Spanking Towel

Had a lovely few days with family but glad to be back. Did you miss me:)

You may remember this picture I posted. Yes it's me. 

For my new readers here's a short story of when I used the towel to entice P to spank me. 

We came back from shopping and I went upstairs, fished out what I was looking for from P's drawer, you can see it's a small towel with a very clear message on it, it came with the pre xmas cane-iac delivery but P hadn't given it to me but I knew it was in his draw as I'd seen it. I stripped off and lay on the bed with the towel strategically positioned.

P called after a few minutes wondering where I am, Oh just trying to sort something out, could do with your assistance actually, I say.

Up he comes and into the bedroom, I'm lying on the bed, I've even placed his mobile on the pillow hoping he might take a pic for me.

I certainly had been VERY naughty, he was in no doubt about that, and VERY naughty girls get spanked VERY hard. Music to my ears. First he did the decent thing and obligingly snapped me with his mobile, then he took me into our little spare room office which is at the back of the house and noise doesn't travel, put me over his knee, I was totally naked, he told me he wouldn't have me brevitting in his drawer... SMACK... SMACK...he was going to give me the towel anyway but when he decided to....SMACK SMACK.....and I'd have to learn to respect little privacies.....SMACK....HARDER.....Ouch!......and not snoop about for my personal amusement....SMACK....dah dah dah...he'd warned me about this before and he was going to make sure...SMACK SMACK........Ooowww Please!!....I didn't do it again any time soon......SMACK....Ouch!! No!!.........well he spanked me long and hard, holding me with one hand spanking with the other, then alternating to give his hand a break. Unfortunately I didn't have a spare bottom to alternate, it went on for about 5 minutes and I was VERY satisfied my little towel ploy had worked like a dream; at the end he eased his grip and I lay there cooling down. Boy I was hot.

Then we returned to the bedroom and I ended up back on the bed but this time without the naughty towel over my bum, just his hands massaging, rubbing, kneading, working their way to where I had a different type of heat entirely now requiring urgent attention.......................which it got.

Oh I do love it when P lectures me during a spanking.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Leather, wood and other things

PK posted pictures of all her and Nick's toys (you can see them here) and asked us to post a picture of ours.

So this is our collection.

My all time favourite from the leather collection is the Rose Leatherthorn paddle. PK sent me the dogging bat (next to the plimsoll) I like the sound when it smacks against my bottom but personally think its bark is worse than its bite. I added the school plimsoll and the lexan cane but they're hardly used.

From the wood collection my least favourite is the Loopy Johnny and Bogey's paddle (one with the holes in) they certainly get my attention. The paddle is one of P's favourites because it's fast and well suited to OTK as it doesn't need much room to swing but still produces excellent results (from his perspective). When he has space and time, and circumstances are appropriate, he likes to use the cane. To be honest I thought we had more canes. Well there is another one at the office:) 

And my naughty towel from Cane-Iac which I've used a few times. I'll repost one of my stories when I used it.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Loopy Cane

As I've said before and I'm sure those of you who have had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of a loopy will agree - they should carry a health warning, with a tick box stating read and understood that they bloody well hurt. 

Note to self - so next time you decide to bring out an implement you said you wouldn't want to try again, think long and hard and then forget it.

That's what I should have done but I didn't. So I'm sitting writing this with a sore very sore bottom.

May Day Bank Holiday in the UK and we are out for the day.

Have a good week. 

Ronnie
xx

Loop cane from Cane-Iac.

The Good and the Bad

Thank you to everyone who stopped by to help me celebrate my 5th Anniversary of blogging on Tuesday and again thanks to Cane-iac for the $50 gift certificate.

So to the good news:-

Drum rolls please.....

The winner of my 5th Anniversary draw is DelFonte from A Place of Fancies.

Congratulations DelFonte.

Master or Mistress Cane-Iac will be in touch.

Have fun choosing your goodies and I hope you'll share with us what you decide on and perhaps a review:)

And now to the bad news (well bad and good):-

My husband helped me with the draw after all and I was so pleased that he did, especially as he'd spanked me for what I said in my post on Tuesday and I wasn't sure at the end of the spanking whether he was still my friend or not. He spanked me very hard using the new pine paddle which Bogey and Bacall sent me 

and I can tell you that size doesn't count at all; it's the way it's made, what it's made of and how it's used that counts and on all three criteria my bottom can testify to its effectiveness.
   
Before spanking me P drew me aside and said he'd read my email and my post and he wasn't at all disinterested in my blog or my anniversary and I shouldn't have suggested publicly that he was. It made him sound bad, he said, and I was going to get a damned good spanking for it. I honestly couldn't tell whether he was seriously offended or not, he certainly didn't sound as if he was amused and I felt that horribly delicious feeling which I get too infrequently these days of butterflies in my stomach which precede a real spanking or one I'm not certain about. His voice was strict and he moved decisively even as he was telling me off, taking me firmly across to the sofa and bending me over his lap.

   

It was after 11.30pm and I was in my dressing gown, P had been answering some late emails from Korea which he wanted to be with them to read in the morning as they start hours before us. I was taken quite by surprise, my dressing gown was flipped up over my waist and my knickers lowered unceremoniously. 

He must have had the paddle in his rear pocket (so a pre-meditated spanking) because I didn't see it at all until he'd finished with me and told me to pull my knickers back up and take it up to the bedroom with me. I was being sent to bed as well as spanked! I mean come on, I'm not a child.
   
I'd been worried about the neighbours during the act because they're always in at that time and there isn't much ambient noise about to camouflage disciplinary activity, I hoped they'd gone to bed early. I managed to stop myself shouting but I kicked and struggled and beat my fist into the carpet because that little paddle was fierce, 

maybe because it was so unexpected and I was so relaxed going towards bedtime. Anyway my backside smarted like hell and I made sure to pull my dressing gown down before raising my knickers, even though it made it harder to pull them up, because I didn't want him seeing me down there. That's how bad it felt and how unsure it made me. I stood for a while red faced after he'd ordered me to bed, wondering if he'd stand up and hold me but he just said "Well? I said up to bed didn't I?" He pointed to the door and off I went, stomping on the stairs and slamming the bedroom door.
   
I got into bed and my bum was burning, it felt worse against the cool of the duvet when I turned face down. I turned on my side but couldn't fall asleep, I was tempted to go back downstairs and say things but I wasn't sure quite what I wanted to say, maybe I just wanted contact (as if I hadn't had enough). Then I heard P on the stairs and I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Stupid isn't it, one minute I wanted contact and the next I wanted to avoid it. When he got into bed after a few minutes I felt his hand on my bottom and I flinched away. He gave me a sharp slap.
   
"Don't flinch away from me young lady, you've been spanked that's all."
   
"But it hurt," I said.
   
"It will hurt a lot more if I have to spank you again, now be a good girl and go to sleep."
    
I relaxed, his hand stayed there and within minutes I knew by his breathing he was drifting off. I had the strongest urge not to be a good girl at all but resisted it and eventually dozed off myself.    

Epilogue (the good news bit) -
A good test, I always think, of a spanking's severity is whether it hurts in the shower next day. This one did and I had a couple of light bruises too. P was bright and breezy, away to work just before 7.30am, on his way out he told me he'd be happy to make the draw for me and then the front door closed and he was gone before I could say anything. Then he surprised me in the afternoon by saying we'd eat out. Yippee! The Christmas lights are all on in town and it looks lovely and I like strolling to and from wherever we eat. The spanking wasn't mentioned at all and my bum was still just a teeny bit tender when my husband squeezed it on the walk back to the car.
    
Lovely.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Gif is one of Patty's. Not sure where I found it.

My 5th Anniversary - an Erotic Caning story

The 5th anniversary of my little bog, I never thought I'd last 5 minutes let alone 5 years and I thank everyone who stops by to have a look or a read or to chat about this and that and a special thanks to Bonnie. Without encouragement and kindness I wouldn't have made so many friends in the community, I'd have retreated back inside my shell.

I told P about it on the weekend and he told me that was excellent, very good, didn't time fly, or words to that effect. I was a bit miffed that he didn't show a bit more interest, I mean it's important to me so it should be important to him too, I felt like telling him same but didn't. He could have given me a special spanking or at the very least said he'd take me out for a meal or something, but no. I know he's got a few things on his mind at the moment but so what, that's no excuse. I shall make my feelings known, I might even email him today's post then he'll feel bad for not showing any interest.

Luckily for me I've got friends who like anniversaries and cane-iac have very kindly offered to mark my 5th anniversary by offering a $50 gift certificate, spendable online in their store, to the winner of a simple prize draw I'm holding. It's easy to enter and the winner can choose some goodies from cane-iac. (see bottom of post for how the draw will work).

Now if my husband had been decent enough to give me a special spanking it would have been my intention to recount it here but he didn't, so I've had to trawl through my own archives to find something worthy of reproducing. I think I've found one, it's called Erotic Caning but actually I think it should be called Erotic Writing because that is what it is. 

Have a read and see what you think (not one of mine):-

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 realising 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. 

I hope you enjoyed that, I must admit it had me wriggling in my seat.

As for my husband, well I'll see how I feel on Tuesday, maybe I'll email him maybe not.

The Draw -  all you need to do if you want to be entered into the draw is leave a comment with your email address by midnight on Wednesday. I shall painstakingly print them all on Thursday, fold them and put them in a hat or whatever I can find and ask my husband if he'd be so kind as to close his eyes and pick one. If he's uncooperative I'll ask one of the girls next door. You'll just have to trust my honesty on this, the winner could be a regular reader or a first timer, I'll post it when it's done. 

Ronnie

xx

Let me know if the story belongs to you so I can give credit.

Good News for Bottoms

I got an email from cane-iac on Sunday, I've pasted it below:-

A Word About Rattan:

Many of you have noticed that from time to time some of our popular rattan canes are out of stock, we are sorry for this.   The supply of rattan reed continues to be scarce and very limited.   As a result, prices for the reed continues to skyrocket.  Our orders for raw material are shorted and at times some sizes of reed are completely unavailable.  We want you to know that we are committed to keeping items in stock, offering you the best quality products and doing everything we can to keep our prices reasonable and under the competition.

I'd never  thought about raw materials that way before, I mean P occasionally invests in companies which produce raw materials but I bet he's never looked at the rattan market. Maybe he should. But what's intriguing me is why the shortage? Has there been a massive rise in canings? Ouch!

Ronnie
xx

Bottoms Up

Well I've come to the end of my Bottoms Up reviews. Thanks again to KG for giving me the idea and a big thank you to all who sent in reviews and pictures, I've enjoyed reading and posting them.

I thought I'd add a final, brief review of my own, it concerns an implement I included in a story quite a while back, the implement is called a 'loopy cane' P purchased from Cane-Iac and it is wicked and the only implement that has ever left me with 100% hate thoughts (and used our safe word) 

I mentioned it to P and he said he should probably have made me take it a few more times, it's all in the mind he said. 

Well it was all in the bottom as far as I was concerned and more than my mind could get to grips with, although P's comment has stirred my curiosity a bit, the thought of being 'made' to accept the loopy thing again, against my natural inclinations, is somewhat attractive but I'm sure the actuality would soon convince me not to let my curiosity get the better of me again. 

There should be health warning, with a tick box to say it's been read and understood, with all sales of loopies in my opinion.

Ronnie

xx 

Bottoms Up

My weekly review of a least favourite implement, as expressed by readers.

Kiwigirl writes.....

The first one is the notorious white tail that I have mentioned a few times on the blog.  It is a home made implement.  It is a garden rod (I think its made of delrin or something very similar) and it is folded in two and taped at the top to make a handle.  Plainly speaking it hurts.  Sir only needs to threaten to use it and the tears can start.  It certainly makes me do as I am told.  Sir keeps it back for the worst punishable offences.  Needless to say its not used very often (although I came very close to it being used last night...more about that later).  It has no give in it so when it meets its target its like "whack" very sharp very stingy and bitey.  And even the lightest touch stings like crazy.  I have had ten in a row with it, once, about a year ago now.  That was because I hadn't done my exercises.    And Sir had to pin me down.  Since then its only been used for once or twice with just one or two swipes at the end of a punishment.  I have to admit it does make a good reminder to be good.  It is the one implement I find very difficult to cope with.  I think I could go so far as to say I'm scared of it.

The second implement is the newest in our collection.  Its the Delrin Rug Beater from Caneiac.  

And my advice to all spankees -DONT LET YOUR SPANKER GET ONE.  

Its pretty much like two tails for me.  It looks fairly harmless.  Its quite bendy and flexible.  Its light, small and can be used very quickly in that flicky left to right motion that spankers sometimes like to use.  Boy oh boy does it sting.  Unfortunately I misbehaved last night and I was on the receiving end of two or three swipes with this at the end of the punishment (thankfully instead of whitetail but its not far away from how I feel about whitetail).   Sir uses it with me OTB...but its small and light enough to be easily used OTK.  It's the type of implement that, if you cry easily (as I do), makes you have those big sobs where you cant catch your breath, you know the ones I mean?  And the sting takes a while to wear off.  I suppose you could say its another good one to finish off with as a REAL GOOD reminder to behave.  Perhaps an implement to be used for only the more serious infractions.  Or perhaps those infractions that reoccur over and over.  But ssshh I'm not giving any tops any ideas here.  Caneiac in their wisdom sent a packet of tissues with it in the parcel...

good call caneiac...the tears come quickly with this evil implement!

So there you have it Ronnie, my two least favourite implements.  Two to avoid at all costs.

KG sent me her review a few weeks ago.

Thanks, KG and thank you for suggesting I do a Bottoms Up reviews. 

Don't forget, if any bottoms, male or female who would like to do a review of their LEAST favourite implement (you don't have to have a blog) and why, please email me at ronniesoul@gmail.com. I'll keep it secret if it's just for me but if it's OK for me to post it please say so. Pictures are always good.

See you next week for another Bottoms Up.

Ronnie
xx

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

Bottoms Up

My weekly review of a least favourite implement, as expressed by readers.

AngleBrat writes.....

Nick and I have a pretty large assortment of implements. It's kind of silly, really - there are a lot of them that rarely ever get used. But there are a few that see regular rotation. Most of my spankings are disciplinary in nature, and he usually uses one of several wooden paddles: 

All of the above easily strike fear in my heart, but the implement I really fear is a short, curved bath brush. 

This was an item I picked up several years ago in a holiday gift set at Walmart for under $3.00. It doesn't look all that scary, but the small size really concentrates and amplifies each swat, and it sets me on fire like nothing else. Most wooden paddles will eventually leave you feeling numb after a bit - this brush is one of the few implements we own that can cut right through that numbness!

Thanks AngleBrat.  That Spencer paddle looks scary.

Don't forget, if any bottoms, male or female who would like to do a review of their LEAST favourite implement (you don't have to have a blog) and why, please email me at ronniesoul@gmail.com. I'll keep it secret if it's just for me but if it's OK for me to post it please say so. Pictures are always good.

See you next week for another Bottoms Up.

Ronnie

xx

Spencer Paddle, Jokari Paddle, Cane-Iac Junior Maple Paddle with holes, The Patty Paddle
Pictures property of AngleBrat.

Bottoms Up

My weekly review of a least favourite implement, as expressed by readers.

This week - The Cane.

PK writes.....

When Ronnie said I could give my review of the cane my first thought was that Ronnie was too much of a lady to post what I think of it.  Ronnie is a good friend; I sent her a dogging bat – an absolutely lovely implement. In return she sent to me and, Nick two small canes. Let me say, I love Ronnie, hate the damn canes.

In my opinion the stupid cane is not a deterrent; it's an evil entity. Yes I want to avoid it, but in my case it does not provide a time of reflection and willingness to be more submissive or more compliant to what he’s asked me to do.  About all that is in my mind when the cane comes out is "Shit, not that again. I hate that stupid mother f**ker! It just HURTS and I want to stop." Seriously, I think spankings should last long enough for the mind to go to a more compliant place, you should be thinking about what you did wrong or what you should have done right.  For me my only thought is – I. Hate. That. Damn. Cane.

All that being said – and it’s all the gospel truth, that line of fire it leaves on the butt is kinda nice for later. I enjoy seeing the stripes left behind, but this doesn’t change my feelings one bit.  Those two things are simply the only slightly good things about that horrible cane. It should come with a warning stating that if it has to be used, it should only be used over clothing! 

Thanks PK.  Every bottom should try the cane at least once. Well that's my personal opinion. I'm sure some wouldn't agree:)

Don't forget, if any bottoms, male or female who would like to do a review of their LEAST favourite implement (you don't have to have a blog) and why, please email me at ronniesoul@gmail.com. I'll keep it secret if it's just for me but if it's OK for me to post it please say so. Pictures are always good.

See you next week for another Bottoms Up.

Ronnie
xx

Picture from Britishspankingmagazines.

A Little Nonsense and that Spanking Towel

Spotted this over at SNP's  and I do love a meme.

1: Do you like to use post-it notes?
Yes, always have. Using these in the office. 

2: Do you take shampoos/conditioner bottles from hotels?
That's stealing but yes. Don't you?

3: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
A traffic cone - does that count?

4: Do you have freckles?
A few but I'm not telling you on what part of my body.

5: Do you always smile for pictures
No. I hate having my picture taken. I don't take a good one.

6: What's your biggest peeve?
Don't get me started. Rudeness and people who are always late get me.

7: What's your favourite food?
I'd have to say Italian though I don't like pizzas very much.

8: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
The Notebook, Casablanca, To Kill a Mocking Bird.

9: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
Just after Christmas. It was a letter of complaint. Always think better to send hand written when complaining. 

10: Favourite kind of sandwich?
Cold chicken on wholemeal brown bread.

11: Best thing to eat for breakfast?
For me -  I start with hot water with lemon, followed by porridge with either blueberries or banana thrown in and a cup of tea.

12: What is your usual bedtime?
I'm rarely in bed before midnight. I'm a night owl.

13: Do you sing in the shower?
Afraid so but you wouldn't want to hear me.

14: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
I said no straight away but then thinking about it. There are pictures of me nude(ish) on my blog (yes I know not a magazine) and one on Cane-Iac's website.

For my new readers - the story about that towel.

Ronnie
xx

Safeword

A while back pk mentioned the cane and wondered what one would feel like so being the good friend I am - I sent her two and now in a recent post she's blaming me for sending them. I mean, how ungrateful is that:)

Then Kiwigirl said she thought canes were horrible and PK should send me a Loopy Johnny.

Just for the record, I want to state here and now I do NOT like the LJ.  A few years ago P bought this from Cane-Iac

and in my opinion worse than the cane. OK I know the cane can pack more of a punch but if you can image a thousand bees stinging you all at once, that's what this little devil felt like.

It was the first and only time I've ever used our safe word. You can read the story here.

Have you ever had to use your safe word?

Ronnie
xx

The Garden Cane

You may remember me telling you our OTK cane had broken and that P was going to buy another one from Gerry over at Cane-Iac.

Well, did I get one? No.

We were chatting the other evening, we'd just had sex actually (why did I tell you that), and I asked him if he'd received the order from Gerry yet. His reply was no, to be honest he'd forgot to place the order but we didn't need one now. Why, I asked, I mean I love our OTK cane, he told me because he'd found the perfect substitute which he'd show me later. I shuddered.

He did show me later and gave me a little sample of it and to be honest it's perfect. It's a garden cane, not the thin whippy green type but the thicker bamboo type and it's about 2 ft long so perfect for intimate OTK use. He didn't cane me much with it but he could have and even though I was drained (I knew there was reason for telling you about the sex), or thought I was, I felt myself dampen with those few wicked stingy little swats.

So it goes into the arsenal. Then I got to thinking his birthday is coming up and I always try to buy something spanking related so why not a new a implement, even though we do have quite a lot and probably less than 10% get used, but can a spanko have too many, I think not.

If do decide to buy him a new implement, I'm thinking of possibly either of these two, what do you think?

The Rubberwood Spanking Paddle from Coco de Mer (actually a good price considering most of their items are way too expensive for me.)

Or The Reformatory Paddle from London Tanners.

My leaning is for the Reformatory Paddle as I've never been spanked with an implement with holes in.

Tell me please those of you who have, is there a difference between a paddle with holes and one without.

Ronnie

xx

I did get caned in the end

How was your weekend?

I haven't forgotten I was going to tell you about the weigh-in session the week before last, Friday 25th Feb to be precise, the one where P discovered the break in our sweet little OTK cane.

So what happened, I hear you say, or yawn yawn here we go another weight story, been there seen it done it. But actually I have an important point to make and I've even provided evidence to support my theory, and for those of you who drop by here to check out spanking (well it is a spanking blog), there was that too and I'll get to it, trust me. It's a little long:)

First the weight thing and our bathroom scale gave me an horrific 9st 10lb reading

and my target was 9st 7lb. Now that guaranteed me a spanking and I wasn't trying to wriggle out of it but I was truly shocked at the reading because only 2 days earlier I'd checked my progress and recorded 9st 8lb. I called P to double check, he agreed it was odd but the scale doesn't lie...or does it? I could see he had sympathy for my predicament and he asked me if we should postpone my, ahem, reprimand for a week and buy another scale. I declined his kind offer but asked him to take into account that it seemed really and truly impossible that my weight was 3lb over target. I got spanked and I will come back to that but I don't want to lose my track.

On Saturday we were in Tamworth and we purchased a new scale anyway, at the same time I hopped onto Boots' weighing machine which gave me the ghastly printout shown here. Yep I'd apparently gone up 2 pounds from the previous day!

When we got home I tried the new scale and I was 9st 8lb. P got involved (technical expert), he re-set it, still 9st 8lb. Then he re-set the old scale and I jumped on that..........9st 8lb!!!!!!!!

Now I've often in the past suspected that doctors surgery scales and high street store scales were purposely calibrated (dishonestly) upwards (no legal actions please). I mean doctors are always telling us to lose weight and Boots make millions selling diet products. I am convinced of it, I really am, and P added more weight (pun not intended) to my thrust....he reminded me that when we travel by air we always check our baggage weight using the home scale and it always matches close to the airport check so it can't be wrong, the anomaly the previous day was just a fluke it needed re-setting.

And now to my spanking, which was very fair under the circumstances. On one hand I'd performed abysmally and deserved stern treatment but on the other there was an element of doubt and P could see I was genuinely shocked. Nevertheless, honourable woman that I am, I agreed to take my medicine. P went to equip himself with what he considered appropriate to carry out the task and returned with our cane-iac OTK cane. Broken. When he refused to use it because he said it wouldn't handle correctly, I don't know whether relief or disappointment showed on my face but it didn't last long because my thoughtful husband popped through the lounge door and returned with our school cane the one with the curled handle. He'd obviously brought it down with the cane-iac one and left it outside the door.

''Don't worry,'' he said, ''I know there's a big question mark over this weight thing. Now bend over the table.''

Not strip off, or drop your jeans, just bend over. I did as instructed, I do trust my husband's judgement. I heard him move behind me then adjust a little to my left where I could just see him through the corner of my eye, then the lightest of taps against my backside as he measured up and I'm sure a little whimper escaped me. Then it was quiet and the air went still, or that's how it seems to me, and a very long split second before the splat of the cane landing against both buttocks and the white hot streak of pain followed by that burning feeling which however much you wriggle you can't shake off. I know a sound escaped me and it definitely wasn't a whimper, I must have clenched too as well as wriggling because P put his hand on my back and calmly told me to relax my bottom which I did encouraged by the comfort of his hand, only to receive a second stroke as soon as I'd settled. Christ I've been caned before but even with my jeans on this seemed to hurt and I shouted out as I tried to wriggle myself into the oak of the table.

''Keep still, naughty girl, or I'll have those jeans down.'' Oh god certain phrases do things to me and I'm certain my wiggling took on a lewd 'dare you to' challenge, I'm sure men can read such signals. He didn't take them down though, instead he gave me four more hard strokes delivered very fast which had me stomping my feet wiggling and shouting all at once.

Then his left hand was on my back again keeping me in position, his right cupped each of my burning cheeks in turn, he told me to calm down, his right hand smoothed its way round to my belt which he loosened, then the button and zip on my jeans, then his hand was on the front of my thigh inside the leg of my jeans, then the side then the back. My jeans were loose now, his hand found my right buttock it must have been hot even through my panties, he murmured something but I don't know what it was, I pushed my backside back to get more hand.

He brought his other hand down, I wasn't struggling now, and lowered my jeans to my thighs.

Then I lost contact with his hands, I pushed my bum out further but they'd gone, I though he might be going to cane me again but then I saw he'd let it drop to the floor. Then I heard him unfastening his trousers, he didn't bother stepping out of them they must have slid to his knees, then I felt the heat from his legs against my thighs and the bulge in his underpants pushing against my bottom as he undid his shirt buttons and threw it off.

Then he told me he'd have to spank me in jeans more often, he'd enjoyed it, he asked me if I had as he took my panties down and slipped his fingers between my legs. I didn't answer, I could have lied that I hadn't, just to tease him, but the wetness coating his fingers would have said otherwise. I felt him pull his pants aside to let his cock spring loose and gasped when it muscled in between my bum cheeks, it was very hard and I wanted it badly and let him know by trying to impale myself on it. P did the decent thing and pushed it hard into me, his hand went round my hip and down to where his fingers could work me as he pumped away from behind and I shouted out as a brutal orgasm overwhelmed me. P was a bit behind me, I was coming down as he started grunting but his spurting started me off again.

God I'm sure I'll burst a blood vessel one day.

Now don't think I'm likely to get that sort of treatment next weigh-in, it was just an unusual combination of events. And anyway, who says I'll be off target next time, I do try hard:)

Ronnie

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Like getting a new lover

I have a situation and it's both good and bad but having had several days to think about it now, I've decided it's more bad than good. You see I've had an on-off love affair for the past few years, with an American you could say, or an American product to be more precise. And now it's broken, critically ill actually and it feels like an old friend is passing away. And I think I'm going to miss it.

Now you can put your handkerchiefs away, as I said it isn't a person and it hasn't been an entirely smooth relationship anyway, in fact there have been times when it's brought me close to tears but there have been many more when it's helped take me to heights of pure joy.

What's happened is our Cane-Iac OTK cane has broken. Not the business part of it but the black bound handle, it's fractured inside so when you hold it by the handle the doing part just drops limp, a bit like, well, ahem, you know.

How it happened I don't know, I mean it really has had some use, if it was a car it would have many miles on the odometer but that doesn't explain the problem, which was discovered last Friday when P retrieved it from under the mattress to help me with my weight loss regime (that's another post). He wouldn't use it because he said it wouldn't respond correctly, he couldn't figure why it had broken either, he though it might be the way it was stuffed under the mattress.

Anyway it's had it, kaput. Weep sniffle.

But here's the happy ending, P said he'll order another one from Gerry at cane-iac, so it'll be a bit like getting a new lover, all tingles and anticipation, it'll have different characteristics, I expect I'll be a bit nervous of it at first and when I get to know it I suppose I'll hate it and love it just like the old one. Can't wait.

Ronnie

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The Cane I Hope

How was your weekend?

Ours was routine, I did get a brief shopping trip to Cheshire Oaks designer village Saturday morning courtesy of our son needing to go to Chester and I hopped along with him, but that was the only out of ordinary. Elle McPherson has opened an undies store there since my last visit and all the stock is about a third off normal High Street prices so I treated myself to some knickers and a gorgeous suspender belt. Lovely designs and good quality. Saturday evening P's mother came around for dinner which was okay...ish...and Sunday I had to go into the office (well I didn't have to but I chose to) because a Slovakian girl emailed me wanting to buy two (yes TWO!) designer bags from me and she wanted some extra details, I thought I'd impress her with my efficiency.

Oh and Sunday afternoon we set targets for my new weight regime, well I suppose P set them really. I started setting them but P said my targets were unreasonable and not to be so hard on myself I'd just end up falling short (yes, P, exactly, and then I'd have to face your, ahem, penalty) so he fixed some numbers which he thought were reasonable, then he put a tolerance margin in, so if I'm plus or minus a little I wont get penalised. I told him I didn't want the margins but he said they'd stay, then added 'at this discretion'. I must admit P has been very fair and I think it will be quite easy to achieve but there's my problem, you see I want to loose the weight and fully intend to but I also rather look forward to falling short now and again so maybe I'll get some weighted ankle bands or something which I can pop on at weigh-in times without P knowing:)

What's the penalty we've agreed? What could possibly make my devious mind think up such little deceptions? Well last Spring when I lost some weight over a several week period, P took a cane to me whenever I missed a target. Now there was a time when I though I would never like the cane and yes I still have a love hate relationship with it but I am nevertheless irresistibly drawn to its uncompromising qualities. And effectiveness as a deterrent you understand.

We have a real school cane which P bought from a theatrical props shop here and a couple from Cane-Iac, one of which I think isn't really a cane because it's a loop and frankly it's wicked and I had experience with it on holiday a while back and had to safeword for the only time ever. I'm sure the other canes pack more power but that little monster sticks out in my mind.

Anyway if JJB have some suitable weights, I'm sure I'll be due a penalty in the coming weeks and I'm hoping it'll be the school cane because the image of it does something for me even if I regret it's actual application at the time.

Out of interest do you have a particular implement you just can't handle or does anyone have one of these 'loopys' and find it the same (loathseome) as me? I mean the loopy's loathesome not me loathsome.

Ronnie

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