Oh for the good old days - when bosses spanked secretaries!

I don't know how I missed this one, it's a Daily Mail article from December, absolutely politically incorrect, sexist, unacceptable nonsense. Which I loved.

• Jacquee Storozynski-Toll was a leggy, twenty-something blonde
• She usually had her male colleagues eating out of the palm of her hand
• One day she found herself bent over her boss’s knee being spanked
• She was in full view of all of her colleagues 
• But Jacquee chose to do nothing about it 
• In the 1970s bottom-pinching, drunken lunches and office affairs were rife.    

"..Instead, she simply straightened her pencil skirt, smoothed down her hair and got on with her day, her cheeks — both sets — burning..." I don't know why (liar) but phrases like that just do something for me, especially when they're real life.

Have a fun weekend

Ronnie

xx

Let me know if picture is your.

Discount Jodhpurs

I shall be popping into my nearest Aldi this weekend, apparently they are targeting the 'horsey set' as the Daily Mail headline puts it. They are launching their own cut-price equestrian clothing range to kit out horse riders for no more than £50 (god, I'm sure I paid more than that for just jodhpurs in the past). They don't say whether their range will include ancillaries such as crops or whips.

Equestrian Life magazine editor Zoe Molesworth described Aldi's move as 'fantastic' and added 'Riding, whether for competition or leisure, is at an all time high in the UK'.  I wonder if leisure would broadly include my particular interest.

It occurred to me Aldi is German owned, right, so they're bound to be decent quality. And as for crops well German riding instructors are noted for their strictness aren't they 

or have I just been having dreams again.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Picture from British Spanking Mags.

Who'd have thought mommy and daddy were so naughty

The other day I was flicking through the Daily Mail while I waited for an appointment. I came to their FeMail section and spotted the headline 'Who'd have thought mommy and daddy were so naughty' - so I started reading.

Apparently, a daughter found love letters sent between her mother and father during the war. Some were quite touching others amusing. Not really naughty in my opinion and I'm surprised she's trying to turn it into a book but good luck to her if she can.

Anyway I found the story online and copied some (not book length, don't worry)....

Katie to Brian
Klagenfurt, Austria [where Katie had been transferred from Graz], May 12
My own dearest darling one,
Oh but I am such a depressed Boofuls! I simply hate this place, it’s completely the bottom and I just spend all my time missing you, wanting you so much.
Darling one, it’s just as well you aren’t here as you would probably have to spank me hard — but what a heavenly spanking!
Yours always, Katie

Brian to Katie
Swansea, June 3
Darling, this morning I went and enquired about nylon fabric [in the local shop — nylon was then a new fabric]. The female seemed to know what she was talking about and said you must wash it like stockings and then said a lot about not wringing it and you were dead right about the tepid iron.
The shop female said that nylon feels funny when used as undies. She said it feels like wet silk against your skin — clammy and rather slithery. From her description, it sounded rather like a fish’s skin. I’m sure you’d look beautifully streamlined in it darling, and if you don’t mind feeling slithery, I promise I won’t, so shall I send some along? She said it wears for years and years so any ripping tactics won’t work on my part.
Your Brian xxxx

Katie to Brian
Klagenfurt, June 11
Sweetest adored one, I loved your description of the nylon but surely with no ripping possible it is going to be very dull for you — or will the Thomas [Brian’s surname] brain evolve some other method! I shall have such fun saying, ‘Rip me!’ when I have my nylon on, knowing that you can’t. I can imagine you chasing me around the bedroom with a pair of plaster shears! What fun it will be!!
Your Katie

Brian to Katie
Swansea, July 12
Darling, you said in your letter that I’d find you a millstone because you’d always want to be near to me. But Boofuls, remember that millstones always go in pairs.
There’s a male millstone on top and (I’m not being low, darling) a female millstone underneath the male millstone and the one can’t work without the other, so we’ll just have to stick together all the time, my darling, otherwise neither of us will be any use. D’you see?
And darling, we’ll have polished floors and old brick fireplaces all over our house and when you slip on one of them (the floors) because I’m chasing you and fall flat on your fanny (we talked of that before and it’s quite polite in America) I’ll stroke it or slap it until it returns to normal again. Goodnight, my very dearest, darling one.
Your own Brian xxxxxxxx

Brian to Katie
Oswestry, August 7
My sweet, sweet, lovely darling,
This is the most terrific news I’ve ever had. I nearly let out a maniacal bellow of joy, darling.
Now I must concentrate, Boofs. You send a cable telling me the day you leave and then I will know to within a day when you’ll make London.
I’ll go and collect the car from Swansea early next week and have it a ready and panting to go from the moment I get your cable.
Send a telegram from on board the ship between Calais and Dover/Folkestone telling me approximately when you reach London. I will start from here the moment I get that.
When you reach London, sweets, jump into a little taxi and go straight to the Dorchester Hotel. You dump your luggage with the porter and leave a little note for me with the bloke who stands behind the desk that has all the keys on a rack behind it.
Boofuls my darling, I suggest that you stay for the night or two nights at the Dorchester. I’ll find a bed somewhere else my darling. For the same reason that we never in Graz did what so many people in our position would have done. [They were saving themselves for marriage.]
Your very own and very excited and very loving, Brian.

Link to the story here.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Thrashed all those Rears

The Sunday Times attracted my attention with the above words, as you can imagine it would but had nothing to do with this type of thrashing of rears.

It was on the back page of Review, where it was announced that the girl on the right was awarded Rear of the Year last week, and the Times reporter cheekily congratulated her on thrashing all those other contending rears.

Anyway my attention was focused and I googled to see if I could find a better picture of her. I couldn't, but what I did find reported in the Daily Mail was that the 2011 winner of this dubious award, a certain Carol Vorderman, the girl on the left, said she was disappointed to have been pushed aside and have to hand the award over.

I wondered which one my husband would prefer so I asked him which one he would most like to spank and it didn't take him long to make up his mind although his reasoning, as ever, was not entirely straightforward. He chose the girl on the left (Carol Vorderman).

"How come?" I asked. "She's much older and she looks a bit over padded to me," I said.

"Age doesn't come into it at all," said my gallant husband, "but substance does and Vorderman's got substance. She's a mathematician, you know."

So that's it then is it, P, perhaps I need to get my calculator out:)

I copied another image of Ms Vorderman from the Daily Mail's article just for good measure.

Ronnie

xx