Bottoms Up - Terps

Thank you for joining me for another Bottoms up.

This week we have one from our friend and fellow blogger Terps.

My favorite is my husband's hand. 

I love the feeling of skin on skin, the ability to strike and caress, to arouse and soothe. It is readily available, whether for a little love tap or a long session combined with love making.  

Other than my husband's hand, my favorite implement would have to be the leather rose paddle I purchased a few years ago as a gift for myself for my birthday. It is very similar in look to yours 

You were the one to inspire my purchase and it has not disappointed. I love the feel and look of leather. It has a nice bite, but not too strong. And, it is so pretty, even though I cannot see it as it is being used.  It makes me smile whenever I see it.  :-)  As for least favorite, spankings do not happen frequently here and always for fun, and we have not explored all there is to be explored, so I have yet to discover a least favorite,,,yet. 

I totally agree with you about both.  We've had our rose paddle for a long time and it gets better with age:) If you do ever find a least favourite spanking implement do let us know.

Thanks Terps.

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

See you next Wednesday for another 'Bottoms up'

Ronnie
xx

Spanking Towel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Sod working Saturdays

I can sympathise with our junior doctors who have to work weekends, adding to their already too long hours. I'm not sure about it being unsafe and I don't think they're all underpaid but I do understand their reluctance to throw in the towel and just accept, like shop workers and others have gradually had to, that weekends are no longer 'special'.

You see I used to work Saturdays and Sundays many years ago, in the hospitality business, so do know what it's like but when I got out of the sharp end of that business I stopped doing it. Now I must admit that whilst I do deal with business at any old time nowadays, I'm no longer governed by a timetable and I've got into the habit of keeping weekends essentially free so that I can shop with bigger crowds and stand in longer checkout queues like other people do:)

When P told me I had to work last Saturday I wasn't best pleased, not only because my husband wouldn't do me just a teeny favour and take a delivery for me but because my weekend routine was to be interrupted. Even the threat of getting spanked hadn't really spiced up the prospect because it hadn't been made with much conviction.

So in I went, I thought might as well make the best of it. I made a coffee for P and took a mug of tea upstairs to my little office storeroom, which was admittedly untidy with part opened cartons all over the place and no obvious space for my new stock to be stacked. I'd only done half an hour when P buzzed me to tell me my carrier was outside, he wanted me to come down and let him in, he could have done it just as easily. Anyway I let the guy in, didn't go outside to help him take the boxes off his truck because it was raining, offered him a hot drink which he didn't want, signed for the number of packages unopened and that was it. Two trips on our little elevator to get them upstairs then one at a time into the office for checking and stacking. P came up after a while, I was on my second box, he looked around the office and asked me why I wasn't going to put existing stock in some sort of order first. Bloody cheek, I told him I had but he said it didn't look like it and if I just crammed the new stuff in wherever, it would just make it harder to find stuff later, which was OK if it was me but what about if it was Claire trying to find something.

He stayed and 'helped' me, god it was boring, I've got a little old radio up there and I put that on, I went and made another drink because when P starts doing something it's better to let him get on with it but the rest of the building was silent, no Gail in reception to chat with, no-one to tittle tattle with in the corridor, there really isn't room for two people to be opening cartons in the space we have there so my presence was useless really and I said I might as well go home. He wouldn't have any of that, he said it was my responsibility, he was just showing me the best way and he was going back down again because he had calls to make. It was after 1.00 and I still hadn't finished when P came upstairs again to see how I was getting on and to tell me he was off now, he'd done all he had to and he'd see me later. Well no chance, I didn't want to be left there on my own and have to set the alarm too, I hate doing that in case something goes wrong. I told him and he relented and helped break up some empty cartons and take them down to the skip then said we could call it a day. We, by which he meant me, could finish off in the week.

I played my face somewhat, I mean I know he's right about working in an orderly fashion but I do have my own ways and they do work, but it didn't get me spanked and actually I didn't want it to because I didn't feel horny or sassy or anything really other than bored and a bit put out at having wasted, as I saw it, a Saturday morning.

We went home because P wanted to get a coat as it was still showering, he said we'd go into town but I said no, no point it was too late now. He said that was ridiculous the stores were open until whatever time. I maintained no, it had thrown my day out and I didn't want to go now. He reminded me I had something to take back to one of the shoe stores and also a collection to pick up, I shrugged and said it could wait.

He lost patience with me at that point, he could sense my arsey attitude and he frog marched me across to the sofa. I told him he didn't need to fucking well spank me I hadn't done anything wrong and it was up to me if I went into town or not. It didn't make any difference, he had me across his knee protesting and telling him not to dare spank me, I wasn't joking and to get his bloody hands off me now! I was still protesting, kicking too, as he undid my jeans and pulled them down and started spanking me. I kicked and struggled and dug my nails into his ankle and he spanked me harder and raised his voice threatening to take my knickers down and make sure I couldn't sit down for the rest of the weekend if I didn't stop kicking. I was getting spanked whatever happened, it was up to me how hard it was and he could make it very hard indeed. I stopped gouging his flesh and kicking but I didn't stop shouting for him to let me go.

Ten minutes later I was on my feet, my jeans pulled hastily up, backside burning but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me rub it and there weren't any tears in my eyes although I know my face was flushed because I could feel it hot. He told me to pull myself together and no more nonsense.

Five minutes later we were driving into town.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx 

I was in tears

I had to go for an eye check-up last Friday, for a condition not an eye test, and it involves dilating my pupils with inserted drops, which leaves me with blurry eyes for a couple of hours so P accompanied me.

The procedure takes a while, with waiting in between stages and I'm in and out of treatment rooms, so P walked into town to kill time and because there was no reception in the hospital which annoys him (why does government say we should be a connected nation and knock hotels etc for not providing free broadband, but not connect its own hospitals...and, worse, not even have decent mobile data reception). It was sunny and warm and he made his way through town to the cathedral where there are benches and he thought he'd sit and do emails. It didn't work out that way because there had been some kind of medieval ceremony on, he got there at the tail end of it, and there were onlookers occupying the benches, he didn't find out what the ceremony was but he did send me a snap.

He did his emails from a cafe in town eventually, with a coffee and an outside seat so he was happy enough. We exchanged banter texts - he usually starts them depending on his mood, helping pass time and cheering me up, some in the waiting area must have wondered why I kept breaking into smiles when everyone else was so serious. I wondered how come texts could get through but web mail couldn't. I got cheeky and sent him a couple of suggestive texts, well suggestive for me, his replies were somewhat ruder but nice.

On the way home he said he'd spank me when we got back, I said he couldn't because I wasn't seeing properly the light was making my eyes water a lot, he said I didn't need to be able to see to get spanked, which was true and it made me laugh and I looked forward to getting home.

We got home and he did spank me. It wasn't hard enough very hard though, still a spanking's a spanking and I could honestly say for once that I was in 'tears'! I wanted him to fuck me then but he said he still had stuff to do and was going back to the office, he asked me if I was ok and said he'd be about an hour maybe a bit longer, then he was out the door.Two mins later he came back through the door, he said he'd changed his mind, he would fuck me after all, then go and finish up. I'm sure my eyes dilated more than they had all afternoon, doubt if P would have noticed through the tears though, he asked me again if I was ok, I assured him yes I was bloody ok, don't let a few eye drops get in the way of a fuck. I grabbed his arm and led him upstairs before he took pity on me and changed his mind:)

It turned out a very pleasant Friday afternoon, if all hospital trips went like that I'd be looking forward to them.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

A warm start to the day

And don't mean the weather, although that too was looking up this morning and P returned from the paper shop in a short sleeved shirt and chirpily declaring summer's here at last. I'd only just come downstairs but I told him great perhaps we can go to the garden centre and get those pots then. That unchirped him and he settled down to browse the newspaper, which was stuffed with post mortem election stuff which has already played over so many times I'm sick of it.

I sat with a mug of tea and answered a few emails from last night and acknowledged a few 'ker-chings'. I sell stuff on eBay and every time a sale goes through a message sends to my devices with a ker-ching sound, like an old fashioned manual cash register, it's quite funny, startling too if you're not used to it. Last night we had a couple of friends for dinner and it ker-chinged quite a lot, to their amusement, the thing they found most odd though was that I didn't get up each time to check it. They said if it was them, they wouldn't be able to resist but I told them if they'd been doing it as long as me they probably would, especially on a Saturday night when no action can be taken anyway.

After clearing my inbox I sent an email to P listing a few new items I want to try and buy from a Spanish manufacturer we use near Alicante, I send them to P because he has a fair understanding of Spanish and also he puts technical information very clearly so there's unlikely to be any misunderstanding after he's interpreted my requirements and made them simple. P reckons our currency will rise a bit more over the coming weeks since the election outcome so it would be a good time to get a top-up order in as well as the new stuff, assuming Jose can do it. I cleared up our few breakfast things and some glasses from last night, left a wash in the machine and went off for a shower.

Twenty minutes later I was in the bedroom drying my hair, towel wrapped round me, nothing else, when my husband walked in, I didn't hear him but turned round when the hairdryer stopped and there he was. Now many moons ago, it used to be an almost ritual on a Sunday morning that, circumstances permitting, by which I mean our son or guests, I used to get spanked, not for any particular reason other than my husband thought it was good for me. Well he was certainly right there, but oddly since we've had the house mostly to ourselves it's tailed off, it's weird, maybe we want when it's hard to do but then perversely lose interest when it becomes easy.

Anyway this morning was just like the old Sunday mornings and I loved it when P sat on the bed and pulled me across his lap. I objected of course, my hair was still part wet, I didn't have any knickers on, my towel was falling off, all sorts of little excuses which I knew wouldn't make a scrap of difference to what was about to happen. Then he told me I needn't worry about the towel falling off because he was going to take it right off, which he did, and that I needn't worry about being chilly either because it was a warm morning and in any case I was going to get more than my share of warmness soon enough. Then my husband started spanking me and you know how much spanking hurts on a pink bottom more or less straight from the shower, it hurts a lot and I was so delirious with happiness I almost forgot to shout and plead for him to stop. I got into a rhythm of wiggling and begging and complaining after a few minutes, I told him I hadn't done anything wrong, I told him he couldn't just come into the bedroom and spank me like this and he just laughed and told me he was. He spanked me for about ten minutes, alternating hands and holding me steady with the one that wasn't spanking at the time while his right leg clamped my thighs like a vice. Then he rolled me onto the bed and told me to cover myself up and finish doing my hair, he was going to have a shower himself and then we'd go together to the garden centre.

I pouted as he stopped at the door to look back and said I looked cute like that. I nearly asked him what it had been for and I nearly asked him if he wanted some company in the shower but in the end just stayed quiet and luxuriated in the warm glow from my bottom as I sat up and finished off.

I was downstairs well before P and started typing this post but closed the lid on my laptop as I heard him coming down the stairs. I didn't know whether I was going to get fucked across the dining room table or any way else for that matter when he came down, or whether we'd be off to the garden centre as promised, I think I would have foregone the garden centre. I didn't get the choice as it happens, we went out, got what we needed, went into town too because I had some stuff waiting to click-and-collect and then we had a light sandwich lunch. All the time we were out I was brushing against my husband and paying over attention to almost every little word he uttered, I wonder if men notice those sort of things, must ask him one day.

When we got home I got the fucking I would have like earlier, in the middle of the afternoon, with our neighbour conveniently mowing his grass to provide sound cover:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

I want you to seethe

I'm just following up on my little Bank Holiday Monday trip which one or two have asked me about. It did take place, I did get spanked prior to setting out, I did bag a few bargains and I did have a lovely meal out in the evening. Didn't get spanked a second time later in the day though because a new neighbour came round to borrow a tool off P and we got chatting and it made us a bit late so spanking 2 didn't happen which was a pity because I really wanted it as I'd been simmering all day.

When P spanked me in the morning before setting off, he told me he was going to do it hard, with his hand, and really make me sting, he said he wanted me seething till half way up the motorway. I said I didn't think I'd be seething because that's harbouring unexpressed anger isn't it and I doubted I'd be angry. My husband said I hadn't had the spanking yet so I better not count my chickens, then he told me not to correct him and that he wanted me seething with unexpressed sexual emotion. I still don't think it was the right word but I got the idea. And liked it.

My husband has very good hands, he's not a manual worker but likes doing manual work, his hands are strong, he uses them very well and I love them especially when they're holding me in place for a sound hard spanking, which was what I got about twenty minutes before we left the house for the Motorway Monday morning. He took my jeans and knickers down in our little office and had me across his lap on the futon and tanned my backside till I was wailing and had to bite on one of the cushions to keep the noise down so that he wouldn't stop too soon. Ooh I like it like that, no warm up no messing around, get on with it, it left me gasping and rubbing my backside as he stood me up. He told me he hoped I'd be a good girl for the rest of the day and there'd be another dose of the same later if I wasn't. 'Now, knickers and jeans up, car, 5 minutes or else' he snapped. We were on the road in less than 5.    

My bottom, which felt larger in my tight jeans and certainly hotter than it had half an hour ago, remained sensitive to movement for some while and I had my hand on my husband's lap before we even got on the motorway. Somewhere past Stafford he asked me if I was seething, I said I didn't think I was but I was definitely simmering. He said good that was probably the word he should have used. 

  

I simmered quite a lot during the day I can tell you, relieved by the distractions of trying clothes on from time to time but the simmering didn't really abate and on the way home I was thoroughly looking forward to a second round of spanking before going out to dinner. You already know it didn't happen that way, I didn't get a second spanking but I was still simmering in the restaurant and made it known, and I did get one almighty orgasm after we got home:) It was a lovely day.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Spanking is Beautiful

F/F spanking in slow motion but I liked it. 



Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Let me know if the video is yours so I can give credit.

Tops Spot

Thanks for joining me for another Tops Spot

This week we have one from a fellow blogger - Joey

My favorite implement, an acrylic cane. 24" with a diameter of .25 inches

I really like this implement as a bottom or a top. 

I paid about $15 US for the cane.  Although it is not long or wide, I find that the cane stings as much or more than a rattan cane.  And, I am amazed at the burn after a stroke. Wow!  I find it very easy to control because it is not very long.  I have placed it in carry on luggage and have taken it on the commuter train to spanking parties.  I could not do that with a long rattan cane.  Also, in small space, I can swing the acrylic cane. Sometimes, I do not have enough space for a long rattan cane.

My female top friends love this cane.  Angel told me it is easy to control and she loves my reaction to the sting and burn.  

Joey also likes to hand spank.

I feel more connected with the bottom and enjoy the tactile feel of the skin as it warms from my strokes. I can also use my hand to gently rub the bum to sooth it between strokes.

I'm quite partial to a OTK hand spanking:)

Thank you Joey.

If any tops, male or female (haven't had one from a female top yet) who would like to do a review of an implement they own or tell me about a favourite they have, and why, please email me. I'll keep it secret if it's just for me but if it's OK for me to post it please say so

Don't forget to come back next Wednesday for another Tops Spot.

Ronnie
xx