Too much water

Water is good for us and a much too taken-for-granted resource, we all know that, but having just spent a week in the middle of the waterways of the Norfolk Broads, I can say the expression 'too much of a good thing' wouldn't be far wrong, at least for me. The fact that we had rain (heavy at times) and showers every single day didn't help. There was a little bit of sun on the first and last days but then on our drive home, about an hour away from our destination, the heavens opened again and we had torrential rain on the M6 motorway.

So, although I very much appreciate the beauty and nature of the place we have just visited, I have seen enough water to last me a while. The house we stayed in was literally on the edge of the water overlooking the river on one side and a marina on the other. The local village about a twenty minute walk was lovely, but not best appreciated after dodging huge puddles along the way and thanking Land Rover drivers for doing their best but not always succeeding to not splash us as they passed, and even those who lived and worked locally told us it was the wettest week they could remember for ages.

I enjoyed the break, met some lovely people and visited Norwich city, which I'd never been to before. Food was good in pubs and restaurants, particularly a local fresh seafood restaurant which P said was far too cheap for what they were offering, not that he was complaining.

There was another problem, apart from the weather, and that was I didn't get spanked. Not even once and I deserved to be a dozen times for complaining to P about the rain, my boots getting ruined and other little things which were definitely spanking material in my book. I suppose the thin walls didn't help, we were in company too so I guess I couldn't really expect to be taken in hand the way I deserved to be. Perhaps if I remind P about it now that we're back...

Have a good week. I've a busy one.

Ronnie
xx

Out of the frying pan

...into the fire. So the old saying goes. That's what I said to P last night, I mean it's pretty hot here right now and we're flying to Portugal so I looked online and I think it's a degree or two cooler. I said I preferred leaving the UK dull and wet when parting with it for a sunshine break. He said nonsense, the warm weather's lovely for sure but we don't have the sea on our doorstep here and we don't have al fresco dinners with fresh seafood or whitewashed villages and colourful fiestas. Sun, sand and sea, the three S's, he said. Then he corrected himself and said it should be the five S's, at least in ours case, and added sex and spanking to the list.

"But we already get the last two here," I said.

"Ah but not as intensely," he quipped. I hoped that was a promise and not idle banter:)

I'll be giving P a little hint.

(taken on a previous holiday)

Thanks in advance for your comments. Reply when I return.

See you when I get back.

Ronnie
xx

I hate Ryanair

But I love them (temporarily) too. They got me into trouble which got me spanked.....but they also got me a holiday. Eventually.

I'm overdue a sunshine break, by my own reckoning, I mean there's no sound basis for assessing my 'overdueness' other than how I feel but that's good enough for me. So I started browsing for somewhere, just for a few days, where sunshine would be more or less guaranteed and with decent food, nice people, swimming for P (he prefers the sea not pools) and comfortable accommodation. I started off with bookings.com, as I'm familiar with their search site and we've used them several times before, and they came up with plenty all within easy travel times. I chose an option in Portugal which got really good ratings 9.4 and reviews and, best of all, I could book with no credit card and free cancellation up to 09 June if I changed my mind.

So I booked, got my confirmation email and forwarded it on to my nearest and dearest, pleased as punch with myself. I got an email back within minutes telling me it was very nice but where's the rest of the details, how are we going to get there. Easy peasy, I thought, and opened Ryanair.com. Oh dear, they could do the dates and from a midland airport but their times and prices were definitely not good. Ryanair don't do 'book without a card' and 'cancel later if you have to'...you're either in or you're out. And minutes later the flight could be sold out or price changed. So I called P and told him, he said it was ridiculous, not to book it, the flights would cost more than the whole rest of the trip put together. I told him I'd find a better deal and asked him if he agreed in principle. He said the dates were ok and yes it was a nice idea and wished me luck with the airlines. I didn't have any luck, easyjet, jet2, even thomascook, all ridiculous. We could fly from London but that's a hassle for a short break and I discounted it.

I gave up on the dates I wanted and started searching other dates not too far away. Then Bingo! I found a silly money return flight for two of us for £113 (that's not a typo, for TWO) and the times were good and the airport only forty minutes drive and so I booked it. I didn't tell P, I thought I'd sort the accommodation out first and tell him when he got home. Well I was still searching when he came through the door. He thought I was still looking for flights and said I should give up so I told what I'd done and he beamed at the price but then I told him the dates had to change a bit and I'd added a couple of nights on to get that great deal. His face straightened. So what was I looking for now, he asked. I told him it was the accommodation which was now the problem, they didn't have dates to match our flights.

"Shit! You've got things the wrong way round," he said. "You don't pay just because it's a bargain price and then find you can't get the accommodation, that's crazy." He went to go upstairs to change but then turned round. "It's out of the frying pan into the fire, it's ridiculous."

"It's isn't ridiculous, it's a good deal, I'll get accommodation," I said.

"And how long have you been looking so far?" He stood in the doorway waiting.

"About forty minutes," I lied, it had been over an hour. I could almost hear his mind working. Was he going to spank me? He was.

"You better come upstairs with me. Now," And he was off, me following seconds later.

He wasn't in the office so I went into our bedroom, he hadn't changed yet just taken off his top. He's quite tanned from doing work in our son's garden over a few days last weekend, I still like seeing him work with his top off in fact I like seeing him with his top off period. Even when he's going to spank me. Which he did and hard, accompanied by lecturing about jumping the gun and not going into action before getting my brain into gear and then...oh yes...checking with him first. Well if I always checked with him there would never be any surprises would there!

"I'll still get us somewhere to stay, really, there's plenty available I just want it to be nice. For you!" I shouted as my knickers slipped further to my knees with my kicking and struggling.

I don't know whether that got through to him or whether he thought perhaps he was overreacting or whether he was just feeling a bit horny or maybe a bit of each. Anyway he stopped spanking. His hand rested on my bottom though, decision time for me, should I say something to further incite him or leave the ball in his court? I kept quiet; even though I wanted more spanking I wanted a sunshine break more. He told me to pull my knickers up and to go downstairs, he'd come and join me and we'd see what we could find together. I could see the bulge in his crotch and thought I hope he brings that with him.

So bottom line is, the accommodation we wanted was nearly available all but one day on their website so P emailed the owners and they came back really quickly and said they could do it if we didn't mind a room change for the last night. So we said yes and I cancelled the previous booking no problem no charge (why can't Ryanair be that friendly:)) and now we're having a longer break.

It's always a struggle to get P to agree to taking time out, he always does it eventually, just needs a bit of coaxing. I think he's even warming to the idea. I haven't told him yet that the bargain price doesn't include seat choices or hold baggage or fast boarding or whatever else Ryanair can come up with. But that will happen soon enough because it's only about 4 weeks away. Perhaps that will be a spanking too although I hope I don't have to wait that long for another.

Ronnie

xx     

My Husband's Online Thing

Is it to do with getting older that makes people (some people) want to do everything online? Does anyone else find that? We are all online whether we like it or not but my husband has got a thing about it, or that's how it seems to me, and it caused us a few problems during our recent holiday. It also got me spanked when I pointed out to him that perhaps keeping some good old fashioned paperwork might be a good idea sometimes.

You see online is all very well but when you're travelling, or in queues or checking in somewhere it only needs a little glitch to cause problems. I'll tell you a few of the glitches we encountered, I won't include my comments at the time to each one, just believe me it was frustrating and embarrassing at times.....not to P I might add, but to me especially when he was berating the counterparties for encouraging everyone to go online and then not having better systems to cope with it.

It started at the airport with checking a case in, we didn't have a printed booking or boarding cards. P showed his phone boarding card but the girl wanted the booking number so P had to backtrack through emails to find it, which held up other people. He told the girl she shouldn't need the booking, she didn't like him so made him weigh his hand luggage too, which was OK for weight but I'm sure she would have enjoyed charging him if it hadn't been.

It happened again with security when they wanted to see boarding cards and P gave them his phone which had both our cards downloaded but the security guy flicked the screen the wrong way after seeing P's, and my card disappeared and he had to hand it back to P to find it again. P was annoyed and embarrassed with a string of people behind us even though it only took a minute or so to find it.

Then at the other end the car hire company wanted to see our car voucher. P told them he hadn't printed one, his driving licence and passport was all they needed, they said they needed the voucher. P looked over the counter and saw his name on their list and pointed to it, I must agree it seemed a bit petty of the clerk to want a voucher, but he wasn't getting a car without the voucher so he tried to search email but had no data connection and had to ask the car hire guy for their wifi details to get connected.

We got the car and were driving along the N125 when P went to put google maps on for navigation. There was no data connection and roundabouts ahead. P pulled over and checked his phone, there was nothing wrong in his settings it must have been just poor signals in that area. Anyway thank goodness the car company threw in a map with their paperwork, we got through the roundabouts the old fashioned way. P's language, third world country, useless infrastructure etc was unprintable. Anyway we reached our destination and as it happened google's sat nav woke up a few times along the way so that cheered him up a bit.

When we got settled into our accommodation, which was lovely by the way, and P had put his phone and iPad on charge, I just mentioned to him that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea not to rely on them so much. He disagreed, I told him well at least not to get so worked up when they went wrong, then I went for shower to wipe away the journey. When I came out P was mumbling about the strength of the hotel's wifi signal, he said it was crap. I said 'Oh for gods sake we're on holiday give it a break'. 

P sat there for a minute, thought about it, then got up and retrieved his small otk cane from our suitcase, put me across his lap, pulled my shorts down and spanked me. Good job it was midday and guests were either at the beach or the pool so no-one to hear my pleas or the splat of the cane across my bare bottom. He didn't spank me too hard, I think it was to draw a line under the 'technology tantrums' as I'd called them at some point. He told me maybe I was right and he'd grab a shower too and then we'd go and take a look around town...and he wouldn't use the phone to find his way. I said if that was the case, 'Why the fuck have you just spanked me?'

He laughed and said it was for being critical of him. And then added because he liked spanking me. I felt a little tingle aside from the one in my bottom.   

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Popping in

Weather glorious, lovely places and food wonderful.

Haven't done as much reading as I normally do on holiday as this one has been more active but I have started two b0oks.

I was given a gift of Know You by Jay Peaches. 

Cassie's Road Trip by PK Corey.

Enjoying both immensely.

Hope you're not missing me too much:) 

Have a fun weekend.

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

Friends and Holidays

I had the most amazing day yesterday meeting up with Jan, Ami, Ella, DelFonte and Rosie. Shame it wasn't a longer meet as time just flew by. They're all terrific ladies. Smart, intelligent, caring, funny, really very very nice and just so lovely.

Thank you ladies for such a wonderful and special day and for the gifts.

So today - depending on what time you're reading this post....

I could be up in the air on a Ryanair flight 

maybe having a little outdoor fun

or cooling down with a dip in the pool

See you when I get back.

Ronnie
xx

Let me know if pictures are yours.

Short Break

Just wanted to let you know I wont be around blogland for a couple of weeks. No problem just that I am out today until late evening. Tomorrow I am going to London to meet five bloggers for the first time and then early Wednesday we are off on holiday.

I have scheduled posts so keeping fingers crossed they work.

See you when I get back. Hope you wont miss me too much:)

Have a good week

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

Remember Me?

Hello. Feels like I've been away for ages. Did you miss me?  Had a lovely break, weather and food wonderful.

We actually came back Thursday but went away Friday for the weekend. 

Thanks for all your comments while I was away. I'll Catch up with you soon.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xxm

Off to warmer climes

I finally nagged persuaded P that he needed some sun so depending on what time you read this post I'll be up in the air or...

maybe taking a walk on the beach with P

...or better still - getting tanned.

Have scheduled posts. Wont be reading or replying to comments until I return but I'll try to share a few holiday snaps if I can get a connection. 

See you when I get back. Behave while I'm away.

Love,

Ronnie
xx

Games Room Spanking

I got spanked the other day, not an engineered-by-Ronnie spanking, a good old fashioned hard spanking with me on the defensive, not in horny spank mode but in guilt mode. I had lied to P, it was only what I'd call a 'white lie' but a lie nevertheless. It was to get my own way, I got found out, I got embarrassed, I apologised, I reasoned it out, all to no avail so I got spanked and I didn't want to be. The ideal situation, eh, and one which many of us fantasise about but when it happens there's no sexy side really because of all the other emotions which override it.

 We're in the process of booking a holiday, I should say I'm in the process as I do all the groundwork, anyway we're looking for a nice villa for a week. I found a few possibles, one of them has a games room with a half size snooker table, darts and an old pinball contraption, P said he liked it. We're probably going to have guests for a couple of days and he said it would be nice to have that facility. I didn't like it too much the more I thought about it, it's a nice place but one thing it has a shared pool with 3 other villas and the other it only has one ensuite, but mostly I didn't like the games room, I mean holidays in the sun don't go with playing snooker and darts, not in my opinion. So, when I gave P a rundown of availability and prices, I said the games room villa was no longer available.

 It was a porky. He had a link to it from an email I'd sent him a couple of days earlier, I don't think he even knew where the link went but clicked it anyway and found September dates showing vacant. He asked me how come, I thought about making up a story but then thought another lie would get me in deeper, so I just admitted it.

 He listened to what I'd got to say, then told me off and said if I had strong feelings I should articulate them and win my point that way not by lying. I felt bad. Then he told me to come over to him, he was sitting on the sofa, I knew what he was going to do and I knew I deserved it. He made me take my jeans down, I know it's serious when he does that rather than make a ritual of doing it himself, it was all rather objective and unglamorous. Then he told me to pull my pants down, which I didn't want to do, but I did it. Then he just told me to get across his lap and when I hesitated he assisted me quite roughly. Then he spanked my bottom hard, with his hands, for about 5 minutes solid, alternating hands presumably when one started to sting too much, I thought they must sting because my backside certainly was, more than I could ever remember from a hand spanking, and can't see how his hands could not have felt the same so he must have known he was hurting me. Anyway after he'd done it he just shoved me off his lap and told me not to do that again or I wouldn't sit down for a week. I was on the edge of tears and just whimpered I was sorry.

 Later in the day we made up, the usual formula, I felt uneasy but wanting to be close, wanting to touch, wanting to talk. I didn't mention the incident, we did discuss the villas again though and this time I included the games room one. He said no, forget that one, some of the others looked a lot nicer. Men! So had I got my way? I suppose so but it had cost me a sore bottom to get it.

Have a good week.

 Ronnie

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Prepared

I mentioned to you, some time before our holiday, the discussion we'd had about carrying implements. In the end P made the choices, kept it down to a sensible number and popped them in the hold baggage right at the last minute so that I wouldn't see what he'd brought.

He revealed them by placing them on the edge of the pool before breakfast so that I'd see them when I joined him to eat.

I didn't know exactly why he made the choices he did so I asked him. He said he'd taken into account size (getting them into the bag), weight (Ryanair's un-generous limit), efficiency (speed and effect vs effort) and noise (not my squealing, the noise of applying). I more or less believed him too, the thin green plant cane is a favourite of his since he first used one in Ireland a couple of years ago, the rose paddle is a favourite of mine, the short cane is efficient and the strap is extremely stingy. The green cane snapped towards the end of the week, the other three performed well and the recipient of all of them did her best to provide just the right blend of provocative cheek, attitude and licentious enticement to have them all given a good workout.

I will recount at least one of my encounters soon.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Viva Espana

Depending on what time you read this post -  I'll be.....

.....either in the air on a packed Ryanair flight on my way to Spain.

Or taking a walk on the beach with P.

Maybe having a swim.

And tomorrow, Tuesday - getting my birthday spanks. 

Hopefully an outdoor one.

Wont have time to reply to your comments before we leave so I thank you now and will reply when I get back. Have scheduled posts and I'll try to share a few holiday snaps if I can get a connection.

Have a good week.

Hasta luego.

Ronnie
xx

Pictures one and two from around the web (I added to first pic, can you guess which one?) Forth picture from Season and Michael.

Cabin Luggage

P asked me if I knew the overall sizes and weights for Ryanair cabin luggage, he'd read somewhere that they'd changed. I said I didn't think they had but I checked anyway, then I had a ghastly thought and said "P, why are you asking me about cabin allowances, you know we need hold space, we tried to get a week's gear into cabin space once before and ended up buying more stuff at our destination than ever, way more that the paltry saving involved." He said he knew that, he was just trying to work out what implements we'd be able to take, for instance he didn't think the a cane would fit even diagonally.

"Why are you even thinking of carrying stuff like that in your hand luggage?" I asked.

"Not mine, yours," he said.

"No way, not a chance, I always get searched," I said, 

"the hold bag will accommodate anything you can think of just fine."

"Ah but if luggage goes astray, which does happen, it's always the hold luggage, not the stuff you carry on board obviously, and I wouldn't want to lose any," he said.

I told him I was sure he's find something over there if necessary, he always has previously and anyway his hand is always a reliable and effective fall back. He didn't seem convinced and later when I was in the spare bedroom I noticed our large travel bags which we keep on top of a wardrobe had been displaced, presumably P had been measuring up.

I'll let you know what P decides to take in the end.

Ronnie
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Flip Flop Spanked

And it hurt, and it was my own fault because I persuaded him to have them. Corrupted him to have them actually, that was his choice of words in the car as we drove home from town.

You see my husband is not highly fashion conscious, certainly not when it comes to himself anyway, so he balks at paying what he always calls over the odds for nice stuff. Now we're going away somewhere warm next month and his beach flip flops from the last several years are looking a bit ragged to say the least.

so I convinced him, against his better judgement, that he should upgrade to a new pair especially now with the summer (what summer?) sales on. I persuaded him to try on a nice leather pair, told him they looked great, pointed out they were on the sale shelf blah blah blah, and even said I'd pay for them (because honestly his old ones are an embarrassment. (A little likes these. They were broken but P glued them) which I did without telling him the price.

Later in the car I did tell him the price and what a good deal it was and he momentarily lost concentration and nearly knocked someone of a cycle he was so outraged, he said he normally pays about a fiver for them in beach side shops and even that's too much. So we exchanged a few words, he said we'd been ripped off which was ridiculous I'd known exactly what I was doing, and when we got home he said he'd try them on properly which he did. He found faults which he hadn't realised in the shop - they were leather so he wouldn't be able to splash through the surf, the heels were uncomfortable, they would fade in the sun, he did go on.

Eventually I told him he should just shut up and accept them and be glad someone cares how he looks, I said I was throwing his old ones out with the rubbish. He thought about it, didn't say anything, went upstairs, I heard him bumping about, then a few minutes later he was back in the lounge wearing his old flip flops.

"See my old ones are fine, perfect for my needs," he said.

"They need to go in the bin, P," said moi,"really they do, they're disgraceful, you'll have to have your own beach space if you insist on wearing them."

"Well they're not going in the bin, but those poncy leather ones are going back to the store."

I told him I wouldn't take them back, he'd change his mind and see sense. Unfortunately I think he saw red instead of sense; he picked up one of the new flip flops, pulled me off my seat and over to the dining table where he told me to take my jeans down and bend across it for him to spank me. I said no way, it wasn't fair it was getting out of proportion, so he put his flip flop on the table and took my jeans down for me, then after bending me easily across the table and securing me there with his left hand he spanked me for several minutes, pausing only to yank my knickers down towards the end, with the damned flip flop and it hurt as much as a paddle hurts.

I struggled as I always do when it's unfair, I may have called him some names too, he said I did and he said I was lucky he hadn't gone and fetched the cane to me.

I immediately apologised for calling him anything even if I couldn't remember what it was I'd called him. He seemed satisfied, threw the 'implement' on the floor and re stated his earlier instruction that they were to go back to store and this time I didn't argue. Then he went and made two cups of tea and said he was going to watch some a wildlife documentary on TV and I could join him if I wanted.

I did join him but not until I'd made a show of packing tissue round the flip flops and putting them back in their box as a clear sign of obedience (I did remove them later for this photo shot.)

So guys, any of you in the UK who have the good taste to buy a pair of leather flip flops from Jones in the coming weeks be aware that they have a powerful dual use (I should say girls be aware too!) and someone, size ten, is likely to be buying a pair which has my DNA all over the right sole.

Ronnie

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

We're Back

We're back.

And had a spankingly wonderful holiday.

Yes I'll let you know how it went when I get chance to write. You'll have to bear with me, have a family do the weekend, work to catch up with and of course blogs to read :)

Enjoy your weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Hasta Luego

So were off to hotter climes later today. I wont be around for a week or so, wont be able to comment but I will try and post from my trusty nokia if connections are OK.

Nearly finished packing, have my swimsuit which P doesn't know about so I'll surprise him by wearing it to the beach one day, I've got my bikini too in case he doesn't like the all-in-one but it's my holiday too and I have to feel comfortable.

P's not a pool man he loves to swim in the sea, far too far out for my linking, and we both love to walk on the beach.

No it's not me and P in the picture, I showed it to P and he laughed out loud and said I must shoot him or have him committed if he ever dresses like that.

He didn't say anything about the women so I asked him. 'Oh no problem there, nothing that a good spanking wouldn't sort out at least.

Don't think I'll have time to reply to your comments before we leave so I thank you now and reply when I get back.

Hasta Luego.

Ronnie

xx

Pack those Toys when Travelling

I love my husband's sense of humour most of the time but not when he tells me to choose my own weapon.

I showed P a post "Pack those toys when travelling" which was featured a couple of weeks ago on Chross's 'Spanking of the Week', 'Toys always welcome' and he thanked me for drawing to his attention to the fact that he still had to decide what to take along on our forthcoming holiday.

'Oh I could almost pack for you,' I said. And it's true, I know his preferences well enough, shorts t-shirts and sandals, just one of each if he had his way.

'I don't mean clothing,' he said, 'I mean something to keep you in line with while we're away.' I just ha-ha'd and nothing more was said until the weekend.

On Sunday our son was out and as it happened our neighbours were away. P asked me if I could spare a couple of minutes in the garden and led the way down to the shed where we keep the mower, garden tools and stuff. Leaning in the corner was a pile of garden canes of various lengths, thicknesses and colours, the green type as well as the traditional pale bamboo type. He told me he wanted me to help him decide which to take away with us, he might need to cut one down he said, or he might need to smooth any rough edges, he's very thoughtful like that.

I pointed to a short, light, green cane and said I thought it looked adequate. 'Let's see,' said my husband and he drew me to his workbench and bent me over it. I objected that I hadn't done anything and we'd be seen, that we'd be heard, none of it made any difference. Then I said I only had my thin shorts on, which was true they are old and thin and a bit too short and I only wear them when our son's not around but P thought they were excellent as they exposed the lower part of my cheeks as I bent over.

So he flicked the little green cane down across my bum and I jumped and told him it was perfect. He put his hand on my back and told me we hadn't finished yet, he had to be sure he got the right balance so down I went again. He tried five more canes on my posterior, he was only flicking from the wrist and at about the same force with each, so that he could compare, but they still had me oohing and ouching.

He kept three on the bench and put the other two back in the corner. Oh god, I thought, now he's going to want to narrow it down with some more practising but he didn't.

'That's it, we'll take those three,' he said, 'the little green one is perfect for otk, the medium bamboo for regular keeping in check and the longer bamboo (which he reckoned will just about fit diagonally into the case) for if I have too punish you.'

Christ, P, we're going on holiday you won't need to punish me, I thought, I mean it would show what with swimsuits and shorts in daily wear. Anyway I didn't argue because he'll probably change his mind, but I did ask him why we couldn't take a paddle or a nice riding crop or something different.

'Because,' said my husband, 'a cane is quieter and although baggage has hardly any chance of being inspected on the outward trip, it does have a chance of being inspected on the return leg and I don't think we'd want to be standing there in front of some snotty little customs official.'

Fair point, I thought. 'But what about the canes, they'll still be seen,' I said.

'No they won't, because we'll just leave them in the villa, perhaps the next occupants will find a use for them.'

It made me feel funny to think of someone else being caned with the same implements.

Ronnie

xx