deep breath and went back into the spare room where I could hear P putting away his tools. I stood just through the doorway, slowly tapping the crop across my thigh.
When I had his attention I said “Had a lovely ride but so much traffic on the roads this morning, some of the drivers seemed to be getting a tad annoyed, must think they own the roads some of them, no manners” P stopped what he was doing and turned round, briefly bewilderment and then amusement on his face (wished I had my phone handy) which quickly changed to sternness (goody he's got the plot I thought to myself).

He took the crop from me and said ''That's a typical sort of comment I'd expect from an arrogant member of the riding shooting set, I think you could do with a lesson in road manners yourself'' or something like that I can't remember the exact words I was too excited.

He escorted me back into our room and told me to get on the bed on all fours (we don’t have any saddles mores the pity), my jodhpurs stretched very tight over and into my bottom, P then started caressing my bottom, Hmmmm my girl no pants on I see, his hand smacked my bottom several times, then some rubbing, smacking, more smacking, my bottom warmed to his touch, then I felt the tip of the crop trail down my back, over my bum, falling between my legs, lightly up and down, tapping my inner thighs, teasing, tantalising. I locked my legs tight at one point trying to hold the crop between them, squirming, wondering if my moisture would seep through my jodhpurs. He took hold of my waist and delivered several quick strokes squarely to each buttock, I jumped but P held my waist firm and delivered several more with equal intensity and rhythm across my buttocks, no sound other than the end of the crop which has a leather flapper slapping against my cheeks. God couldn't believe the sting, which got deeper with each slap, I was sure I would have welts or bruising or something if he continued, I cheekily suggested perhaps he should un-trouser me so that he could see his target better but he told me gravely ''You'll be glad of those jodhpurs in a moment young lady'' and with that he stood back and delivered what I have to assume was a pretty firm whipping. He did it so fast I hardly had time to catch my breath and when I once almost wiggled out of range he warned ''Stay right where you are or I won't hesitate to restrain you!'' I stayed. When it was over I was hot, on fire, moaning, almost sobbing, legs shaking yet I'm sure I was wriggling my quivering bottom for more.

P threw the crop on the bed, reached round, unzipped me, pulled my jodhpurs down, ''Hmmm that should teach you some manners'' as he surveyed his work then caressed my poor cheeks gently, lovingly, letting his hands rest in all the right spots, moving up to take hold of by breasts, ripping my shirt open and playing with my nipples, I couldn’t stand it, I was pushing my bottom into his groin feeling his hardness, he stopped, I heard the zip of his trousers, the sound of them coming down, my bottom pushing up harder, greedy for contact, his hands each side of my hips and then a gasp as he entered me from behind, I shouted as he drove deeper, and screamed just seconds later as we both came and collapsed on the bed, P on top of and buried deep in me, and just lay there for a few minutes, "I hope you will remember to be courteous to drivers next time you go out riding he said."

When we'd both straightened up, P said lets not go out I’ll cook some pasta, great, fine by me. We went downstairs, P went out and cleaned the car while I read the newspaper and posted that interesting little article about the American lawyer working in Moscow. Later P made a lovely penne with some pepperoni chilli and olives in a tomato sauce (he’s a better cook than me but don’t tell him I said so) and opened a bottle of light red wine, delicious.

P settled down to finish reading the Sunday papers while I washed the dishes, afterwards I came in and plonked myself right across his lap, straight over the paper he was reading, ''You forgot my Chinese New Year spanking,'' I said, he laughed and immediately delivered my third spanking it lasted all of a measly five seconds but its the thought that counts and I hadn't had a bad day.

Ronnie
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Fine weekend

Just a quick post as first real day back at work, lots to do and I dont want to get spanked, well not just for now. After Friday, Saturday and my yummy maintenance spanking yesterday my bottom needs a rest. It's a little on the tender side I noticed in the shower this morning, and still has a pink hue to the flesh. P thinks my bottom is at it's best when it looks this.

Said I would post a pic of the paddle he used on Friday. He tells me bought it a while back from Leatherthorn Paddles (John), dark horse that he is, and kept it under wraps. What a waste! I thinks its lovely, didn't quite feel like that on my bottom.

Ronnie
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