Flip Flop Spanked

And it hurt, and it was my own fault because I persuaded him to have them. Corrupted him to have them actually, that was his choice of words in the car as we drove home from town.

You see my husband is not highly fashion conscious, certainly not when it comes to himself anyway, so he balks at paying what he always calls over the odds for nice stuff. Now we're going away somewhere warm next month and his beach flip flops from the last several years are looking a bit ragged to say the least.

so I convinced him, against his better judgement, that he should upgrade to a new pair especially now with the summer (what summer?) sales on. I persuaded him to try on a nice leather pair, told him they looked great, pointed out they were on the sale shelf blah blah blah, and even said I'd pay for them (because honestly his old ones are an embarrassment. (A little likes these. They were broken but P glued them) which I did without telling him the price.

Later in the car I did tell him the price and what a good deal it was and he momentarily lost concentration and nearly knocked someone of a cycle he was so outraged, he said he normally pays about a fiver for them in beach side shops and even that's too much. So we exchanged a few words, he said we'd been ripped off which was ridiculous I'd known exactly what I was doing, and when we got home he said he'd try them on properly which he did. He found faults which he hadn't realised in the shop - they were leather so he wouldn't be able to splash through the surf, the heels were uncomfortable, they would fade in the sun, he did go on.

Eventually I told him he should just shut up and accept them and be glad someone cares how he looks, I said I was throwing his old ones out with the rubbish. He thought about it, didn't say anything, went upstairs, I heard him bumping about, then a few minutes later he was back in the lounge wearing his old flip flops.

"See my old ones are fine, perfect for my needs," he said.

"They need to go in the bin, P," said moi,"really they do, they're disgraceful, you'll have to have your own beach space if you insist on wearing them."

"Well they're not going in the bin, but those poncy leather ones are going back to the store."

I told him I wouldn't take them back, he'd change his mind and see sense. Unfortunately I think he saw red instead of sense; he picked up one of the new flip flops, pulled me off my seat and over to the dining table where he told me to take my jeans down and bend across it for him to spank me. I said no way, it wasn't fair it was getting out of proportion, so he put his flip flop on the table and took my jeans down for me, then after bending me easily across the table and securing me there with his left hand he spanked me for several minutes, pausing only to yank my knickers down towards the end, with the damned flip flop and it hurt as much as a paddle hurts.

I struggled as I always do when it's unfair, I may have called him some names too, he said I did and he said I was lucky he hadn't gone and fetched the cane to me.

I immediately apologised for calling him anything even if I couldn't remember what it was I'd called him. He seemed satisfied, threw the 'implement' on the floor and re stated his earlier instruction that they were to go back to store and this time I didn't argue. Then he went and made two cups of tea and said he was going to watch some a wildlife documentary on TV and I could join him if I wanted.

I did join him but not until I'd made a show of packing tissue round the flip flops and putting them back in their box as a clear sign of obedience (I did remove them later for this photo shot.)

So guys, any of you in the UK who have the good taste to buy a pair of leather flip flops from Jones in the coming weeks be aware that they have a powerful dual use (I should say girls be aware too!) and someone, size ten, is likely to be buying a pair which has my DNA all over the right sole.

Ronnie

xx

Let me know if the picture is yours so I can give credit.

Temper Temper

My husband prides himself on his cool temperament, his ability to respond calmly and logically to different situations and of course, in his view at least, come up with the best solution or conclusion depending what it's about. I see a different side of him because I know him well, particularly his tendency towards, ahem, getting value.....

It used to cause disagreement ages ago but these days I've learned how to play him, I usually pretty much agree with whatever he says or just go quiet when he's mulling over a purchase of some kind, let him work it out himself, he often reconsiders his meanness shrewdness and ends up doing the right thing but not always....sometimes he makes the cheap call and of course it doesn't always turn out to be value at all and he has to fork out again.

It happened the other day and it got me spanked but not hard. We were in a supermarket and he wanted some wine for a BBQ we were attending but didn't want to take good stuff. We get a lot of wine online and sometimes use Majestic too because they have helpful staff; anyway he spotted an offer 'any three for £12' and picked out 6 bottles for £24. I asked him if he was making bourguignonne or something (my way of hinting that perhaps it might be OK for cooking) but he said, no certainly not, we'll take a couple to the barbie and keep the rest.

We checked out and loaded the car, on the way back I said "You know I think we've tasted at least one of those before and it wasn't nice." He said he didn't think so, he couldn't remember it anyway and they were great value. When we got home I opened one, it was a screw top of Spanish origin, I poured a drop and took a glass over to my husband. He said it was a bit early to be drinking but I told him to take a sip which he did and winced.

"Christ, is that one of those we just bought?" He asked. I told him it was and in my opinion they were probably all of a similar quality. He asked me why, if I knew they were crap, I hadn't told him in the store and I rolled my eyes and said "P, if you knew what it was like shopping with you sometimes you'd know why I kept respectfully quiet."

"Well they'll be OK for the barbecue," he said.

"I wouldn't be too pleased if someone brought one to a barbecue of ours," I responded, "and I don't think I'd feel comfortable handing any of them to our hosts so you can do it and be sure to tell them you chose them."

I could see his mind racing, he'd made a mistake and said we'd better take them back and get something different, what he actually meant was I'd better take them back and explain to Customer Services that we'd tasted one and it was crap so we were returning the lot for credit, while he mooched the shelves for something more suitable.

I refused to do his dirty work so in the end he agreed to come with me to Customer Services, which he did and the girl on duty started umming and arring, not helpful and said she needed to speak with a supervisor

and P got very annoyed and started reeling off the Sale of Goods Act and something about the product not being of merchantable quality and in the end the girl just refunded, I think to get rid of P from the desk where other customers were queuing.

We left the store without P choosing any new wines, he was fuming about the Customer Services girl's attitude (I have to say that she was rather snooty about it, bad attitude for CS but I didn't tell P I agreed) I told him it wasn't the way to get refunds smoothly.

He told me if I'd done as he'd asked and handled the refund while he went and chose some other stuff it would all have been fine.

By the time we got home he had cooled off but took me upstairs, I don't know why because we had the house to ourselves, into our bedroom and put me across his knee and started spanking me.

"Bloody hell P, I'm not the Customer Service girl you know!" I said.

"Well you could have helped me out and saved me from that sort of ordeal."

Then he made me lift up at the waist and pulled my jeans and pants down and spanked me some more for good measure.

I didn't bother telling him if he'd been a bit more sensible and thought about what he was buying instead of going for a 'great offer' it never would have happened.

And I didn't bother telling him later, when we took some much more expensive wine to the barbecue, that his penny pinching had actually cost us not saved us.

Still we had a really nice evening and maybe I'll save my smug little comment about penny pinching costing us for another time, you never know it might get me spanked again.

Ronnie

xx

Oh dear severe demerit

Little behind with my spanking story and yes you know me it's long so skip to the spanking bit if you want.

'What's a strape?' My husband asked me.

'I don't know,' I replied, 'is it for a crossword or something, what's it in connection with?' I was trying to be helpful.

'Just thought you might know, as you write about them, online, on your blog in fact.'

Sometimes P is too cryptic and it takes a while to get to the bottom of whatever he's on about, good job I know him well enough. I asked him what the hell he was talking about and he referred me to a recent post I'd written, he even sent me an email which he copied from my blog. It was Friday 13th July.

FRIDAY, 13 JULY 2012

Tawses, Strapes and Canes.....

The department store was one of the traditional type

He was right, I'd mis-spelled straps as strapes and I changed it forthwith, thanking my husband for pointing out my error and letting him know I'd corrected it, I was quietly pleased that he'd been on my blog as he doesn't visit very often.

'You may have corrected the error,' he said, 'but who's going to correct you for your slackness in making the error?'

Ah, I thought, so he's feeling frisky, good. I asked him if he read the story and he said he'd skipped through it and asked me where I found the time to do all that writing and what a shame to blot my copybook with careless silly spelling errors. The word slack was used again, he uses that sometimes when he can't think of any real reason to find fault, he equates slackness with laziness, which is contradictory really because if I was lazy how come I found time to do all that writing. I put this point to my husband but he wasn't interested and told me not to bother trying to make excuses, it would just make matters worse. Oh god, so from a tiny little spelling error we'd got to a point where matters were apparently bad and I needed correcting and if I spoke up and told the truth it would be the worse for me. How unfair is that! I told P that it was just a little typo but I agreed with him that some correction might be appropriate, I had in mind a nice otk hand spanking followed by whatever happened.

'I'm glad you agree with me,' he said, 'so I think if I apply all three of the implements mentioned to your backside you'll have a very vivid memory of your slackness and be more careful in future. Go up to the office and wait for me, please.'

This didn't seem fair at all, in fact it plainly wasn't fair but I did want a spanking, just not a hard one, and the fact that he'd ordered me to the office not the bedroom suggested to me that it was more likely spanking than hanky panky on my husband's mind. On the other hand the format this was taking was quite out of character for P, messing around with more than one implement isn't really his style and rarely happens so I couldn't be certain what to expect. I waited in the office and heard P come upstairs and go into the bedroom. Seconds later he was in the office holding a two tail tawse, a black leather strap and the junior cane which isn't at all 'junior' in my opinion. He dropped them onto the futon.

He told me to lower my jeans and bend over his desk (it's always 'his' desk when I'm getting spanked even though I spend a fair bit of time at it too, not always being spanked I might add). I hesitated and mentioned something about a warm up but my husband came right up to me, undid my jeans, turned me round and pushed me forward across his desk. He'd forgotten to pull the jeans down which is more difficult to do when you're bending, especially if they're tight as mine were; when he realised his error he grabbed them quite forcefully, with his thumbs into the waistband at each side, and wiggled them down to me knees, my knickers travelling with them. I let out an Oohh, I always do when my pants are taken down, I think I'd do it even if some psychopath was about to murder me and I was scared out of my wits...I must be programmed that way.

'You'll be warmed up soon enough,' P told me as he positioned himself to my left.

Then I sensed his movement as he reached to pick up an implement and then I felt the flat *THWAP!* of leather across my buttocks and I squealed because I hadn't expected it so soon, he didn't rest it on me first or anything. It caught my right cheek considerably harder than my left and it came again before I could adjust my position or say anything, it was very sharp. I said *URRGGH!* and quickly pushed the left side of my bum further out.

'I see,' said my understanding husband, 'this cheek's feeling left out,' and he landed two rapid *SPLATS* to even things up, after which he spanked repeatedly but not quite as hard for at least a minute, which seems a lot longer when you're backside's on fire, making sure he struck evenly or as evenly as he could. With me, after I'm medium toasted I hardly notice whether one side or the other is getting it worst, although it often becomes apparent later when sitting. The spanking stopped, well paused, and I asked him what he'd been using.

'The tawse. I thought I'd work through the same order as your post heading, tawse 'strape' cane, so it'll be the 'strape' next, it'll be a first for you I don't think you've ever been 'straped' before have you.'

'Very funny P,' I said, 'the tawse certainly bites.' My husband's left hand soothed my bottom as this exchange took place.

He swapped the tawse for the black leather strap which he made from a 2" wide shiny calf leather belt which he'd doubled over and glued, it's fearsome and doesn't get used often. His hand still soothed my bottom and I was moistening even though I knew what was coming (I don't mean me), I tried to push my cheeks back as far as possible into his hand wanting his fingers to stray deeper but my husband knows my ways and his hand gave me a sharp slap.

Then the same hand was in the small of my back, lifting my shirt and settling there, holding me, no more stroking. I whimpered because I knew the strap must be imminent. It was and it was vicious and I screeched loudly and arched upwards to let my husband know it was extreme but his hand in the small of my back was firm and I suppose from a spankers point of view my unintended pose, with my back arched and my bottom forced out, could have been mistaken for lasciviousness. I presume it was because, after another half dozen hard and noisy strokes from that evil belt with me wriggling under my husband's hold, the thrashing stopped

and I heard his zipper undo and I bent my knees inward to open my cheeks, slut that I can be, but it got me a very sharp slap from his hand which made me clench instinctively and at that point my husband's cock was at me, engorged and, I could tell, wet because it slid easily against my cheeks, I thought he must have been drooling while he was spanking me.

I gasped but relaxed by bottom and pushed back, only to get another meaty slap on my right buttock which made me clench again with his cock between my cheeks, then I stiffened as I felt its head right against my back door and I thought he was going to do that to me and my eyes went wide and I thought 'go on then, go on, don't stop now, do it', but he didn't; instead he lowered it to where I was now soaking wet and plunged into me forcing me hard against the desk which I gripped tightly to help me counter. I could tell from his urgency that he didn't have long and I tried in vain to speed up to match him but it wasn't until I felt him spurting hot and furiously that I tipped over the edge and started bucking wildly draining the last drops from my husband and squirting my own pleasure over his jeans which were still round his thighs.

P pulled us both onto the futon, me still impaled on his shaft which was still showing signs of life. I jumped up because the stick up bit on his zipper stabbed me in the thigh, he just shoved his jeans further down and pulled me back onto him, we both laughed.

'Just the cane to go now then,' I joked (half joked).

'Don't tempt me,' said my husband.

He didn't but we did retire to the bedroom for half an hour which was very pleasant.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

I forgot the mussels

We were having friends round the other day and P was cooking, stuff from the sea, shellfish starters mussels for the boys and clams for the girls, Cornish brill all round for the mains, P doesn't do puddings which is a shame because I'm sure they'd be good. There was a problem and we had to dash out to solve it, you see I forgot to get the mussels.

P seemed quite horrified when he checked the fridge and they weren't there. He asked me where they were and I just said oops sorry, I forgot, which was the truth. I suggested he divi the clams up between all four of us, it would be fine but he said no there weren't enough. We had a couple of hours before our friends were due, P said we were going out to get some, I said I don't need to come P, it doesn't take two to carry a net of mussels, but he said I was the one who forgot them so I was the one who'd get them, no argument.

Now I want you to know there was no real anger here but there was certainly a determination on my husband's part to have his mussels as planned so I got up and off we went. Our first port of call was Waitrose and they didn't have any, P looked anxious, they had loads of other nice stuff, I asked him what was the big deal....why didn't he just choose something else. No, he said, mussels will be out of season for breeding soon and I promised Geoff we'd have some. P asked the counter guy if he had any in the back but the assistant said almost exactly what P had told me, they were in short supply because the breeding season was starting and they had a responsible sourcing policy.

'Well I didn't know that did I?' I said to my husband as he ushered me out of the store.

'You didn't need to know you just needed to do as you were told,' he said.

We headed to Tesco's where presumably they don't have a responsible sourcing policy and they had a few nets left sitting in ice. P handled them and the assistant came up immediately and asked if he could help, customers weren't supposed to handle the fish. P told him he wanted the ones with the least open shells, then he made his choice and the guy popped them in a plastic bag with a bar code sticker. 'Don't seal the bag please,' said my husband, 'they need air'. The assistant probably though my husband was a right prat but P didn't care, he'd got his mussels which he handed to me to take through the quick checkout.

So we got home, panic over, disaster avoided. But that wasn't quite the end of the incident....you see it got me spanked and frankly I didn't deserve it, I mean I didn't do it on purpose at all, I just really forgot which anyone can do sometimes, and I didn't know about mussels' breeding habits and all that so it wasn't exactly a priority to my way of thinking...but it still got me spanked. Not too hard and it was only over my jeans but hard enough to make a link between mussels and spanking. Then P was off to do his kitchen prep leaving me to smoulder with a unjustly warmed bottom.

Not often I say anything good about Tesco but I think they saved my bottom:)

We did have a lovely evening and P's mussels in garlic white wine and coriander went down well.

Ronnie

xx

Couldn't find a picture of someone being spanked over jeans.

Spanked on Father's Day

I got spanked on Fathers Day and I neither expected it nor asked for it. Nor appreciated the way it was done because there was no passion in it, if that makes sense. It was cursory, that's the best word I can think of for it, and I'm going to tell you about it but not at length because well frankly it just wasn't all that good but you can't mail a spanking back to sender with the reason 'unsatisfactory' or 'not as expected', can you.

So P had one card and a small gift to open, which he did first thing in the morning. The giver of the gift had gone to work (our son has a new job which includes some Sundays in his induction period), P took a walk down to the paper shop as usual, I got up a bit later as I treat myself to a (little) lie-in on Sundays, everything running as per normal until, towards lunchtime, my husband decided he was going to spank me and that we were going to eat lunch out.

"Why? What have I done?"

"Nothing, but it's Fathers Day isn't it?"................."Yes, P, it is."

"OK then I get to decide what goes on, I mean it's my day, correct or not?"........."I've already said it is, P, so what's the plan?"

"The plan is that I spank your backside till you can't sit down then we go and have a couple of beers and a snack down at the Bulls' Head, you can drive."

"But that will involve sitting, P, as will having a snack at the Bull's."

"Exactly," said my husband as he cleared the Sunday papers off the sofa, dragged me across his lap and proceeded to spank my bottom

Now my husband is quite a good spanker of bottoms, hopefully only mine I might add, but as I've already said, this particular one was lacklustre, it was a painting-by-numbers spanking, it didn't impress. We went to the pub, I sat easily in the car and easily in the nice comfy bosun's chair in the dining area. I decided to let my husband know how easily I was sitting, far too easily in fact, and if a job's worth doing it's worth doing properly and other such comments to get my point across.

"I see," said my husband, "well then you'd better consider that just a down payment on the humdinger of a spanking you're going to get just as soon as we get home."

Just hearing the threat in his deepening tone made me squeeze my legs together under the table and I'm sure by bottom became less comfortable in my seat. Unfortunately his phone went off two minutes later, his mother's hot water system had stopped working and she didn't know how to fix it. Well she wouldn't would she, ah well, I got dropped off back at the house and my husband went off to fix his mom's plumbing.

I've still got a 'humdinger' to come, please don't you forget P, I'll be dropping hints until it's done.

Girls day out today, lunch, shopping and dinner so catch up with you tomorrow.

Ronnie

xx

Jimmy got me Spanked

No, it wasn't some friend (or ex boyfriend) getting me into trouble over something. It was Jimmy Choo. Yes of handbag fame, or purse if you're stateside.

I told you we were going to a wedding on Saturday, and all very nice it was too, but I didn't tell you I was getting a new outfit for it and nor did I tell my husband. I know I've also told you I run a small online fashion related retail business and, in the course of same, I use eBay quite a bit for buying, selling and keeping in touch with the competition. Well, I picked up a bargain Jimmy Choo handbag at auction, it's really nice, it was lightly used (I don't mind) but honestly you couldn't tell it from new and it matched my outfit and shoes perfectly so I was a happy bunny. (no picture isn't me or the bag)

So that's the background, now I suppose you can put two and two together and guess more or less what happened. Oh you can? Alright then I won't bother telling you.

Only joking, here it is - we were running on time according to my husband, who doesn't like being late, or early for that matter; he reckoned we had about a twenty minute drive to the church and we had a little time to spare. He was ready to go, just finishing a coffee downstairs when I made my appearance. Ta-da! I swirled around and waited. His response was minimal, he slurped the last of his coffee then after a minute or so asked me when I'd bought it, where from and how much. Crap questions I didn't want to hear let alone answer, what I wanted was same as we all want, to be told I looked nice, great even would have been better. So I asked him how it looked, I shouldn't have to do that but I know my husband, and he said it suited me (big deal, what's that supposed to mean) then asked again where I'd got it from. I told him and said it had been reduced a lot which was true, then I told him what I'd paid.

"Lot of money for a one-off wear," said P.

"It won't be a one-off, I'll get plenty of use out of it, you'll see."

I don't think that convinced him and I'll admit he's more practical minded than me, I'll also admit I do occasionally make purchases which don't see the light of day for ages, in fact sometimes only once. Anyway my husband overcame his obsession for viewing everything like an accountant, came over to me and pecked my cheek and told me it looked good, then corrected himself and told me I looked good and we'd better get going. Feeling happier I said just a minute and went back upstairs to get my handbag, I was back in a trice and beaming, I knew the handbag must have at least doubled my 'looking good-ness'. Well perhaps not to my husband's eyes but it certainly got his attention.

"Is that a new bag," he said. "Not too sure about it, isn't it a bit trendy, a bit young to go with the outfit?" You don't say that sort of thing to a girl when you're about to leave for a wedding and you don't mention young. At least he said young to go with the outfit, I thought, but then again I was wearing the bloody outfit so it obviously applied to me.

"No, P, you're just old fashioned, it's perfect, I'll just have one last check in the mirror." He'd got me worried now. I turned to go upstairs but he caught me arm, he'd spotted the Jimmy Choo brand. He asked me if it was a ripoff and I told him it was the real thing. He said I had to be joking, he knew how much they cost, but I told him I wasn't joking at all it was real and it looked good.

"So how much?" My husband asked. I told him and his eyes widened, I think he was incredulous that it was more than the outfit had cost.

"I suggest if you've still got the packaging that you send it back and tell them it was the wrong colour or something, use one of your other bags and lets get going." I was quite angry and probably a bit emotional too, why couldn't he see how obviously perfect the bag was. I almost stormed off and said stuff the wedding then, I'm not going. But I didn't, instead I stood my ground, in fact anger got the better of me. The 'young' word was still gnawing at me and now the suggestion that I might send my handbag back. No way.

"Fuck you, I'm not sending it back, I paid for it and it's coming with me to the wedding and it looks good, I know it does." But my confidence was waning, emotion was taking over again, think my eyes might even have been welling up, I think P thought so too. He took me over to the sofa, sat down and pulled me across his lap, my handbag fell to the floor, my little tailored jacket pulled half way up my back, my snug fitting skirt was raised up over my stocking tops and then with some difficulty over the cheeks of my bottom. Down came my knickers and down came my husband's hand,

repeatedly and very hard, the sort of spanks that would have had me oohing and aahing and wriggling for more under different circumstances but at the time had me gritting my teeth. I did kick a bit because it hurt and one of my shoes flew off and hit the flat screen, so I was told later, but there was no erotic undertone to it, just a wife getting a sound spanking for swearing at her husband. Yep that was what triggered the spanking, he told me that later too, that and the fact that he reckoned my emotion level was about to peak and he thought it best to step in and take charge.

I was snivelling a bit when he let me up, not crying, I think it was hay fever. Anyway he told me I looked lovely, and to put myself straight and he reckoned we'd still make the church no problem. I said I had to re-do my hair and I'd got creases in my suit and my makeup I was sure looked messy but he said nonsense, just straighten my skirt and jacket, the creases would drop out and the rest of me was perfect. Then I picked up my Jimmy Choo and looked at him, he smiled and said it was ok really, he hoped it was worth a warm backside. Two minutes later we were pulling off the drive.

On the way to the church P put his hand on my knee and said he'd liked my stockings. I said I liked them too and had intended them to be a surprise, to be discovered in not quite the way they were. He said that was fine, they were still a nice surprise, he liked that I took the trouble. He loved being with me too, he said, and that made me feel warm, not that I wasn't already if you get what I mean.

So I reasoned it out on the rest of the journey, I know I shouldn't have sworn at P but it was Jimmy that was really the root cause of my denouement. I think I shall always treasure it a little bit more for the trouble it got me into.

Ronnie

xx

"Couldn't have done it without YOU"

Am I an un-thinking person? I mean those of you who know me well, do you think I am? And those who pop in occasionally, do I give that kind of impression?

No, I don't think I am un-thinking. But I got spanked for being just that and it was all because my husband spotted the title I used for my 500,000th post. He doesn't often visit my blog unless I ask him for help with something which I did (I'm supposed to update my stories which I haven't done for ages but I couldn't remember how to do it.) He spotted my aforementioned post and told me I'd forgotten something, or someone actually. I said 'Oh really P and who would that be', I genuinely didn't know what was in his head and he told me I'd forgotten him, he said I couldn't have done it without him. I told him I appreciated his help from time to time but really, come on, it's not that often P.

"No", he said, "you misunderstand what I'm saying. Come here."

Well I was in the middle of ironing, but I put it down and went to walk over to him, obedient wife that I am.

"Turn the iron off," he said.

I did and went across to the sofa where he was sitting. My husband pulled me down onto the sofa and across his lap, his left hand reached under my tummy for the stud and zipper to my jeans and in a flash they were down to my thighs, followed swiftly my knickers. This all happened in the space of just a few minutes, I mean there was no spanking foreplay or teasing of any sort, no warm up either, I wasn't sure whether it was fun or serious, he didn't say anything just started spanking me.

When you don't know what it's about or how long it's going to be and your partner is playing the strong silent type, you don't know how to take things do you? I mean should you be meek, saucy, provocative, or what?

I didn't think it was sexual because I couldn't feel him hard and I didn't feel sexy anyway, who would in the middle or ironing. Anyway after a minute or so of my husband's strong hand pounding down on my bare backside.

I started protesting and then struggling when he took no notice, then swearing at him to let me up, he didn't, instead he wrapped his leg across my thighs to hold me still and increased the cadence, swapping hands after a while presumably because his right hand was stinging, imagine how my bottom was feeling. Thankfully he stopped after another minute or so and slid me to the floor. I moved away from him, I was really quite angry he still hadn't said why, I just sat there on the floor looking sorry for myself, I wanted to pull my knickers and jeans up but I didn't want him to watch me do it, ridiculous isn't it. I might even have cried if the silence had gone on much longer but it didn't, his calm voice broke it.

"What have I just done?" He asked me. I looked up at him he was smiling, the bastard.

"Spanked me," I answered after a pause.

"Exactly," said my husband. "And how many hundreds or thousands of times have I had the pleasure of doing that over all these years, you don't need to answer that, just think about it. And would you have had the inspiration to set up a blog and keep it going without all those spankings? You don't need to answer that either, just think about it......oh and well done, by the way."

I got up on my knees and kissed him, he was quite right.

So.......thanks P, I couldn't have done it without you either!

(I might add that my ironing was postponed for an hour or two)

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Making my feelings known

I hadn't been spanked since Valentines Day. Yes I know, I can hear you you say "Ronnie that's only a week or so ago" but a week without a spanking is a long time for a spanko, wouldn't you agree?

So I decided to change that on Friday and took matters into my own hands. 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.

Ronnie

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Counting your Spanks.

What is it with tops - he could of at least let her remove the hat before her spanking and don't you just hate having to count your spanks? I do.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Macca could get me spanked again

Remember me mentioning that Macca was performing in Manchester near Christmas and because of him I got spanked. Yes of course you do, I know you remember all my silly foibles especially at this time of year when you've got a hundred and one other things on your mind.

Well anyway I think he might get me spanked again, but I don't mind, in fact I'll look forward to it. But I deserve a pat on the back too because I've got us some tickets (yea!!!) after my husband's inherent meanness initially cast doubt over getting any.

In brief, after not getting the original tickets on an amex offer, P (guiltily) said they'd be easy to pick up cheap on the Internet and said he would pay for them whatever the cost (within reason). Well he was wrong, it was not easy at all but on the weekend I found some good seats, entered the bidding and won.. and at a very good price!

So we'll be going on the 19th, we'll stay over in Manchester so that P can have a beer or two, do some shopping and, as it's an overnighter, hopefully I'll get a good sexy hotel spanking. In fact I'm sure I will.

But here's the best bit - I'm thinking of charging P the original ticket price (haven't really decided yet) being as it was his meanness that caused me all that trouble, and I'll keep the difference, entrepreneurial eh? I shall smile sweetly when he asks me what they cost, and tell him an arm and a leg, and then tell him just the original price will do. Tactful me, not really lying.

So it's McCartney, shopping, overnighter, spanking, not necessarily in that order. Can't wait.

I'll let you know all about the concert but probably wont be until after Christmas.

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

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Waaaaay too much....

Do you like it when he feels between your legs after a spanking (and I don't mean a punishment one) and finds you wet.

Then tells you that you must have enjoyed your spanking waaaaay too much........

and spanks you again to, as he says," wipe that look," you know the cat-that-got-the-cream look, off your face.

I love it when P does that and most of the time it only increases my sexual anticipation.

So really can't lose, can I?

Ronnie

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Photo from the lovely Miss Pink.

Thought I'd blown it

Can you believe I almost talked myself out of a spanking on the weekend.

Let me explain.

Remember last week before I went away for a few days (P didn't come, it was some family things I had to deal with) and the night before P told me I'd had a bad attitude and he would be helping me with it at the earliest opportunity.

Well that opportunity presented itself on Saturday. Son was at work. P said he needed a word with me and to join him in our little home office. When he says that I know what it usually means.

To cut a long story short he put me over his knee and started lecturing me about my bad attitude, well bad attitudes in general really being as I didn't really have one. So what did I go and say whilst over his knee - "Sara, a blogger friend, commented - "That if he's let you go a whole week without a spanking, then the attitude is his fault."

He asked me what I meant. I said I had posted about him telling me I'd had a bad attitude and that he would be helping me with it, and Sara had commented as stated.

"Did she indeed, and do you agree with what she said? Now I don't like to lie to P so I told him the truth that yes, I thought she was correct. There was silence, no commencement of the spanking. I thought I'd blown it.

"So it's my fault is it," was his calm reply,".... then as a responsible HOH I wouldn't want you to think I'd let my own faults go by without addressing them."

Then the spanking started, he addressed his fault determinedly and within ten minutes my "attitude" was much better.

Ronnie

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Punished in the gym

How was your weekend?

We had a busy but lovely one. Two family celebrations. Far too much food and champers and I've put on the weight I lost so it's back to a strict diet for me this week.

Or very tempted to join this gym.........

Especially if you have your own personal trainer.

Click pictures for larger view.

Ronnie

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Spanked in Sainsbury's

How have you enjoyed your weekend?

Saturday P had to go into town to pick up a few things from the open food market in the square (he swears they're better than the supermarket) as we were having friends round for dinner and he was cheffing. I needed a normal weekly shop too so P dropped me at the supermarket and told me he'd see me in the pick up zone in half an hour prompt.

I never made the half hour, to cut along story short which I don't normally do:) I met a work colleague, well she doesn't work with me but in the adjacent office, who'd just come back from a holiday (of sorts) her organisation help improve the lot of senior citizens and she'd just spent 4 days in Torquay with a bunch of OAP's. One of them had been taken seriously ill and admitted to hospital, another had got drunk on a sing-song evening, a couple had wanted to go home after the first night because the beds were too soft, it went on and on and frankly it didn't sound much like a holiday to me, not for my friend anyway, she looked knackered. If I'd been on my own I think I would have suggested we go and get a coffee or better still a glass of wine, I think she deserved one.

So time went by and we were still in the fruit and veg section chatting when I felt a light smack on my bottom, "what have you been doing you've hardly started," I saw Sue's eyes widen as she flashed a friendly smile past me to my husband, she couldn't have missed what he did. I explained, Sue backed me up and said it was all her fault, I wondered if perhaps she might like a smack on her bottom too, she often flashes her eyes at P. "Well you'd better hurry, I've left the car in the pick up area," he said he would come round with me to make sure I got a move on. I certainly did because in every isle of Sainsbury's I got a smack on the bottom and a 'hurry up' or 'we don't need that.' I kept telling him to stop it but he wouldn't, he obviously found it amusing, we crossed trolleys with Sue again by the household detergents and P hurried me along with another pat on the bum; she noticed it, definitely, she even looked back as we passed. And as I was looking back too, to see if she was looking back, our eyes met and I'm sure I saw a sparkle there. She knew, I thought.

It's funny now I'm writing about it, we did get some looks from one of two other shoppers because P didn't let up until we got to the checkout.

I think it was the quickest shop I've ever done.

Ronnie

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Photo from our friend Hermione over at Hermione's Heart.