Dublin, Cold and Wet

And dry, well almost, I'm talking about the booze not the weather. P returned from there and he's picked up a bug, got laryngitis (he thinks) and wasn't happy with the trip in general, nor what he called the 'lack of sympathy' from me which got me spanked.

It was a hastily arranged trip, our old partner from China had booked a Beijing-Dublin flight and asked P to join him, he'd arranged some meetings with employers who had staff shortages and had been employing Filipinos with good results but needed more. P was a bit dubious, he thinks there will be opportunities to bring more staff into the UK in various discipline after brexit finally settles but he can't see much point putting effort into Eire and he doesn't want to go back into that full time in any case. Anyway he agreed to go, Chung wanted a bit of support, I wanted to go too but P said no it wouldn't be a 'jolly' as he called it. That pissed me off a bit.

Anyway it got done, P said he couldn't really see much coming out of it but it had been nice to see Chung again even though he seemed to have gone tea-total. P's voice was croaky and intermittent when he got home, I said he couldn't have contributed much in meetings like that but he said it didn't stop his brain from working and anyway it was often better to let the other parties do the talking. He asked me for lemsip and linctus and whatever else we had in the medicine bag, some nasal spray too even though he didn't appear to have a cold. I gave him what we had and let him choose. He didn't seem actually ill to me, just lost his voice and feeling sorry for himself. I told him he should have let me go with him, I'd have been able to look after him (heavy sarcasm) and I'd have been a willing drinking buddy because I love Irish bars and the stuff they specialise in, which I can get through easily over there though wouldn't over here.

Long story short, second day back P's throat was worse, more like a regular cough than laryngitis and I told him so. I made him cancel a visit to our granddaughter because of possible infection, which is low risk with laryngitis but higher with a regular cough. He wasn't happy but accepted it after a few words. Then he got funny with me for not caring enough or trying to put it right for him, well there's not much you can do really for something like that and I didn't feel too concerned anyway as he hadn't taken me with him. A few snipes passed between us and then he decided I needed spanking. I told him I didn't and what about his cough and passing his infection on to me. He told me he wasn't affected physically, not like I was shortly going to be, and since when did spankings pass germs on. I told him any hand contact could so he just said he better not use his hand then and told me to come upstairs with him.

What an idiot! Me not him. If I hadn't mentioned the germs crap he would most likely have spanked me in the lounge, by hand, good and hard hopefully, which would have been just the job after a few days apart and a bit of friction. But now I was being marched upstairs and it would be an implement of some sort. He took me into the office and found the first thing that came to hand which happened to be bogey's paddle worse luck for me. He sat on the futon and made me undo my jeans and get a move on, then he wrenched them down to my thighs and dragged me across his lap. My knickers were next, before he started, so he wasn't playing, and then he started in. He gave me, well, I'd guess between sixty and eighty spanks hard and fast, they weren't punctuated with rhetoric because his voice wasn't up to it. Most of the noise came from me as I wriggled and squiggled begging him to to stop after several minutes. He did eventually and slid me onto the floor. I pulled my knickers up, pouting. I could see his cock was hard inside his jeans, I said I was sorry if I'd been inconsiderate and asked how I could best make it up to him, my eyes blatantly on his crotch. He put his hands on my head.

"Not like that," he said, "much as I'd like to. That's one sure way of passing on an infection."

He was right of course so I got up next to him, unzipped him and gave him a hand job instead. 

"There," I simpered, "see how useful I could have been if I'd been over there with you."

Ronnie
xx

Smile of the Day

'I could do with a few euros worth of that', I said to P as we walked along a street in Dublin.

'What?' Asked my husband.

Then I pointed to a big sign somebody was holding in the middle of the street. 

P still didn't get it until I told him I wouldn't be needing the sun beds just the tanning would suffice:)

Ronnie
xx

Four Poster Caning

Have you ever been caned in. Or I suppose on, a four-poster bed? Yes I thought you probably had:) well I hadn't, at least not until our recent trip to Ireland.

We (meaning I) had some trouble booking accommodation, Dublin was 'FULL' so it seemed on all the booking sites, unless you were prepared to pay upwards of £200 a night, well you can imagine my husband's response to that prospect, I couldn't understand why it was so busy although later we found out AC/DC were playing a sellout concert and that had squeezed accommodation. Anyway I found us a nice guest house which was three Georgian houses joined together and looked really nice, walking distance to the city but in a leafy suburb. When we got there we were delighted, it was full of character, lovely staff and the rooms were massive, we had a four poster bed, 

high ceiling, antique furniture and Impressionist prints around the walls, it put to shame many a standard 4* or even 5* we've stayed at, the only small point it didn't have aircon but the room was so big and airy, and with huge sash windows which opened fully, we didn't need it. I got us the last available room, which was actually a junior suite but we got it for the double rate, I don't know why.

My husband told me within minutes of being in the room that he would be caning me on the four-poster. I told him he'd have a job without a cane, then he told me had an otk cane with him, I laughed and said he wouldn't have dared go through airport security with one. Then he said he hadn't...both of us had. Apparently he had pulled our otk cane apart and the handle grip was in my overnighter (unknown to me) and the cane part was in P's bag, just a 'kids flagpole' or whatever if he was stopped and searched and, if I'd been stopped, well I genuinely wouldn't have put two and two together and would just have said I didn't know what the handle was doing in my bag but what business was it of theirs anyway. I mean it's quite ridiculous the trouble we go to to hide or camouflage things which aren't illegal or anybody else's business other than our own, but I know we're not the only couple who do it.

So there's the background, all the ingredients were there, all it needed was a catalyst and my husband provided it, he doesn't normally indulge in a lot of spanking talk (more's the pity for me because I like it) but on this occasion he did. He did it alongside making some phone calls and answering some emails, it was matter of fact, as if what he'd said was going to happen had to happen, it was a given, it was just a case of when and how and how hard. He said it would be an almost criminal waste of opportunity not to be caned in such a lovely room. Full of history, he said, he imagined I wouldn't be the first person to be caned in the property, he asked me if I could imagine wives, girlfriends and domestic staff dressed in the style of the days in which the property was built, the courtesies and protocols they used, I told him I could (thinking Downton). He told me he could too, and he could also see the formally attired gentlemen of the day, doing business, taking charge of affairs, doing what had to be done...he kept throwing little bits like this in, adding stuff about discipline and how important it had been to maintain it in those days, he looked up at me from time to time and asked 'didn't I agree?'  and 'I could just imagine it couldn't you?', I answered with a 'Hmm' or a nod of the head and I think once a 'Oh yes definitely' at which point I was struggling to keep the hoarseness out of my voice. I know my knickers were damp, I wondered if Victorian girls got damp knickers.

Then he told me he was going into town and I should come with him, he had to go to a Chinese restaurant, not to eat, he said it wouldn't take long, it would be a nice walk the weather was lovely and he said he'd treat me to tea or ice cream on the river. I went with him because I didn't want to spend the next few hours reading or dreaming about Victorians or getting on and off the four-poster bed wondering if he really would do it. P didn't talk about spanking on the way into town, he was mentally running through a list of things he had to cover with the Chinese client, he always does that before meetings, he did pat my bum a couple of times though and I rubbed against him in appreciation. His meeting took an hour, I found a shopping mall in St Stephens and killed time. We didn't have ice cream but we did sit on the river bank after and have coffee and chocolate, there was a kiosk with alfresco seats and it was lovely in the sunshine. I asked about his meeting and it had gone fine, I could tell that anyway from his relaxed attitude, and then spanking returned to the conversation when a couple of girls in tight shorts walked past and I smiled and said nice, and my husband said they wouldn't have thought it nice if they'd dressed like that in Victorian days, he rested his hand on my knee as he said it. We crossed over the river and got a taxi back to the hotel, we were coming back into town later in the evening we had a table booked at Fire Restaurant but we both wanted showers and he had some emails he wanted to send too as a result of his meeting.

I showered while P did his mail, I came out with a large bath robe wrapped round me and took the spare hairdryer off its hook to start drying my hair. P got up and went to the bathroom and as my eyes followed him out I noticed our otk cane had been reassembled and lay on the bed. Oh god he was going to do it then, I dried my hair as quickly as I could, wondering as I did it whether I should stay naked under my robe or fish out the best underwear I'd got with me and slip some tight fitting trousers on (I remembered his comment about the girls). In the end I slipped some nice knickers on, satin peach with a lace trim, they shimmered as I moved. I put trousers on then took them off. I didn't wear a bra or top, when I heard the shower stop I scurried to the big bay window and stood looking out, there were groups of people making their way along the road to a nearby stadium, I didn't think they could see me if they looked up but I did think my silhouette from behind, set against the light from the window would be a seductive sight for my husband when he came out of the shower, I think a TV ad had influenced me although I don't suppose I looked like the girl in the ad. I heard P walk into the room and pretended to be startled, I didn't turn round though, I though he might come up and put his hand on my bottom but he didn't. Instead he told me it was time for my caning and to turn round and come over to him, he had a bath towel around his waist and he looked tanned against the white of it, his body always looks tanned. He let the towel slip when I got close and I could see he was rigid, I went to touch it but he told me I couldn't I was having my bottom caned and there would be no hanky panky. I thought surely to god he's not going to waste that after caning my bottom but I didn't say it.

P got on the bed with pillows stacked up behind his back and told me to crawl up and get across his thighs. I could feel his cock hard against my left hip and I could feel myself wet between my legs, I thought the material of my knickers would probably show it and the thought made me wetter. He asked me how hard a caning I should get, he said he thought it should be hard. I asked him what it was for and he said it was because he'd told me he was going to and then, with a flash of inspiration, added that standing by the window exposing myself was another reason, in fact it was shameful exhibitionism and in his opinion deserved a severe thrashing. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and whimpered my complete agreement.

So I got thrashed, I don't know if it was severe, I doubt it because the otk cane isn't as long or swishy as full length ones but it still hurt, in the most wickedly delicious way you understand and I wriggled and bucked and clenched and pleaded across my husband's thighs for several minutes while he caned my bottom. When he stopped I felt disappointed but I needn't have, it was just to shuffle me further down his legs so that he could get a better swing. And pull my knickers down. Oh my! Round two really packed a sting and I had to hold on to P's ankle with one hand with the other over my mouth to stop me crying out. I tried to slither into a position where I could rub against his knee but he spotted me and parted his legs under me so I had a void under the bit I wanted to rub. I cried in frustration and the caning continued until my husband decided I'd learned my lesson and asked me if I'd be standing in the window again any time soon. I said no in a small weepy voice. He told me to pull my knickers up and sit next to him, I thought he was going to make me service his cock which was still hard, but he didn't, instead he put his arm round me and asked me how I'd enjoyed my first (and probably only ever, I thought) caning in a four poster bed. I snuggled against him and placed his hand between my legs and said he could find out for himself but he didn't, he told me to get dressed we needed to be out within twenty minutes if we were going to make our table booking, he intended to walk into town as it was such nice weather.

So I went out horny and we had a lovely meal, I can recommend Fire to anyone, and I still had a sting in my bum as we sat chatting over dinner and I loved it. We had cocktails too and on the way back we stopped at a real Irish bar, the sort where they have 'the craic' not an internationalised bar, and we both drank Guinness and talked for a while with some Aussie backpackers who thought we knew our way around but got fed up of us when they realised we didn't:)

Back at our hotel I was ready to be fucked but P wasn't, he said it was far too quiet, it was too. So we waited till morning when traffic was on the road and the local train had resumed its service and staff were turning up for work, the TV did the rest. Apart from the fucking of course.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx       

Dublin Distraction

Off later today until Thursday. P has to go to Dublin on business so I told him I'd cadge a lift:)  He has to courtesy call on two clients who aren't technically his but who he's connected to via a partner so he doesn't mind, he's also attending a meeting of a company he's invested in, he said none of it will take too long, I've heard that before but still I'd say we'll have a bit of leisure time together. I made the bookings on Friday, I nearly booked us into Bono's hotel but a couple of reviews said it was noisy and while I was dithering the last room on the site I was using was taken. I got us into a really nice sounding place just 20 mins walk from the centre so no problem there and we both like walking.

The only thing I didn't book was car parking at East Midlands, or at least I didn't do it on Friday. I looked at their site and the charge for a couple of days was nearly the cost of a return flight! That's ridiculous and either airports are ripping off or flights are great value. I thought I'd let P book his parking, that way he wouldn't blame me for the ridiculous charge, but then I thought sensibly about it and on Saturday morning I booked it, I didn't tell him how much it was, I'll drop it out casually while we're there, he'll tell me I was ripped off and should have let him do it and had I checked all the options, I'll tell him I just booked what came up on screen and not to be so mean (I had checked the options really), he'll take the bait, well maybe, and I'll get put over his knee and spanked for being such a naive girl, see how my mind works. Knowing my husband he'll probably check later that the price I quoted was correct, he'll see then that he couldn't have done any better, what will I care I'll have gotten spanked:)

Last time I visited Dublin I got spanked and posted it, I'm re-posting it here because I didn't get spanked on the weekend, worse luck:- 


P said he had to go to Ireland and as it coincided with my birthday suggested I come along as he only had one official meeting which would take a couple of hours. Of course I jumped at the offer, show me a plane ticket and I'm easy, and I didn't want to miss out on a birthday spanking.

Got some very cheap tickets with one of the low cost airlines, UK readers will know them, their flights cost less than their card charges and they only just stop short of charging for using the in-flight loos (I'm sure it will come), it also left Birmingham airport at an unearthly hour. Still, I was happy I'd never been to Dublin before and was looking to a couple of days there.

The day didn’t start well, flight was slightly delayed and when we got to the hotel there was a mix up with rooms, the one we were allocated was being cleaned and no other rooms available as the hotel was full. I was just about to say something in anger to the receptionist as we had booked for an early check in when I felt Ps hand on by bottom and the look that said no, no point, so I didn’t but I was still annoyed. I'd got planned in my mind a lovely little distraction for when we got to our room, that was what really made me mad. I could tell P wasn’t happy either, he said he didn’t want to wait for the room to be ready, so we left the bags with reception, P took my hand and out we went.

It was a lovely sunny day, I soon forgot about about the room not being ready and got on with some sightseeing. We took a trip to the Guinness Storehouse and after that went on to Kilmainham Jail which is same side of town but further out, it's where Charles Stewart, Stewart Parnell, Robert Emmet, James Connolly were imprisoned and at least 14 leaders of the Easter risings were executed in 1916. Films such as "Italian Job" and "In The Name of the Father" were filmed. We'd missed the conducted tour so decided not to wait but return the next day (which we did and I'd recommend it to anyone visiting Dublin) . We stopped off on the way back to the hotel for a pint of Guinness in Temple Bar, it was crowded, everyone had glasses of the famous dark beer with the creamy head, me too, lovely.

We got back to the hotel slightly later than we'd planned. P had to send a couple of emails ready for his meeting next day, I had other things in mind but they didn't happen, he was over an hour downstairs (no wifi in the rooms) and when he returned said we should go out and eat. Drat, my plans weren't gelling at all, I admit I was hungry though. We had a lovely meal of tuna steaks, salad and a very yummy sweet for me, nice wine and some more Guinness in a music bar before making our way back to the hotel. When we got back P said he was tired, showered and went straight to sleep. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream, it was only just after 12.00 and my birthday and there was P asleep had he forgotten.

I woke up early after a good sleep, probably Guinness induced, stretched, shifted sideways a little and went to get out of bed but I felt P's hand on my back gently restraining me, felt his hand move down to my waist over my hips and settle on my bottom, mmmmmm ok I thought, happy birthday he said and then told me he hadn't forgotten my birthday spanking.

Too noisy I said, trying to remember if I'd heard movement in the next room, but he told me to lay on my stomach anyway and he'd worry about the noise, then reached his arm over the side of the bed and produced a short thin green cane, you know the sort you buy in garden centres, he must have borrowed it from one of the hotel's plant pots, either way it looked menacing to me, an avowed lifelong hater of canes, its mere 18'' did not soothe my fear of the dreaded implement at all, to my mind all canes are about 18 feet long, are evil and should be harder to buy than a firearms certificate. Having said that, when its your birthday and you're in snugly-just-woke-up mode with your man's hand kneading your bum cheeks it's challenging, to say the least, to resist an order to lie on your stomach.

So, I did with a mixture of dread and anticipation loaded heavily on the dread side, and after he gave my bottom a couple of sharp open handed slaps (far too loud) and told me to relax, he proceeded to deliver my birthday spanking. In sets of 5, alternating fast and slow, taking his time, rubbing in between and holding me in place or at least giving the impression of doing so, I do like feeling his hand on my back it's reassuring, even more so when I'm over his knee which was unfortunately not the case on this occasion. Anyway I digress, over knee or not the dreaded cane was meting out its wicked sting in such a way that I was not entirely horrified by its assault and even, during one of his rubbing interludes, asked him if he could deliver 10 fast harder strokes, did I really say that? I did, and before I had chance to withdraw such a ridiculous request said strokes were delivered and one birthdays girl was squiggling (is that a word, if not it should be it seems right for what I was doing) well and truly and I have to say not entirely from the sting of the cane.

When all 50ish (plus a few more) strokes were completed P relieved my bum with some soothing massage and I snuggled into him and when his hand went between my legs to check on other needs I was surprised at how quickly I reacted, ramming my one hand on top of his to emphasise my urgency and clamping the other over my mouth to subdue my scream which still managed to partially escape but not in any recognisable form. Hmmm I'd been worried about the noise of the spanking and the sting of the cane, now all I was worried about was if anyone had heard my scream and suggested maybe we could skip breakfast in case somebody on the floor knew what room we were, I’d die of embarrassment but P said don’t be silly.

I did have a smile on my face for the rest of the day and a warm bottom while I was walking around Dublin town waiting for P to finish his meeting. I drifted round a couple of art galleries, the university, P joined me and we bought a late lunch from Leo Burdock's most famous fish 'n chip shop in the world (believe me you need to see the signatures who's been there) and then we walked along the river, about 4 miles, I loved it, and when we got back to the hotel P gave me a lovely bracelet for my birthday, then we showered together it took about twenty minutes because we also fucked like newlyweds in the cubicle, then we went out for a leisurely stroll, a bit of souvenir shopping and a leisurely dinner.

Wish me luck with the spanking this visit.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Guinness, Jail and a Birthday Spanking

It was my birthday on Wednesday and I didn't get a birthday spanking. Boo!!

Not because I didn't want one or that P wasn't prepared to, it was just because I had a gyno appointment at the hospital Thursday and didn't want any cane lines, bruises or a glowing bum on show next day...if glows last that long.

Had a lovely day though, went shopping and later out to dinner. P did put me over his lap for a few fun hand swats and a little paddling but not what I call a real birthday spanking. I said he can hold the spanking over to whenever it's convenient for him and even add a few spanks too by way of interest, in fact he can charge quite a lot of interest if he wants.

So as I haven't had an actual current birthday spanking post, I'll humbly submit a birthday spanking in Dublin from a previous birthday and maybe if I'm lucky I'll be able to recount a belated spanking account in the not too distant future.

...P said he had to go to Ireland and as it coincided with my birthday suggested I come along as he only had one official meeting which would take a couple of hours. Of course I jumped at the offer, show me a plane ticket and I'm easy, and I didn't want to miss out on a birthday spanking.

Got some very cheap tickets with one of the low cost airlines, UK readers will know them, their flights cost less than their card charges and they only just stop short of charging for using the in-flight loos (I'm sure it will come), it also left Birmingham airport at an unearthly hour. Still, I was happy I'd never been to Dublin before and was looking to a couple of days there.

The day didn’t start well, flight was slightly delayed and when we got to the hotel there was a mix up with rooms, the one we were allocated was being cleaned and no other rooms available as the hotel was full. I was just about to say something in anger to the receptionist as we had booked for an early check in when I felt Ps hand on by bottom and the look that said no, no point, so I didn’t but I was still annoyed. I'd got planned in my mind a lovely little distraction for when we got to our room, that was what really made me mad. I could tell P wasn’t happy either, he said he didn’t want to wait for the room to be ready, so we left the bags with reception, P took my hand and out we went.

It was a lovely sunny day, I soon forgot about about the room not being ready and got on with some sightseeing. We took a trip to the Guinness Storehouse and after that went on to Kilmainham Jail which is same side of town but further out, it's where Charles Stewart, Parnell, Robert Emmet, James Connolly were imprisoned and at least 14 leaders of the Easter risings were executed in 1916. Films such as "Italian Job" and "In The Name of the Father" were filmed. We'd missed the conducted tour so decided not to wait but return the next day (which we did and I'd recommend it to anyone visiting Dublin) . We stopped off on the way back to the hotel for a pint of Guinness in Temple Bar, it was crowded, everyone had glasses of the famous dark beer with the creamy head, me too, lovely.

We got back to the hotel slightly later than we'd planned. P had to send a couple of emails ready for his meeting next day, I had other things in mind but they didn't happen, he was over an hour downstairs (no wifi in the rooms) and when he returned said we should go out and eat. Drat, my plans weren't gelling at all, I admit I was hungry though. We had a lovely meal of tuna steaks, salad and a very yummy sweet for me, nice wine and some more Guinness in a music bar before making our way back to the hotel. When we got back P said he was tired, showered and went straight to sleep. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream, it was a little after 12.00 and my birthday and there was P asleep had he forgotten.

I woke up early after a good sleep, probably Guinness induced, stretched, shifted sideways a little and went to get out of bed but I felt P's hand on my back gently restraining me, felt his hand move down to my waist over my hips and settle on my bottom, mmmmmm ok I thought, happy birthday he said and then told me he hadn't forgotten my birthday spanking.

Too noisy I said, trying to remember if I'd heard movement in the next room, but he told me to lay on my stomach anyway and he'd worry about the noise, then reached his arm over the side of the bed and produced a short thin green cane, you know the sort you buy in garden centres, he must have borrowed it from one of the hotel's plant pots, either way it looked menacing to me, an avowed lifelong hater of canes, its mere 18'' did not soothe my fear of the dreaded implement at all, to my mind all canes are about 18 feet long, are evil and should be harder to buy than a firearms certificate. Having said that, when its your birthday and you're in snugly-just-woke-up mode with your man's hand kneading your bum cheeks it's challenging, to say the least, to resist an order to lie on your stomach.

So, I did with a mixture of dread and anticipation loaded heavily on the dread side, and after he gave my bottom a couple of sharp open handed slaps (far too loud) and told me to relax, he proceeded to deliver my birthday spanking. In sets of 5, alternating fast and slow, taking his time, rubbing in between and holding me in place or at least giving the impression of doing so, I do like feeling his hand on my back it's reassuring, even more so when I'm over his knee which was unfortunately not the case on this occasion. Anyway I digress, over knee or not the dreaded cane was meting out its wicked sting in such a way that I was not entirely horrified by its assault and even, during one of his rubbing interludes, asked him if he could deliver 10 fast harder strokes, did I really say that? I did, and before I had chance to withdraw such a ridiculous request said strokes were delivered and one birthdays girl was squiggling (is that a word, if not it should be it seems right for what I was doing) well and truly and I have to say not entirely from the sting of the cane.

When all 50ish (plus a few more) strokes were completed P relieved my bum with some soothing massage and I snuggled into him and when his hand went between my legs to check on other needs I was surprised at how quickly I reacted, ramming my one hand on top of his to emphasise my urgency and clamping the other over my mouth to subdue my scream which still managed to partially escape but not in any recognisable form. Hmmm I'd been worried about the noise of the spanking and the sting of the cane, now all I was worried about was if anyone had heard my scream and suggested maybe we could skip breakfast in case somebody on the floor knew what room we were, I’d die of embarrassment but P said don’t be silly.

I did have a smile on my face for the rest of the day and a warm bottom while I was walking around Dublin town waiting for P to finish his meeting. I drifted round a couple of art galleries, the university, P joined me and we bought a late lunch from Leo Burdock's most famous fish 'n chip shop in the world (believe me you need to see the signatures who's been there) and then we walked along the river, about 4 miles, I loved it, and when we got back to the hotel P gave me a lovely bracelet for my birthday, then we showered together it took about twenty minutes because we also fucked like newlyweds in the cubicle, then we went out for a leisurely stroll, a bit of souvenir shopping and a leisurely dinner.

So I loved Dublin and look forward to going back some day. I will say things are expensive there, more even than London, but the Irish have a way of extracting your money with a smile and twinkle in their eye and the gift of the gab, and you don't even notice it until your card statement arrives :)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Guinness, Jail and a Birthday Spanking

Hope you all had a good weekend. We had a busy one. Ordered the turkey, decked the halls, went to our clients Christmas Fancy dress buffet on Saturday. Sunday did some Christmas shopping but didn't quite get it all done. Not stressed as I have a couple of days left, busy though.

I haven't had time to write a post and as it's been a while since I've shared one of my travel stories, thought I'd do it today. Hope you enjoy it

P said he had to go to Ireland and as it coincided with my birthday suggested I come along as he only had one official meeting which would take a couple of hours. Of course I jumped at the offer, show me a plane ticket and I'm easy, and I didn't want to miss out on a birthday spanking.

Got some very cheap tickets with one of the low cost airlines, UK readers will know them, their flights cost less than their card charges and they only just stop short of charging for using the in-flight loos (I'm sure it will come), it also left Birmingham airport at an unearthly hour. Still, I was happy I'd never been to Dublin before and was looking to a couple of days there.

The day didn’t start well, flight was slightly delayed and when we got to the hotel there was a mix up with rooms, the one we were allocated was being cleaned and no other rooms available as the hotel was full. I was just about to say something in anger to the receptionist as we had booked for an early check in when I felt Ps hand on by bottom and the look that said no, no point, so I didn’t but I was still annoyed. I'd got planned in my mind a lovely little distraction for when we got to our room, that was what really made me mad. I could tell P wasn’t happy either, he said he didn’t want to wait for the room to be ready, so we left the bags with reception, P took my hand and out we went.

It was a lovely sunny day, I soon forgot about about the room not being ready and got on with some sightseeing. We took a trip to the Guinness Storehouse and after that went on to Kilmainham Jail which is same side of town but further out, it's where Charles Stewart, Stewart Parnell, Robert Emmet, James Connolly were imprisoned and at least 14 leaders of the Easter risings were executed in 1916. Films such as "Italian Job" and "In The Name of the Father" were filmed. We'd missed the conducted tour so decided not to wait but return the next day (which we did and I'd recommend it to anyone visiting Dublin) . We stopped off on the way back to the hotel for a pint of Guinness in Temple Bar, it was crowded, everyone had glasses of the famous dark beer with the creamy head, me too, lovely.

We got back to the hotel slightly later than we'd planned. P had to send a couple of emails ready for his meeting next day, I had other things in mind but they didn't happen, he was over an hour downstairs (no wifi in the rooms) and when he returned said we should go out and eat. Drat, my plans weren't gelling at all, I admit I was hungry though. We had a lovely meal of tuna steaks, salad and a very yummy sweet for me, nice wine and some more Guinness in a music bar before making our way back to the hotel. When we got back P said he was tired, showered and went straight to sleep. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream, it was only just after 12.00 and my birthday and there was P asleep had he forgotten.

I woke up early after a good sleep, probably Guinness induced, stretched, shifted sideways a little and went to get out of bed but I felt P's hand on my back gently restraining me, felt his hand move down to my waist over my hips and settle on my bottom, mmmmmm ok I thought, happy birthday he said and then told me he hadn't forgotten my birthday spanking.
Too noisy I said, trying to remember if I'd heard movement in the next room, but he told me to lay on my stomach anyway and he'd worry about the noise, then reached his arm over the side of the bed and produced a short thin green cane, you know the sort you buy in garden centres, he must have borrowed it from one of the hotel's plant pots, either way it looked menacing to me, an avowed lifelong hater of canes, its mere 18'' did not soothe my fear of the dreaded implement at all, to my mind all canes are about 18 feet long, are evil and should be harder to buy than a firearms certificate. Having said that, when its your birthday and you're in snugly-just-woke-up mode with your man's hand kneading your bum cheeks it's challenging, to say the least, to resist an order to lie on your stomach.

So, I did with a mixture of dread and anticipation loaded heavily on the dread side, and after he gave my bottom a couple of sharp open handed slaps (far too loud) and told me to relax, he proceeded to deliver my birthday spanking. In sets of 5, alternating fast and slow, taking his time, rubbing in between and holding me in place or at least giving the impression of doing so, I do like feeling his hand on my back it's reassuring, even more so when I'm over his knee which was unfortunately not the case on this occasion. Anyway I digress, over knee or not the dreaded cane was meting out its wicked sting in such a way that I was not entirely horrified by its assault and even, during one of his rubbing interludes, asked him if he could deliver 10 fast harder strokes, did I really say that? I did, and before I had chance to withdraw such a ridiculous request said strokes were delivered and one birthdays girl was squiggling (is that a word, if not it should be it seems right for what I was doing) well and truly and I have to say not entirely from the sting of the cane.

When all 50ish (plus a few more) strokes were completed P relieved my bum with some soothing massage and I snuggled into him and when his hand went between my legs to check on other needs I was surprised at how quickly I reacted, ramming my one hand on top of his to emphasise my urgency and clamping the other over my mouth to subdue my scream which still managed to partially escape but not in any recognisable form. Hmmm I'd been worried about the noise of the spanking and the sting of the cane, now all I was worried about was if anyone had heard my scream and suggested maybe we could skip breakfast in case somebody on the floor knew what room we were, I’d die of embarrassment but P said don’t be silly.

I did have a smile on my face for the rest of the day and a warm bottom while I was walking around Dublin town waiting for P to finish his meeting. I drifted round a couple of art galleries, the university, P joined me and we bought a late lunch from Leo Burdock's most famous fish 'n chip shop in the world (believe me you need to see the signatures who's been there) and then we walked along the river, about 4 miles, I loved it, and when we got back to the hotel P gave me a lovely bracelet for my birthday, then we showered together it took about twenty minutes because we also fucked like newlyweds in the cubicle, then we went out for a leisurely stroll, a bit of souvenir shopping and a leisurely dinner.

So I loved Dublin and look forward to going back some day. I will say things are expensive there, more even than London, but the Irish have a way of extracting your money with a smile and twinkle in their eye and the gift of the gab, and you don't even notice it until your card statement arrives :)

Ronnie

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