Propositioned

We had a Chinese client visit our office last week and he was telling us his daughter was in China visiting the Great Wall and other attractions and that she'd never been before and It reminded me I never finished telling you the story of our visit to China a few of years back. Anyone who's interested can pick up the first part here. It's one of my long ones :)

So our first full day in China, after the overheard spanking the previous night, started after breakfast with a walk round the park un-escorted, enjoying the sunshine and clear air and watching the Chinese watching us. Some were still doing their tai chi, others were playing cards huddled in small groups, they were mostly elderly, the youngsters had finished their exercises and gone to work. We had a 10am meeting with our host and business partner, he sent a girl to the hotel to collect us in a chauffeured limousine to take us less than 1km. We'd rather have walked but she wouldn't hear of it. I could rabbit on and on but I won't even though it was fascinating every tiny aspect from removing our shoes when we entered Chun's private residence to meeting his staff at his office, all lined up like a military inspection, exchanging small gifts, lunch in a local downtown fish restaurant because we wanted the authentic feel, afternoon meeting several of Chun's business colleagues even those who had no business in the West, it felt a bit like we were trophies of some kind to be shown off to as many as possible, it clearly wasn't doing Chun's image any harm at all having such 'important' guests.

Spanking is coming don't worry.

After a whole day meeting, smiling, handshaking and graciously engaging with friendly people who clearly loved practising their English on us, we got an hour to ourselves before dinner which was set for 6.30pm pickup (the limo again). We showered, changed, no time or thought for spanking or any hanky panky, quick look round the hotel's facilities and then down to the foyer where Chun met us flanked by two of his senior girls, a special treat for them, they both spoke English but didn't get to use it much so it was to be English only for the whole evening. Where did the limo take us? More or less the centre of the city where it pulled up outside Pizza Hut. I could hardly believe it, pizzas with the self serve salad bar just like we get at home but we were in China! It wasn't what we wanted but we could see the girls were excited and Chun looked pleased, we learned later that it was seen as quite prestigious for them to eat at a Western styled restaurant. Thank goodness there wasn't a McDonald's in town. Anyway we enjoyed it and around 9pm the evening ended and we were back at the hotel. The Chinese eat early, not at all like Europe.

So we headed for one of the hotel bars, P got his laptop from our room, caught up on some mail then handed it to me for the same purpose while he went up to the bar for drinks. He'd declined waiter service, P likes to go and get his own drinks. Anyway he was standing at the bar and an attractive, well fairly attractive, Chinese woman in a long elegant dress sidled up to him and sat at the bar. I guessed she was maybe hotel staff and watched idly, she was speaking with him, smiling, she moved close to him, I saw her touch his hand, I saw my husband look back at me, the girl still smiled, the barman put a couple of beers down, P gestured to the girl but she shook her head, P shrugged his shoulders, she smiled so sweetly then turned around and walked away from the bar, she came close by me and smiled as she passed, brazen or what? I mean I'd decided she was on the make, she had to be, no way was she staff. I watched her walk around the corner where there was a larger lounge area, the silky yellow dress shimmering as her backside swung from side to side.

P came back with our drinks and told me he'd been propositioned by a hooker, 20 USD about 14 pounds, he said it seemed very reasonable and she was quite cute. Ha! very funny P, so who was she really? He told me it was true she definitely was, and when he pointed out he was with his wife she said it was okay she liked girls too. P said he made an arrangement with her and she was going to come up to our room later and spank me, I spluttered into my Tsingtao, he must be joking surely but he said it so matter-of-factly as if he made this kind of arrangement every day. ''Not bloody likely,'' I said, ''now what really happened?'' But he insisted it was true and an opportunity to broaden my horizons, both of us in fact, anonymously too, he wouldn't budge from his story.

We had a few more drinks, chatted a while with a German guy who was there to buy die-casting machines for his factory, 60% cheaper he reckoned, then about 11pm P said it was time to go up to our room. I looked quizzically, it was early, but he said we had an appointment to keep, yeah sure this had to be the biggest wind-up, I just sat there and said I wanted another drink, he grabbed his laptop and walked off towards the elevators expecting me to follow but I didn't. I thought about what was happening, this was my husband, he didn't do this, we didn't do this, then he was walking back to me, ''Come on'', he extended his hand, a few people were around, probably thought we'd had a tiff or something. I got up held his hand and went with him into the elevator, I told him it was ridiculous there was no way I was going to get spanked by an oriental hooker while he did what? Looked on? Directed? Spanked the hooker? ''You'll see you'll be fine, it will be an experience,'' he lied, he had to be lying I knew it deep down.

But you know what when we got out on floor 28 I was half thinking it might happen, and you know what else I was half willing to let it. I mean I would back out at the last minute of course, I'm sure I would kick up a fuss and P would send the hooker packing with her 20 dollars and a tip. I held his hand tighter, he knew he'd got me, I was tense and a bit excited I have to admit it, he could sense it, I know looking back he must have been enjoying it enormously.

We got in the room and he locked the security snib, I looked round expecting the hooker to be hiding behind the curtains or something, P told me to undress, I just kept looking round, P came across, took my jacket off and loosened my trousers ''Now take those off and do as you're told'' he said and sat on the bed. I whimpered and took off my trousers I was going to put them on a hanger but P grabbed my arm and dragged me across his lap, lifted my shirt and started spanking me. Hard.

After a couple of minutes he slipped his hand inside my knickers, ''Wet'' was all he said as he pulled them down then told me the hooker wouldn't really be attending, but it was plainly obvious that I would have gone along with it and it was very plainly obvious that I was excited by it. ''Naughty, very naughty. And we know what happens to naughty girls,'' he said sternly as he resumed spanking me. Now I could have objected and told him I wasn't excited, I was petrified, it was only when he started to spank me that I might have got just a little excited, but I decided not to say anything at all. Just whimper a bit more, struggle a bit, ooh and ah and say I was sorry several times. And you know I actually was sorry, that he hadn't done what he'd said.

Still, I got spanked soundly and it was a lovely little charade, I was horny as hell after it but didn't get that kind of relief. Instead we were back down in the bar by 11.30, we both went up to the bar and took high stools and this time it was me twiddling my husband's hand. We turned in about 1 am after a few cocktails and sporadic chat with bar staff and other night owl guests. We were both shattered, I didn't get relief, it came next morning before breakfast and put a smile on my face for the whole day and what a day it was but that's for another time.

Ronnie

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Music to my ears

I've told you before we have business links with China, an article in Sunday's press about Tiananmen square, complete with rolling tanks, reminded me of a visit we had to make a couple of years back, I've got more than one story to tell from the visit, the first one isn't the raunchiest but it was the funniest, for me anyway.

When you're jetlagged after travelling half round the world after 3 flights and some frantic airport auctioning and bidding for final leg flight tickets, spanking isn't naturally at the top of your thoughts but it was when we finally arrived at our destination.

Don't worry it's not too much of a travel log. The trip was arranged hastily, visas applied for express and received by courier, we couldn't get a straight through flight so we took Birmingham - Copenhagen - Beijing with KLM, you don't get sleep on these things just read, see movies, eat, doze if you're lucky, we had a row of seats to ourselves on the 2nd leg and P said 'ever had sex over Mongolia?' very funny, needless to say I hadn't and still haven't.

We arrived Beijing and were met by our Chinese partner and host whose name is Chun, I think I'm safe using that, it was mid afternoon, we'd been travelling 20 hours with the Copenhagen connection, Chun said he'd made an appointment for himself and P at the British Embassy in Beijing in about an hour's time! This was unexpected and P wasn't happy, he could have insisted it be postponed but after a 5 mins with a vended freshen-up pack in the gents and a change of shirt, he said OK lets go, and it actually worked in his favour because he'd obviously just come from a long flight and everything was very natural and they got what they wanted. Whilst P and Chun hobnobbed with Embassy staff, I was in the basement of the building where the Embassy is situate, sitting outside a Subway cafe (yes I was amazed too) and talking with Chinese students who kept coming up asking if I was American, looking disappointed when I said no, then beaming when I said British, 'Ah that's OK too, you speak English then', that was what they wanted to practice their language and connect with Westerners, it was lovely actually.

After the Embassy meeting we had a choice - stay in Beijing overnight or go straight on to our final destination Dalian, a one hour flight, which was Chun's preference. We agreed so it was a taxi back throug the smog to Beijing airport and then the most amazing ticket booking system I've ever witnessed, it was like a scene from a stock market trading floor, no queues just a mass of people shouting and waving money at 3 or 4 harassed booking staff who were raised on a platform, there didn't seem to be any order to it at all, it was manic and P was on the verge of telling Chun to give up when suddenly one of the booking staff shouted to him, there was frantic nodding of heads and smiles and we had 3 tickets to Dalian on China Airways.

The flight was delayed, we finally got to Dalian past midnight where we were welcomed by Chun's staff, two charming girls, and a driver to take us into town and the Swiss hotel near the centre. Chun stayed at reception to deal with the formalities and the girls escorted us up to our room which was on the upper floors reserved for Western visitors. Standing outside the door waiting for one of the girls to swipe the keycard, we heard a commotion coming from the room opposite, it was raised voices a woman and a man, the woman's loudest, heated, and then several hearty slaps and the woman's voice again, shrill, protesting, followed by more slaps and grunts from the man. Our two girls looked at each other and burst into embarrassed giggles, they apparently recognised the sounds and we certainly did, its was music to my ears, there was plainly a sound spanking being delivered in the opposite room but the funny thing was the girls didn't seem outraged but accepted it albeit with a dose of the giggles. Perhaps they'd heard stories about Westerners or perhaps the Chinese are into spanking, we never found out, when Chun arrived at the room they spoke to him in Chinese about it but he listened impassively then told them not to be rude and speak in English (perhaps with the threat of spanking who knows). Anyway it was well into the early hours and they bade us goodnight after making sure we had everything we needed. We were both shattered and just wanted bed and sleep but it was the first time we ever actually witnessed a spanking in progress and under different circumstance I think we might have lingered in that corridor fumbling with the keycard for some while.  

We woke about 7.30 later that morning, P went and pulled the blinds back and called me over, it was wonderful, clear blue sky and we were overlooking one of the parks which was full of groups of Chinese doing their morning Tai Chi exercises. On the way down to breakfast we both looked at that door opposite and smiled, all was quiet, I hoped we'd see them at some time, curious to see the people behind the spanking but it didn't happen.

I got spanked later that day, P got propositioned by a Chinese hooker in the hotel bar, we ate in Chairman Mao's summer house where the Clintons and Lady Thatcher stayed, P got terrible food poisoning, I also got spanked in Beijing after strolling round Tiananmen Square, we did the Wall, Forbidden City etc and even got some more business done all in the course of the week, stuff for another day.

Some Pics....

Great Wall

Tianamen Square

Forbidden City

Ronnie

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