Showing posts with label Bucket List. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bucket List. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 December 2021

Bucket List

I've got a bucket list of artists I've wanted to see and I'm very lucky that I've ticked off all of them except for three (well two now as one has died)  Tom Jones and The Boss and happy to say, I'll be ticking off another one as I've got tickets to see Tom Jones. 

So only The Boss left to see.

What about you? Do you have such a list or is there a particular singer/group you've always wanted to see?

Stay Safe.

Ronnie
xx

Friday, 19 September 2014

Bucket Lists

I have two bucket lists; a vanilla one which has simple things that I hope to do or see plus a few way out things which I know probably won't happen unless I win the lottery:)

The second one is my spanking bucket list.  So far three on this one...

1. Attending a spanking party though I don't think I would like to be spanked with people watching or by someone else. Can you just attend and not participate?

2. To be spanked on a beach (we haven't found a secluded/deserted one yet)

3. A bare bottom spanking in the woods. 



We have woods by us but they are very well used.  I remember one time when we were walking there, P took my hand and guided me through the bushes completely off track and over to where a large diameter tree had been cut down by Forestry and made a good seat. Now if he'd just gone ahead and put me across his knee or over the tree and spanked me it would have worked out just fine, me apprehensive about being caught yet turned on by the prospect.

But that didn't happen. P got out his Swiss army knife, must have planned this, very romantic, not, went over and cut a branch, trimmed it, came and took his place on the tree trunk and motioned me to get across his lap. I did but three strokes into my backside the branch broke, so up I was ordered while P went to cut another branch, he came over with a thicker one, supple with tiny green buds which he quickly trimmed off, this looked promising, the sting of the broken branch even through my jeans had a nice feel, we hadn't been arrested by Forest Rangers, my confidence was growing, I could imagine what the branch would feel like bare-bum 
but we were disturbed by the sound of people with dogs, obviously didn't go deep enough into the woods.

Do you have a spanking bucket list?

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx