How She Feels

I was sent this by a new reader. I said that I had been sent it a few years ago but as I really like it, and some of my readers may have missed it, I would post it again.

How she feels.....before, during and after being spanked.

Before...

A deep arousing sensation wells up inside my lower abdomen when you firmly tell me you are going to spank me. It is partly sexual in origin, partly emotional. The sexual part changes, it stays sexual but that doesn't mean I want sex, which I don't.

The sexual aspect has to do with being over your knee, close to your body. It has to do with you baring my bottom for what you will do and seeing it vulnerable. It is the feel of your firm hands touching me, holding me down. It is knowing we will share loving feelings when it is over.

Emotionally, it is knowing you are in charge and will handle my behaviour and make decisions without my input. It is a pleasurable feeling to have you deciding how I will be disciplined—comforting at some distant level. The nature of this pleasure is what draws me to you, allows me to give consent for you to take control. I know it will hurt, but I will never be hurt.

It is wonderful to have such trust in each other. We do not get an opportunity for that very often—to have complete trust in another person. It is rare and unique. I do not consciously think these thoughts each time—my body's sensation is enough to flood me with a sense of well being. It leaves a smile inside me.

During...

Fear—definitely fear—not of you, but of what you must do. Excitement... as I go over your knee, as my panties are being pulled down, when I feel your leg go over mine to pin me in place... giving up control to you... moving to a place where I have to obey... where you are in charge, and I will be cared for and taken care of, where I feel you totally engaged with me.

Pain... while the actual spanking is happening, I think of very little else but the pain. I am begging for it to stop, I mean it, I want to make you stop but you mustn't stop, we both know it. I just hurts so badly, I have an almost overwhelming urge to interfere with the paddling, my hand, kicking, I want a pillow on my backside, so you cannot spank my bare bottom. I want to jerk my bottom out of your reach, but I am trapped solidly between your legs and arm, and I want so much to cry in desperation, to let you know how it feels but not to stop you.

When it is a truly hard spanking, I feel such helplessness that I cannot interfere with it. I can only choose surrender to your discipline, until it is done. Then toward the end, fear wells up again, as I always think the last spanks will surely be the worst. I wait for those, wanting them to come, but not wanting to feel them, great ambivalence. I am never angry, never. Instead, at the end, I am tired and often in tears but refreshed, content.

After...

I need you. Total surrender leaves me very vulnerable. I feel little and tender. I want you to hold me, tightly. I need your arms around me. I want to talk, cry on your chest. I feel deeply connected. A very peaceful calm stays with me for a very long time, if it has been an emotional experience, which it always is. It is one of my most powerful experiences, it changes me. It creates a calmness within me that radiates a joyful existence. I notice it every day.

The burning in my bottom is incessant but it becomes pleasant. If it is tender the next day, I am happy. I enjoy looking at the redness, I enjoy you looking at it if I am in the corner. Sometimes I need you to spank me again. It never hurts as much the second time, at least not quite as much. If I haven't cried the first time I almost certainly will now.

There are really no negatives to a discipline spanking, except the spanking itself, but even this is not true. I like that too but not in a way I can easily express. I like the touch, the firmness, the certainty even though it is so painful; it is a path to a place I need to go with the one who holds my deepest trust.

I think the writing is lovely.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Vintage Bettie

I enjoy seeing Bettie Page spanking pictures, especially black and white ones. I haven't seen these before but I'm sure many have.

She would have been 94 this year.

ebay 1960's

ebay

Don't remember where I found the last two.

Did she only do F/F shoots or were any men involved?

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Spanking is an Art

Well of sorts, I suppose. I mean, it isn't a science is it. I suppose it lends itself to art more than science and, according to a MensXP article by Dessidre Fleming, it has been since the 16th and 17th centuries. Now I should come clean and point out that her article is really about the erotic images that have become classic spanking art and some of the artists who have created them. 

"Spanking—most of us like it; enjoy it, even. For the others, it's more often than not, done the wrong way. Even if we don't think so, it's these artists and illustrators who definitely think so. In fact, they just piqued our interest incredibly for the form of sexual practice; thanks to their impeccably aesthetic art illustrations that leave enough to our imaginations—vivid and lucid!"

I have to warn you that there is a sapphic tendency throughout the illustrations and lots of ladies bottoms in various spanking situations, and they're all monochrome. So if you don't like that sort of thing, stay away. But if, like me, you enjoy seeing vintage images of naughty girls from a bygone age revelling in erotic spanking situations, it's definitely worth a look.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Agent Provocateur

Provoking interest from the financial sector not just the deep pockets who like erotic underwear. It was a brief comment P made which alerted me, he said Mike Ashley (a colourful if unorthodox billionaire retailer, for those not familiar with the UK) was bidding against a handful of others to buy Agent Provocateur, which has failed to make money for its current owners.  

He told me because I hold shares in another company in which Ashley has recently become a holder and said it seems he intends to expand his empire...which could be good news for me.

Now I don't follow all the shenanigans of the stock market and business world, I trust my nearest and dearest to spot things so I said thanks and a bit later, out of interest, went onto the AP website, which is great and their styles are risque but the best part is their videos section, about a dozen to choose from, all stylish and well made. I clicked on a couple then found this one which is kinky fun, spanking, domme, businessman, take a look here (video is about 4 mins long and has flashing lights) I would have liked the table turned the other way but I still enjoyed it.

I haven't bought anything from them for ages, I think about 4 years ago when they had a sale on, their standard prices are just too high. Nice stuff though, I nearly popped in when I was in Selfridges last week but I was short on time. Perhaps if Mr Ashley get his hands on them we'll all be able to buy them from SportsDirect....or at least click and collect from there:)

They are expensive but they do have some interesting designs and lots with a kinky edge. Lovely stuff.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

I had to remind him

It had been a week since my husband had made a promise, or warning I suppose, as per below:-

"He got off the bed and told me the only way he could deal with what I'd just done was with another sound spanking and there would be no sex for me meanwhile." 

Well he'd kept half the promise but not the other half - no sex, no bloody sex... for a week! That bit he'd kept, although it transpired not intentionally. But the other half, the sound spanking bit, hadn't been delivered at all and I wasn't a happy bunny. I know he's got a few things on his mind but that's no excuse for not remembering threats. From a girl's point of view, when a man says things like that, which excite certain feeling in those of us who appreciate a firm hand and are not averse to sex, it is frustrating.

I brought it up with P on Saturday morning. He wasn't at the office because he was tree trimming and I though it would be a good time to remind him; he's usually more relaxed when he's doing physical things and I like seeing him work up a light sweat and get dirty. I took a couple of mugs of tea outside when I could see he'd almost finished, I stood next to him and could smell the sap and see leaves and bits of conifer sticking to his arms and neck. I told him I'd help him clearing up and he put his arm round my waist and told me I was a good girl. Ooh swoon. I almost spilled my tea as I pushed my body against him in response. Then I reminded him what a bad girl I'd been last week and asked him sheepishly if that was why we hadn't had any sex lately. He thought about it for a while and then it twigged. He said he'd soon remedy that, we'd get cleared up all the quicker with my help, then he'd get showered and then he'd deal with me. I said why bother with the shower, then I gulped the rest of my tea and turned away and started raking debris into neat piles, making sure I bent and stretched a lot (I must have had the most awkward raking technique!)

Anyway we got finished and P was putting the tools away in the shed. I went in and threw my gloves onto the bench, one of them fell down the back and I cursed but turned to walk out the door. P looked round, "Well somebody's got to pick it up," he said. I swivelled back and stretched over the bench, I could see the glove had landed on a compost bag the other side. Then I felt P's hands on my hips and froze, long enough for him to reach round and unzip me and wrench my jeans down to my thighs. I struggled a bit to make it harder for him and said "No P, not in here, please." I thought he was going to spank me but then he pulled my knickers aside and I felt his manhood between my cheeks against my bottom hole and then down against my slit. I wanted to turn round and rip the buttons off his shirt, taste the sweat and bits of foliage on him but he wouldn't let me, his cock was urgent, its slippery head pushed insistently and I opened and felt my own dew gush and then he was fucking me and I screamed and he put his hand around my mouth to keep the noise down. We stopped, panting, getting our breath back. "That's the sex sorted out then," said my dearest. "Now we just need to deal with the spanking."  He'd obviously remembered everything and decided to make good.

"Oh it's ok P the spanking can wait for another time, really." The order of events was not to my liking. "No time like the present," he said.

We keep garden canes in the shed and he selected one. I made to get up but he ordered me sharply to remain just where I was. I told him I needed a tissue, I'd got his stuff running off the gusset of my knickers, which had sprung half back where they belonged, and down my thighs. He said that wouldn't make any difference, he wasn't going to cane my thighs. Then he stood to my left and caned me. Oh my goodness doesn't the cane feel so much worse on the other side of orgasm. Luckily P knew it well enough and only intended it as a gesture to say he'd kept his promise. It still stung though but when he let me up I stretched up and kissed him; I didn't remind him that a 'sound' spanking had been threatened, didn't want to push my luck.

We showered together, he said it was to save water but I knew it wasn't, his cock was hard again. Tree cutting must be good for him:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx   

Too clever for my own good

I thought I was being clever, it was a last minute change of plan, spontaneous and with hindsight stupid. I mean it's going to get me spanked again, he's made that quite clear, so I suppose that's a bonus, sort of...except I fear it will be a rather painful one not the sort that causes my knickers to dampen as it approaches. Or maybe it will, who knows, another day.

You see I'd been taunting my husband good naturedly, it doesn't matter what about but it ended up me daring him to spank me. He told me I was a spanking addict, I didn't disagree and I told him I hadn't had the cane for quite a while, sticking my bottom out provocatively as I said it. Oh it's so easy to say and do that when the flames of the cane are memories and only the sexy bits stay in your mind but I often wonder if I would be so provocative immediately after a strict visit from that revered implement.

Anyway I'd set myself up for it and P decided he would give me a good caning if that was what I needed. I clearly did, in his opinion, the way I'd been carrying on, and he was going to give it me hard and with no sex after it, well not for me, not by way of getting fucked anyway... unless you count my face because he said he'd make me get down and take him in my mouth immediately after he'd caned me while my bottom was still outraged by the assault. He said he'd treat me like a slut, a spank slut, thrash me and then make me pleasure him. To squirm in ecstatic pain as I sucked his cock and swallowed like the little slut I was. I whimpered, I hoped it sounded like fear but suspect it came out like 'oh yes please, fucking do it don't just talk about it'.

Now there's no need to feel sorry for me, I'm a big girl and know what I'm doing, well most of the time, and I was drooling as P took me upstairs to deal with me like a spank slut. It was unceremonious, my trousers were taken down and I was made to lay over a pillow in the middle of the bed, I was allowed to retain my knickers, which were wet, although they didn't offer much protection. Then my husband caned me, he gave me exactly thirty strokes, fifteen from each side in groups of five, and I wailed and wriggled and stifled screams with another pillow as the tempo built towards the end. I'd lost my libido with the end pain but that often happens temporarily. I was nevertheless excited and craved further instructions. They came when P settled on the bed his groin level with my head and told me to undo his zipper and take his cock in my mouth. He said that was how he treated spank sluts and I better do a good job on his cock or he'd give me another dose. I opened his fly and his cock head, squeezing out precum, was in my mouth in no time as I licked and sucked and then...brainstorm....I decided to be clever. 

I decided to wait till he was about to explode and then take my mouth away, I thought it would be disobedient, naughty, evil, whatever, I had the devil in me. So that's what I did and my poor husband spurted his load part onto his shirt and part onto his belly. His grip on my shoulders was so strong it left (unintentionally) a bruise and the desperation in his voice was touching. I just said 'Oops'.

Poor P at first could hardly get over that I'd done such a thing, even though it wasn't the first time I'd been so naughty I certainly don't make a habit of it. Then he told me he was going to cane me again, then he changed his mind and said he wouldn't do it immediately, he'd make me wait and suffer. I was licking around the edges of the cum on his belly and asked him if I was a good girl belatedly and licked it all up, would he let me off. I thought I might get him hard again but it didn't happen. He got off the bed and told me the only way he could deal with what I'd just done was with another sound spanking and there would be no sex for me meanwhile. 

Later in the evening when I was sitting next to him, I apologised and asked if he was still angry with me. He put his hand on my leg and told me he hadn't been angry, dumbfounded was more like it. I wished his hand would move further up my leg but it didn't, he knew I wanted it to though, he can read me like a book. I asked him if he was really going to spank me again and when. He said it would be the next day or maybe the day after and it wouldn't be a spanking it would be the cane. I said that wasn't fair, he'd actually said sound spanking when we were upstairs. He said my little trick hadn't been fair, had it. I just muttered no and nuzzled up to him.

So que sera.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx         

Nalgadas Cumpleanos

One from my Archive...

"Really? Oh goody," I said. I love it when my husband talks dirty, well I hoped it was dirty, I understand bits of Spanish myself but not that phrase. I was sitting on our terrace sipping orange juice and feeling generally happy with the world as P joined me with a mug of coffee. It was still hot, around 28 degrees, past the hottest point of the day but still enough to keep your pores open. I don't know why it is but even after the lovely summer we’d had in the UK, the Spanish sun always seems hotter, even when the thermostats say the same, and it definitely lasts longer into the evening. Even through the night it didn't seem to drop much.

My husband had been swimming, in the sea which he loves, and we'd both walked along the beautiful uncluttered end of the beach holding hands while the sun dried him off. He'd started to bronze from the day we arrived; he doesn't even have to work at it, he has that type of skin which tans easily and safely, disgusting to those of us who can’t be without a bottle of factor 30. He hadn't showered and I could see the sea salt on his lightly sweating skin. I also noticed his swim shorts appeared to be housing a not ungenerous erection.

I shuffled my chair closer to his. "Say some more Spanish," I said.

"You haven't responded to the last bit yet," said my husband.

"Oh yes I have, put your hand between my legs and feel." My bikini pants were damp. P didn't go there, he just rested a hand on my thigh and sipped his coffee, then he asked me if I knew what he'd said and of course I didn't and told him so.

"I said birthday spanking, I was wondering whether to give it you now or wait till later, what do you think?" He's never asked me this sort of question before, I was quite taken aback, it was almost like a business discussion yet sexy in its matter of fact way. His hand remained static on my thigh but his fingers had started lightly stroking.

I said I'd leave it to him to decide and then I asked him if he could spank me in Spanish which made him laugh, then he said something else in Spanish and I caught 'girl' but not the rest of it. He asked me in English if I meant like a Spanish man would spank or just using Spanish words. He said it made quite a difference as Spanish men are known to spank their women very hard. Oh Christ, I definitely felt my bikini pants further dampen and I put my hand on his and whimpered that I thought being as we were in Spain....I didn't need to finish the sentence, my husband reads me very well and said he'd be delighted to spank me in Spanish. But before he did, and to make sure I got the most out of the experience, he was going to fuck me and his hand moved between my legs as he said “then you'll really feel the spanking afterwards won't you, you naughty girl?... And that's how it should be, isn't it?” My body language gave him his answer.

He told me to get up and led me further back onto the terrace under cover of the naya which shaded the sun, and to the solid wooden table which facilitated al fresco dining. He grabbed a couple of padded terrace chair cushions and laid them on the table before bending me over it. I told him he couldn't we'd be seen, but he said he could and he'd already checked lines of vision and we wouldn't be seen. Then I said someone could call but he proceeded to take my bikini pants down and said he'd locked the driveway gate so no one could disturb us. Then I said we'd be heard but his cock was already nuzzling into the wetness of my slit at that point and I knew he wasn't going to stop and I didn't want him to and I just said, “Do it then, do it, fuck me...ooh... god yes...yes...do it...urgh... harder!” And words and sounds to that effect as my husband pummelled me while I lay straddled across the table wiggling and pumping and making what I'm sure must have been the basest noises our lovely little hillside community had been subjected to for a long time. When we were done I was pouring sweat and so was P and all we could hear was the gentle gurgle of the pool pump and a few lazily buzzing insects. I thought all the other villas around us must have stopped everything just to eavesdrop.

P straightened up and told me it was time for my spanking, which would be inside. I felt him withdraw and his cum trickle down the inside of my leg, I told him he was dripping onto the tiles and I needed to get something to wipe them and I needed a shower and I didn't need a spanking and did he want another cup of coffee, I'd make one....but he wasn't to be sidetracked.

He took me by the arm and led me inside, fastening the door behind us, my bikini pants remained on the terrace tiles where they'd fallen during our lovemaking, he said I could do all the clearing up I wanted later, and make him a coffee and have a shower too, in fact he'd join me for one (there was a nice wet room in the en suite) but right now I was getting a birthday spanking. A Spanish birthday spanking, he added with a smile.

It was very warm inside especially with the door shut. P led me into a bedroom and closed the window, I said we needed the air con on but he said no it was just right he didn't want me cooling down and, anyway, in a few minutes I'd have quite a different kind of heat to contend with. Then he sat on the bed, pulled me across his lap and started spanking my bare bottom, it sounded really loud, I think the Mediterranean decor, with fewer soft furnishings and carpets that we have in the UK, amplifies the sound. Anyway I told P it would be heard but he said we'd already been heard and all anyone could hear now was loud sharp claps and they wouldn't know what they were, unless I started crying out of course.

I pulled a pillow over and stuffed the corner into my mouth; I didn't want our temporary neighbours knowing what I was getting. P spanked me for about fifteen minutes and hardly slowed down except when he alternated hands and once when he clamped his right leg across mine to keep me still. I cried out alright but it all went into the pillow. I struggled too and that made me hotter still and my poor backside was almost numb when he finally stopped. Spankings after sex are definitely more painful and I really hadn't wanted it to happen at all although I'll admit that when he eventually stopped and I was able to relax and let go the pillow, and I felt his hand resting across my sit spots, I felt another round of warmth starting between my legs. If I'd been encouraged I would certainly have responded but that didn't happen.

Instead P stood me up and told me it was shower time. He opened a few windows and reopened the door making sure the security grill was locked, the immediate breeze was lovely and I felt the sweat cool on my body causing goose bumps. P kissed me on the neck and escorted me into the shower, he soaped me all over and I did likewise to him and joked that his penis must like the Spanish heat because it seemed hard again. He said it wasn't the Spanish heat that was causing it, it was the Spanish spanking he'd just administered and he was planning on plenty more. I said could I please have some before sex not after, he just laughed and said I seemed horny enough either way.

We went out later into the local village where a fiesta was in progress, my bum was still surprisingly sore after just a hand spanking, I liked the feeling and I liked holding hands with my husband as we mingled with the locals. I couldn't help noticing some of the senoritas, they're very attractive and hold themselves proudly, I thought about what P had said earlier about Spanish men spanking hard, I thought that must be the reason, or part of it, as I straightened up and smiled.

Ronnie

xx

A Wet Spanking

I'm going through a slight spanking drought at the moment. Can't be helped as P's been busy and we've both been spending some time at our son's new house doing a few jobs while they've been at work and also over the weekend. The house is new to our son but not new build and there are a few issues to sort out.

So what's a girl to do when she hasn't a spanking to report? Well as I'm in holiday mode I've dug into my archives and found one, it's appropriate too as it was in Portugal and that's where I'm going. In fact, re-reading it, I wouldn't mind a repeat.......

We were holidaying on Portugal's Silver Coast and it was hot, we'd rented a villa but been on the beach all morning. A bit of swimming, reading, sunning and people watching, interspersed with idle banter. Both of us noted that no-one, including me, was bathing topless. I said I thought it was because that part of Portugal was still quite parochial and the girls were modest, and gorgeous as it happened, enviably so. But P had his own views; he said it was more likely because the menfolk in these parts spanked them if they exposed themselves. I smiled, I knew he was joking but he set my mind into thinking about testing his theory later.

So you can maybe already guess how things might unravel back at the villa later that afternoon, or maybe you can’t, I’m going to elaborate anyway. They unravelled with me taking a dip, me casting off my bikini top, him warning me there were neighbours about and me shrugging and saying I couldn't see any. They continued with him going to fetch some cold drinks and the camera and me tossing my bikini pants up to him as soon as he settled on his sun lounger, which made him jump as you can imagine cold water on hot skin would. Him coming to the side of the pool and calling me over, me taking another idle length first making sure to flaunt my bum. Me listening and smirking insolently while he told me he expected more modest behaviour and I'd better put my pants back on at least and throwing them into the water, and me ignoring them as they floated, telling him not to be such a prude.

Nonchalantly turning away from him was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was followed by him making a big splash as he landed in the water right beside me and me feigning a wince as he grabbed my arm. Then guided me up the steps and marched me across the hot tiles to the villa.

''OK I'll put them on'' I said, ''No you won't, not until I've finished with you that is, and then you'll be only too willing to go and fetch them out of the water and put them on double quick,'' he said.

Ooooooooooooooh...I love it when he talks like that...I was going to get a good spanking.  It was hot inside but he shut the door and locked it, no disturbances. Then through the kitchen to the lounge, nice leather sofa with big soft arms, I was sure we were heading there but no, he led me across the lounge leaving a trail of water and into the downstairs bedroom.

''No I'll soak the bed!'' I said, but P wasn’t at all concerned.

''It'll be dry in no time in this heat,'' he said as he sat on the edge and pulled me down so I was half across his left knee and half on the bed.

''But I'm soaking wet'' I protested.

''Exactly how I want you,'' said he as he brought his hand down quite forcefully on my right cheek followed quickly by a volley of alternating slaps which got me starting to get quite wriggly until his hand must have tired or got bored and he paused to change from left hand holding with right hand spanking to the opposite. Different angle, different feel... different hand, different feel. Hands have characters of their own you know, my husband’s left often seems harder than his right although that could be because I'm already stinging by the time he switches to his left.

Anyway his left hand took charge of a spanking resumption and increase in wriggling and much 'Oh-nooooing' and pleeeaase-no-moreing' from me. When his strong right leg crossed over my two legs a few minutes later and secured my lower body firmly, there was no more wriggling and his right hand returned to the fray. I love and hate when I can’t wriggle any more; the subjugation is uncompromising and powerful, the pain accentuated.

''I told you to put your bikini pants back on but you defied me, didn't you?'' It didn’t need an answer. Gosh but this was hurting.

''And you turned your back on me when I was talking which was very rude.'' Rude moi?

“Ouch! Owww...OWWW!”

''Well I'm going to teach you a lesson”...spank spank... ''and I'll expect better behaviour from you”..,SPANK SPANK...“for the rest of the week!”

 My! It was really getting to me, wet is HOT and very OUCH and I was getting very noisy. We were going out to dinner later, I reminded him, and I wouldn’t be able to sit down if he carried on much more.

''It'll serve you right for being cheeky. Anyway I like seeing you shuffling around on the seat it's cute.'' Oh right, that's okay then, I thought.

He eventually stopped. Phew! We were both covered in sweat, he patted my bum and told me to clamber up onto the bed while he went over to the windows; there was one on each of two adjacent walls and between them they allowed a through draft. As he opened the second one he was directly behind me, I looked ahead into the full length wardrobe mirror and saw his reflection as he clipped the window fully open causing an immediate and heavenly waft of cool air.

I watched his reflection taking his shorts down as he looked out the window, nice bum still in trim. Then his reflection turned round. P tans easily, as I’ve said, and he looked dark and  muscular against the window light and I almost squealed with delight when I noticed his manhood standing fully erect. Oh my! In this world or another I must have done something very right, I thought, and in a couple of strides he was at the bed and I’d raised my bum invitingly to greet it. I was slick with lust and he penetrated me easily and quickly, and I clenched greedily in time with his thrusts. His hands grabbed my hips more for effect than need, then he gave my right cheek a couple of sharp slaps and said something deep throaty in Spanish being as he doesn't speak Portuguese, I don't know what it was but it tipped me over the edge and I started coming and how! I know I squirted and I know he felt it and that triggered him and I felt him grow urgent and those lovely hard thrusts as he emptied himself into me with a roar. I screamed, put my hand to my mouth and fell onto the bed, P still pulsing inside me and making no attempt to quell the guttural expressions which emitted in bursts from his lips as his spasms decreased.

''The neighbours...Sshhh!'' I said.

''Neighbours? Don't worry about the neighbours'' he laughed as he collapsed with me, two panting sweating entwined bodies exhausted and fulfilled. So, I smiled as I wallowed in post orgasmic heaven, the neighbours matter when I'm skinny dipping but not when P is rogering me. How unfair is that, I thought, as I let myself doze.

It was early evening when we woke, P had dozed too, the air was still warm. We showered and walked into town, strolled along the beachfront relaxed and leisurely, and ended up in a nice family run fish restaurant where we had local smoked swordfish and rosada grilled over charcoal. I made a point of asking one of the waitresses if I could have a cushion from one of the terrace seats as the wicker chairs were a bit hard. Actually it wasn't hurting as much by that time as I’d thought it might but I know P likes to think he's done a thorough job so I thought I’d humour him.

Later we moved on to the town square, surrounded by little bars, where they had some live fado music playing. I watched the local girls going about their work carrying food and trays of drinks to the tables, all bronzed all trim, all happy looking, and I thought about what P had said earlier about how men living in these parts treated their women. If it was true, which I doubted, I'd have had to say I was with them all the way.

Ronnie
xx

Why was I reading a Beginners Guide to Erotic Spanking

Well I wasn't intending to actually but google sent me a link to a UK online magazine called Reveal.co.uk, it does that sort of thing every now and again. The link went straight into this article, dated 19th August, by their deputy editor so I browsed it, having an interest in all things spanking and happy to spread the word at any opportunity.  

But I have to say it was a bit pedestrian for me, I mean I liked a few bits, champagne flutes and eating sweets got my approval as did the bit towards the end explaining how long a spanking should go on for (hours and hours was one possibility...if only:)  Anyway it's mildly titillating stuff and some of it would definitely we worth a read for newbies.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Picture from magazine article

P doesn't do cruises

I know a few of my friends on and off line enjoy cruises and I've said before that my husband doesn't do them. Our neighbours are on one right now and they say they're great but P always says he doesn't like being cooped up, prefers terra firma, rental car, go where he wants, choose where he has dinner, do as he pleases, he loves the sea and will swim in it for hours but he doesn't want to live on it in a floating hotel (his words not mine) ..........until ... maybe ... I showed him this article from Times Travel on Sunday.

Then he saw the price at the bottom, next to the bottom if you'll pardon the pun, and nah, that's outrageous, we could do Dubrovnik, Venice and Split for well under four grand. I said but what about all the erotic play nights on board, he just said to let him know what sort of erotic I had in mind and he'd do his best to arrange it:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Chéri Hérouard Spanking Art

A selection of spanking pictures by Cheri Herouard (1881 - 1961) a French illustrator who was most famously known for his forty-five-year work for French society magazine, La Vie Parisienne. 

Under the name of Herric, he also created erotic and sadomasochistic illustrations for various books including the Kama Sutra. 

Some of the pictures found here and here.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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I don't want to 'cum'

And I didn't, well not properly, not the big wave that rushes through me and leaves me sated and limp. I got ripples, very pleasant ripples, but not the big one. And that left me horny for the rest of the day which, my husband says, makes me more interesting. Oh really, P, well you try getting in my skin and see how 'interesting' it feels when you're told you're not going to be allowed ('allowed', for gods sake) to bloody well cum, especially after your cock's been thumping into me and exploded all over my arse.

This was on Saturday afternoon, late, and I'd just been caned, or should I say spanked or looped, I'm not sure because it had been with the 'loopy johnny' (not for beginners) but there isn't really a verb specific to the beastly implement. It doesn't see the light of day often, it was bought years ago and used on me somewhere in Spain for the first time and caused me to safeword, I think the only occasion I can ever remember doing that, it was so bad and unexpected. Since then it's been used just a few times, but with much less fervour, by my husband and I've acclimatised to it a bit. Anyway so as not to bore you, I'd been a bit cheeky with P (his take, I'd say flirty) about the 'banquet' he was apparently going to prepare for the evening as we had guests coming and he took me upstairs to teach me not to be so cheeky.

He put me over his knee, wrestled my jeans down to my thighs and applied the loopy johnny to my knickered bottom. It wasn't hard at first which gave me confidence to come up with some more cheek, the sting from the loopy increased then subsided and my husband's firm hand kneaded my buttocks as he told me what happened to cheeky girls, my husband's voice alone can sometimes start me off, it's deep but soft and convincing, I started rubbing, or humping as he calls it, against his thigh. The loopy started again, harder now but I was 'humping' so it excited me and made me do it harder, my husband can play me like a musical instrument at times, he gauged pain with pleasure just right, with words of admonishment thrown in for good measure, I asked him to put his left hand down under my tummy inside my knickers, he wouldn't, I said please I was close, he still wouldn't and said I was rude to ask and I thought what a bastard, and then he said rude girls got their knickers taken down and thrashed harder and I felt his thumbs in the waistband and the wash of cool air over my bottom as he pulled the back of my pants down just below my cheeks and I started wriggling like a rattlesnake it just tipped me over the edge and as he whacked my thrusting bottom with the loopy I 'rippled', what do you really call it, a pre-orgasm, a mini-orgasm, I don't know but it was nice and I wanted more and stayed in position waiting expectantly.

My husband put his hand inside my knickers and felt me and told me I was wet. I said I didn't want to cum, I often say that when I really do, I wanted him to spank me more first though, greedy girl that I am. He told me to get up off his lap, shit I thought it was over, then he bent me over the little desk we have in our spare room office and told me I wasn't going to be allowed to cum, then he pulled my knickers a little further down and shoved his cock into me, he told me he was just going to 'master' me (what the hell does that mean), use me as his cock's plaything, oh christ I was writhing on the desk in an instant, I just kept whimpering please please but each time I pushed back onto his cock he moved back too so I didn't get what I wanted and I can tell you I wanted it so bad. Then I felt the lovely head of his cock pull out, no no don't do that and I pushed my bum back searching for it and then I felt him spraying his load over my hot cheeks and into my crack and I kept saying oh fuck, oh fuck but managed to keep still so that none of his spunk missed me. When he'd emptied he tugged at my knickers to wipe his cock and then pulled them up over my spunk covered bottom and told me he'd finished with me and I could pull my jeans up and come downstairs and he'd find me a few jobs to do in the kitchen.

Oh dear, how wicked did I feel working alongside him in the kitchen, my spanked and spunked bottom still stinging and sticky from him, being given menial tasks to perform which I was sure he could have done far quicker than me but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I brushed against him whenever possible and chatted away happily not mentioning at all what he'd just done to me but wishing deep down he'd do it again or just plain take me over the counter when he'd got as much done as he needed to.

Well he didn't fuck me, instead we each had a mug of tea when he'd got himself organised and sat together on the sofa looking through some stuff on my laptop. Near 6pm I said I was going to get a shower before our guests arrived, my bum was sticking to my knickers which had gone hard in parts, I thought he might join me but he made no move. Then as I went out the door he told me to stomp the floor when I was done, I thought it was so he could grab a shower himself but I was wrong. Instead, after my stomp, he came up into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed in my robe, sat next to me and pulled me across his lap and gave me a burning hot hand spanking on my bare bottom, I asked him almost breathlessly what that was for and he just said it was to keep me horny. Then he kissed me on the cheek and went back downstairs.

I stayed horny for the rest of the evening, I wondered if our guests noticed, does one exude horn? I don't know but I kind of enjoyed being not allowed to cum and even after they'd gone and the evening was over and P came into the kitchen to help me finish tidying, I still wanted it. I had to wait till the following day to get it and when I did there was no question of ripples, it was one great big wave. So I kind of liked not-cumming, perhaps P's right and it does keep you on a sort of high, but I still prefer actual cumming. I think:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx      

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Inexplicable Cumming

I think I'm gradually morphing into some kind of spankoholic or transcending to another level or something.

I got spanked last week, it wasn't for any misdemeanour or anything, it was because my husband had decided to, sometimes it means sex but not always. Anyway I got a good spanking, pretty hard and pretty long, about thirty minutes worth, and when it stopped P started rubbing my back, soothingly. He also ran his hands up and down my thighs but didn't touch the area he'd seared, nor did he stray between my legs where I was desperately willing him to. I was making all the right mmm noises and squirming and squeaking a bit as his hands soothed me. I could feel his cock hard under my left hip but couldn't squirm my way against it like I wanted to, it was very frustrating and it made me want even more. My movements must have made it perfectly obvious that I needed attention but my husband steadfastly refrained from touching me intimately or allowing me to rub against him.

This went on for some minutes then I said he'd better spank me some more then if he wasn't going to masturbate me or let me masturbate myself or better still fuck me, for gods sake put me out of my misery one way or another. P told me he wasn't going to give me any satisfaction at all and if I kept on begging (his word) for it he'd give me such a spanking I wouldn't be sitting down for the rest of the day. All this time remember his left hand is comforting my back and shoulders and his right is caressing my thighs. Whether his words triggered me I don't know but suddenly I felt an orgasm starting, deep down and rising and I started bucking on my husband's lap desperate to find any part of him to rub my pussy against. I think superhuman strength accompanies orgasms because my husband is strong but I still managed to release the grip he'd put on me when he saw what was happening but I didn't get to rub where I wanted. I just came, massively and desperately and then collapsed onto his lap as if I'd just completed a marathon. 

My husband told me I was very naughty. I told him it was his fault. He said he hadn't touched me sexually at all, he'd just spanked me and then comforted me a bit and then suddenly Wham! I was off, orgasming for England as he put it. He repeated it was very naughty, he said my mind was corrupt, it was inexplicable.

Then he spanked me again, oh my god it hurts after you've come but oh my god I wanted it to happen. I kept pleading with him to stop and praying that he wouldn't at the same time. I felt really really naughty after he was done spanking me, his repeated scolding was music, I was starting to feel horny again as he adjusted me and himself on our little futon and told me to unzip his fly. Oh shit he was enormous and his head was glistening with precum and I didn't need any telling at all.

Corrupt mind maybe, but do you think I'm booking an appointment with a shrink?

Ronnie

xx

Do you think you're up to Spanking me, P

I had a messy and funny and sad week last week, doing things you only have to do occasionally in a lifetime, sharing things with my husband and his family, well my family too, connecting with people we haven't spoken to for ages. all the usual old jokes about 'knew it must be a death, birth or marriage' when your number came on the screen etc etc. Because of the Easter long weekend, we only got the necessary doctors' death certificate issued late Thursday so couldn't confirm funeral arrangements until Friday and then we've got to wait nearly two weeks for a crematorium slot.

Anyway, this afternoon (I'm writing Sunday evening) I got spanked, and much needed it was, I think for P as well as me. I'm not sure whether I got spanked for telling my husband he looked like Van Gogh or whether it was for fussing over him or for telling him not to be a baby and I don't really mind anyway.

 You see I was in the kitchen this morning and P had gone for a shower, suddenly he came bursting into the kitchen dripping blood down his neck, onto his shoulder and onto the floor, his hands were covered too and he was holding toilet tissue against his ear. First thing he said to me was not to panic (he could see the look on my face), he'd had a minor accident, just wanted me to check it for him because he couldn't see it properly in the mirror. I soaked a cloth with cold water, took away the tissue and got rid of enough blood to see the cause which was a fine razor cut bleeding a lot but not serious looking. I made a joke about Van Gogh, made a fuss over my husband, told him to sit down, got the first aid box out etc etc. P said he didn't need a plaster, just wanted to make sure nothing was hanging off, he said he'd give it a while for the blood to slow then go and shower. Apparently he'd been trimming his hair over his ear with a razor, god know why, he said he had a meeting in the morning and it was irritating him. I said it would irritate him more if he had a plaster on next day, plasters don't fit well on ears, I told him he should've gone to the hairdressers and continued to fuss over him, he doesn't like too much fuss and eventually told me to stop or he'd spank me, then he thought better of it and added 'when his ear stopped bleeding'.

 Well I didn't actually stop fussing but I was becoming more relaxed about the injury which was, in spite of the blood, minor. He went and finished his shower, he let me put a small plaster on his ear, in case the bleeding re-started, and we went out later, me checking unnecessarily with him if he was all right and casting regular glances at his ear. When I went to lift the plaster later he winced and ouched and I told him not to be a baby it was all OK, no more blood. My husband said good, in that case he'd give me the spanking he should have given me earlier. I asked him if he thought he was up to spanking me with his injury (guaranteed to provoke, I'm not stupid) and he just said he'd let me be the judge of that after the event.

So I ended up across his knee with my knickers down getting a wonderfully firm hand spanking with appropriate words to accompany it. I struggled and kicked but was so happy my husband was back on form after an awkward week. When he'd made me wriggle sufficiently he paused and asked me if I thought he was up to spanking me, I gasped in my meekest voice "Oh yes P, I'm sorry I doubted it," and put my hands to my bottom rubbing to emphasise my point. "Very well then," said my husband, "and now I'm going to thank you for the concern and attention you gave me earlier, even though you went on a bit".  He eased me off his lap and bent me over the deep sofa seat, I felt his hand between my legs and let out a little cry as his fingers checked my wetness, then I heard his zip unfasten and he was kneeling on the carpet between my legs his cock pounding me and my face buried into an M&S scatter cushion to stop me screaming. We both came heavily and and collapsed panting and I could feel him still hard inside me as I told him to stay inside while I stretched for a Kleenex box and shoved tissues between my legs to save the carpet and the furniture:)

Have a good week,

Ronnie

xx

What's good for the goose

Is good for the gander, so they say. Well perhaps it applies to some circumstances, possibly even most being as the saying has been around a long time and there's no smoke without fire (should I be qualifying one idiom by using another), but definitely not all. You see quite a while ago I came across knowledge about something called a 'ruined orgasm' which, when applied skilfully to males, can extend their attention period in a certain way even though it might temporarily, ahem, frustrate them. I did an exploratory test on P but he was aghast and thought I'd gone mad.

Anyway he must have retained something from the experience and, inquisitive fellow that he is, found out more about them and their purpose and, whether through his own thinking or by stuff he read online, decided it would be interesting to test the procedure on me. What it meant in practice was that he worked me into a condition very close to orgasm but then, right at the tipping point when that lovely wave starts gushing through me, he pulled the plug. Withdrew orgasm support. The bastard. He hadn't penetrated me, he'd been spanking me (not punishment) and he'd touched places which get me off but refused to actually masturbate me even though I wanted it and begged him to. I tried to get my hand between my legs but he pinned it back, I couldn't use the other one because it was supporting me. I pleaded, I promised him the best blowjob ever if he would please just do it. But he didn't.

Instead, he resumed spanking me. He told me the only way I'd get off would be from the spanking I was getting. He wouldn't let me rub where I needed to and he wouldn't do it for me, only my bottom would get attention and I better make the most of it because it was all I'd be getting. And he'd still make me give him a blowjob after. And the funny thing was, the more he told me what I wouldn't be getting the more I wanted it and I wriggled and bucked on his knee not from the sting of the spanking but because I was so desperate to get a feel of his thigh or knee to grind against. P knew what I was doing and as my urgency built up he gripped me tighter and made sure I couldn't get the contact I wanted, I was grinding air. At the same time he told me what a spectacle I was making of myself and he was going to spank my bottom harder if I didn't stop wriggling and struggling. And I said 'Well do it then, DO IT, do it fucking hard because I'm not going to stop' and then I started moaning and then I felt it start washing over me and I cried out and P increased the spanking, I don't know where he found it but the force was enormous and I wanted to scream and come and get spanked even harder all at the same time. And I couldn't, I bloody well couldn't. I got so close, I got lovely little ripples, I was soaking wet but I didn't get what I wanted. Then he made me do you know what to him which made me start building hope all over again only to have it dashed when he told me to pull my knickers and jeans up, that was it.

Well for the rest of the day I was needy indeed and P made it worse by touching me, brushing against me, patting my bum etc but no sign of finishing me off. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof and it was awful and lovely and I started to see how it must be for males who get the same treatment, I mean as near as you can get to the same. It could run on and on, in fact I've read that it does with some couples.

Not for me though, well I sodding well hope not, I think I'd have to take up furtive masturbating in the shower, or anywhere else for that matter. And if I got caught and spanked for it well........that would be a bonus:) 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Amaretti ... thank you

I got spanked last week and it was all because of an amaretti biscuit, or I should say the lack of one.

My husband took me for a meal, I hadn't expected it, no particular reason, just spur of the moment as far as I was concerned. We went to a little bistro in our local town, it's got warped walls, uneven floor and genuine old beams, we hadn't been there for months, P must have pre-booked early in the day or even the previous day thinking about it, because they were expecting us and we wouldn't have got a table otherwise as they were busy.

So nice surprise for me and a very nice meal and then, at the end while I tucked into a dessert, P had an espresso, coffee arrives at the table without an amaretti biscuit. He called the girl back and asked her where the biscuit was, she didn't know what he was talking about so he explained that they always served espresso with a amaretti biscuit. He was going by previous occasions but hey, things can change. Anyway he asked her to get him one and she went and asked the kitchen but came back saying no amarettis, they'd stopped doing them. P wasn't happy and said if he'd known he wouldn't have ordered the coffee, I interjected and said it wasn't worth making a fuss about and told the waitress it was OK my husband would be a big boy and drink his espresso without the biscuit. Well the girl went away relieved that I'd piped in, she had other tables to tend. We finished off, paid the bill, I made sure P left a proper tip because really it was lovely, and we went home. Nothing more was said about the amaretti until we were in the house.

"You embarrassed me," said my husband, "you shouldn't have taken their side over the amaretti biscuit."

"What, I thought that was all done and dusted, don't be silly, if anything you embarrassed yourself you didn't need me to help."

That was it. He took me by the upper arm across to the sofa and undid my belt, pulling my jeans down to my knees, they're quite tight fitting and I could hardly move without falling over, he told me he didn't like my attitude, he'd taken me for a nice surprise meal and that was how I behaved. He sat and pulled me with him so I landed across his knee, he told me I shouldn't show him up like that, I told him I hadn't fucking shown him up (I purposely used the unnecessary language), he told me I deserved a good spanking as he pulled my knickers down to join my jeans, I told him I didn't need a good spanking I just needed a husband with some commonsense and he better not dare spank me (god I wish I could have seen his face) Needless to say he did dare spank me, he spanked me very hard, long too and I loved it. I made a big false hoo-ha about it at first, exaggerating my resistance, but then when the spanking got harder and he clamped his leg over mine to subdue my wriggling, my moans and squeals turned to real and eventually I was apologising and begging him to stop which, thank goodness, he didn't do until he was good and ready.

When the spanking stopped he pushed me onto the sofa next to him, I moved to pull up my knickers and jeans but he told me leave them down, I thought he was going to spank me some more when he took hold of my shoulders but he didn't. He pulled me down so that my head was on his lap and I was sitting at a tilt on the seat next to him, his hand clamped down on my right buttock, it hurt but it was nice, and he told me to undo his fly and apologise for my behaviour. I whimpered, slut that I am, and fumbled with his zip trying not to make it too obvious that I couldn't get it open fast enough, it seemed like ages since he'd made me do that and I loved it and as I took his cock in my mouth he moved his hand between my legs and started masturbating me, I know I was soaking wet and didn't think it would take me long to come and then suddenly his cock started to spasm and I knew I'd get a lovely load any second and it tipped me over the edge and as his first spurt hit the roof of my mouth I started to orgasm. It was a perfect finish to the evening.

Thanks to a certain bistro for stopping their amarettis:)

Were back but off again later as we have a family wedding the weekend. Catch up with you all next week.

Have a fun one.

Ronnie

xx