A Smile

How are you? Well I hope. 

We went away for a couple of days and had a lovely Jubilee weekend.  Busy with Grandchildren this week.

"No need to be shy Sir, tell me what level of punishment your wife needs and I'll be pleased to help you choose appropriately.....and then I'll instruct Miss Smith to try them on for you and you may spank her.....to get a feel for them". 

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Knickers

Over the weekend I had a message from an old employee about a pub we once owned (which he worked at and we still keep in touch). that it was being sold and it bought back memories of some of incidents we had. Here's one and yes it happened. Some of my older readers may remember it.

Years ago we owned a busy pub/restaurant/nightclub on a main road with villages close by, a large town a few miles away. We had an excellent young commis chef who wanted to go abroad for 6 months so we advertised for a new one, good initial response but only 2 actually came to interview, probably the wages which were and are still low in that profession, even though we provided food and lodging. P and the chef made their choice, wrong one in my opinion, bit of a loner, and we started him on a month trial, he was about 19 years old and moved into the staff quarters, were our head chef and assistant manager were also living.

Everything was kind of OK with the lad, our head chef said he was a bit slow and had to tell him things 2-3 times but it did finally click and hey he was young and still training so we said bear with him to see if he picks up.

Around the end of his 3rd week, summer just starting, nice warm days, when one afternoon I was walking back from taking our German Shepherd out for her afternoon run when I thought I saw our young chef in the back yard which we used for barbecues sometimes I put washing out there, the live-in staff used it too but always asked first. I thought no more about it. I took my washing in and put it in a pile ready for ironing. I was missing a couple of pairs of knickers when I got round to ironing and went back into the yard to see if I'd dropped them but they weren't there, so I must have made a mistake.

The incident was forgotten until few days later when the boy was on his 2 days leave and had travelled back home, our cleaners, who gave the staff quarters a spruce up once a week, went into his room to hoover as it was unlocked. Our dog was following them round in and out the rooms and when she came back to me in the restaurant, which was closed, she had a pile of girl's knickers in her jaws. I took them off her, a pair of mine was amongst them, but there were half a dozen foreign pairs too all covered in dog slobber.

Now we had no live-in girl staff so either the chef or assistant was having a good time and keeping trophies (mine excepted) or there was something odd going on. I went upstairs, the cleaners had finished, our dog nosed her way into the commis chef's room and made straight for his wardrobe, stood there tail wagging. I wasn't going to open the door so I called P, told him what had happened, he opened the door no hesitation and a pile of knickers fell out onto the floor, the dog grabbing another mouthful. I found my second missing pair too. So our young chef apparently had a knicker fetish, he must have been taking them from clothes lines because they weren't new and there was no way he'd collected trophies, he didn't even have a girlfriend at all.

So how to sort that one out? These days with HR written warnings etc it would have been a nightmare, but P just took him aside when he returned after his break, sat him down and asked him how come he'd got his wife's knickers in his wardrobe, together with about three dozen other assorted pairs. The boy just broke down, cried, admitted he'd been taking them from the washing lines in the village. God if ever the locals had found out they'd have killed him. P told him he'd have to leave, either that or he'd involve the police. The boy's parents came up on the night to speak with P and argue on behalf of their son, saying it was just a prank and everyone needed a break but P wouldn't consider it. I remember it actually getting quite heated and the boy's dad was up off his seat gesticulating and mouthing loudly, apparently they were unable to believe their son was a bit weird, P said well let's go and call him in then, right now, and hear what he's got to say directly about it but the parents didn't want to do that.

Eventually they left and took their son with them. Next day his elder brother was sent to fetch his belongings from his room, minus the knickers of course. We tied all the knickers into a black plastic bin liner and threw them into the bulk waste bin, I let my own two pairs go with them, didn't fancy wearing them after that.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Knickers

I really could do with some new ones. 

 

I've never gone so long without buying any. Yes I know I can order online but I hate having to return things and especially at the moment. I like to see, touch and feel before I buy.

What about you, do you prefer to buy your knickers in store or do you order them online?

Stay home, stay safe and have a good week.

Ronnie
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M&S got me spanked

Yes I know my headers are appallingly tenuous sometimes and grammatically impossible but just bear with me. You see the truth is that a pair of knickers which I bought from MandS got me spanked, or so my husband told me, but that would be too much of a mouthful, hence my version. And anyway it's the story that counts.

It was last Sunday morning after I'd showered, I was standing in my underwear in the bedroom plucking my eyebrows in the wardrobe mirror, leaning forward as you do to get close to the mirror. My husband came into the bedroom to get a sweater, he was going down to the newsagents, he walked past me then stopped and looked back, I could see him in the mirror, he was looking at my backside. He turned again to pick up his sweater then tossed it on the bed and came back over to me standing right next to me and a bit behind. He spoke to my reflection in the mirror while his hand cupped the cheeks of my bum alternately, he said he was going to spank me. My reflection told him he couldn't because I was doing things but he said they could be done later.

He then pulled me across to the bed, bent me over his lap in that slightly lopsided way it always happens when seated on the bed edge, upper body mostly on the bed, backside where it should be and legs trailing with toes touching the floor. He started spanking me really quite hard, well it always feels harder soon after showering, and I was squealing and wriggling. "Keep your backside still, woman!" said P as he tightened his left arm around my waist, "or I'll take your knickers down!" That came as a kind of afterthought and he didn't do it, worse luck, he just kept spanking until he'd had his fun, I suppose no more than two or three minutes but his hand is strong and it hurt and it all happened so quick I didn't even get into sexy spanking mode. He let me up and I was relieved, a bit affronted by his sudden pouncing on me and bemused.

"Why did I get spanked?" I asked as I turned my back to the mirror and turned my head over my shoulder to look at my bum which was red all round the lace of my knickers, the tops of my thighs had caught it too.

"Because of the knickers," was his reply, "they're silky and shiny and sexy looking and I like that little peep hole at the back." That apparently was good enough reason to spank the arse off a girl. Then he gave me a peck on the cheek, which I know was flushed red (my face cheek) because I'd caught sight of it in the mirror, grabbed his sweater and was away leaving me to get on with my womanly things. Now by that time I had started getting horny, I wished he'd come back and spank me some more in fact, I even thought about calling after him that he was a bastard or something to provoke him. But I didn't.

Instead I checked my bum again in the mirror, pulled my knickers down to see the whole job, which was very impressive, then got on with things. His words about the knickers being shiny sexy etc stayed in my mind and when I went downstairs I checked the MandS website to see if I could find them online. I did and they were on a three-for-two offer and had different colours so I ordered two more pairs and a pair of another style, I hoped he was telling the truth that they'd triggered a spanking, I would find out but I'd be ready for it next time:)

Have a fun weekend

Ronnie

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Spanking Favourites

Very nice choices.

This is one of Erica's favourites. I can see why. 
Hadn't seen it before.

From Jan, English Rose. I'd forgotten this one and it is amongst my favourites.

Two from Meredith. Can't decide which I like best. 

Can you choose?

Two from Ami

I think Ami's right. This one is sexy and he looks so protective of her. 

I love the look on her face.

Primrose from Finland also has this as one of her favourite.

You have seen this one before but a very special one for me. 

From our Minelle.

Thanks to Jan, Erica, Meredith, Minelle, Ami and Primrose for sharing with us.

Ronnie

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No Knickers

I found this article in the Times on Monday; the journo, Hannah Betts, makes a case for abandoning knickers and going commando, she even names Hollywood celebs who've already made the decision. I asked my husband about it, he said no way unless you're doing it as a one-off for a joke or a dare, or just to get your backside warmed. I asked him why. He said simple, because I like taking them down, end of.

The article's below

Why going without knickers is no big deal.

Is it wise to confess that I too go commando? Not, with any luck, as ostentatiously as Thor actress Jaimie Alexander, but possibly more concertedly.

The elegant Livia Firth has also dallied with pantlessness, Nigella Lawson has more than once opined on her loathing of knicker constriction. While Hollywood “freebuffers” include Gwyneth Paltrow and Heidi Klum (who took a rather revealing topple while indulging back in the spring). One might argue that the evening dress sorority falls into two camps: Spanx wearers and the knickerless, and I know which I’d rather be in.

Like the Domestic Goddess, I detest knickers, always have done, always will. Drawers are the original pain in the backside: too big, too small, too prominent either way. Women of my generation live in fear of the dread VPL (visible panty line) ruining the effect of a frock. While thongs are obviously an utterly revolting concept, rightly eschewed by all but the most craven and attention-seeking N-listers.

What’s a girl to do? Why, accept that knickers are a recent and tyrannical invention that can easily be dispensed with, that’s what. To be sure, one has to take care to avoid the odd Basic Instinct moment, but deport oneself in a decorous fashion and that’s easily done, not least in an evening gown, trews or fitted skirt.

The consequences of this situation mean a drawer full of pristine, unworn Agent Provocateur smalls; a situation that could be resolved were I to take up with a pert-bottomed transvestite (there is still time). And I was mortified back in the summer when my first — and last — case of VPL led to an observer regaling one and all with the exclamation: “Good God, Betts is wearing pants!”

Still, the upsides outweigh the down. One glamourpuss of my acquaintance deploys strategic pantlessness as a means of adding to her not inconsiderable allure, telling me that those around her can “subconsciously pick up on — how shall we put it? — the siren call of my joie de vivre”.

And there is a certain minxish bravura that comes with dropping one’s drawers. When Livia Firth dispensed with them for the premiere of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, her mother phoned and warned: “There is a certain look in the eye of a woman who wears no knickers.” It is pants rather than pantlessness that will be going away.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Spanking Knickers

Display your bottom in all of its glory with Coco de Mer's deliciously naughty silk Spanking Knickers. 

In a bloomer-short-style with a keyhole cut beneath a flap of fabric that can be unfastened to reveal your bare cheeks for a Valentine spanking.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Victoria's Secret coming to UK

My husband told me, I didn't know it myself, he sent me a link to an article and told me great, more choice for you, competition should keep prices down. Apparently they're starting off with as store in Bond Street then adding one a few days later in a London shopping centre then see how it goes.

"Thanks, P," I said, "but how did you come by this knowledge of women's lingerie stores?"

"Ah, that would be telling, I like to keep track of things not just boring stuff," he said, obviously pleased with himself for spotting something which might interest me.

"No really, did you just happen to see the article?"

"To be honest, in the same article there's a piece about Agent Provocateur and google pinged me because of that, I've got some shares in the owning company, 3i, you see. They make some nice marketing videos." He's right there, Agent Provocateur do some lovely classy videos often with a S&M undercurrent.

"Oh, boring boring, and I though maybe you'd been searching for a little present for me or something." My husband smiled.

Ah well, a girl can hope.

So ladies, please tell me what do you think of Victoria's knickers, are they of good quality, sexy, not too thick, provocative perhaps, which will aid and abet me in enticing my lord and master to deal with me?

Ronnie

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A question for Tops or Bottoms

I was talking with Bogey over at OBB about knickers.

He'd posted about white knickers and I said his post had reminded me I needed some new ones as P sometimes likes me to wear plain white knickers when he spanks me.

Picture from Red Charles

Bogey thought most tops would like to go and choose knickers with their partners. Now it's true that P sometimes likes to go with me to choose knickers for spanking but I don't think he'd be comfortable going on his own even though he has bought me glamorous knickers in the past. It seems ladies sexy knickers are OK to buy, a nod and a wink from the girl at the checkout, imagined or otherwise, would be fine but un sexy ladies knickers......well why would he be buying them? What would the checkout girl make of it? I mean I've never actually asked P about this but it's how it seems to me.

So the the question-

I wonder how many tops actually do go shopping with their partners to choose their knickers/panties/boxers for spanking.

Do you go and choose them together?

Maybe he/she goes alone and chooses them for you?

Or she/he leaves it entirely up to you to buy whatever sort you want?

Or maybe none of the above as you never wear them for spanking?

I'd be interested to hear if you'd care to comment please.

Ronnie

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Knickers

I've often thought about buying a pair of knickers with "Spank Me" written on them so when I spotted these on eBay at a very good price I thought why not.

I don't know when I'll wear them but when I do, I know P will do just as it says.

Ronnie

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Knicker Fetish

I was reading our local freebie paper on Friday evening, it's mostly advertising but they carry a few articles of local interest and one thing in particular caught my eye, a small headline about theft from washing lines. So what, I hear you say, but it brought a smile to my face and vivid memories of an incident which happened ages ago and very close to home. Before I drafted it I asked P to read it and if there was anything I'd missed out, P said there was one point where he'd thought punches might get thrown but it didn't happen.

Anyway, years ago we owned a busy pub/restaurant/nightclub on a main road with villages close by, a large town a few miles away. We had an excellent young commis chef who wanted to go abroad for 6 months so we advertised for a new one, good initial response but only 2 actually came to interview, probably the wages which were and are still low in that profession, even though we provided food and lodging. P and the chef made their choice, wrong one in my opinion, bit of a loner, and we started him on a month trial, he was about 19 years old and moved into the staff quarters, were our head chef and assistant manager were also living.

Everything was kind of OK with the lad, our head chef said he was a bit slow and had to tell him things 2-3 times but it did finally click and hey he was young and still training so we said bear with him to see if he picks up.

Around the end of his 3rd week, summer just starting, nice warm days, when one afternoon I was walking back from taking our German Shepherd out for her afternoon run when I thought I saw our young chef in the back yard which we used for barbecues sometimes I put washing out there, the live-in staff used it too but always asked first. I thought no more about it. I took my washing in and put it in a pile ready for ironing. I was missing a couple of pairs of knickers when I got round to ironing and went back into the yard to see if I'd dropped them but they weren't there, so I must have made a mistake.

The incident was forgotten until few days later when the boy was on his 2 days leave and had travelled back home, our cleaners, who gave the staff quarters a spruce up once a week, went into his room to hoover as it was unlocked. Our dog was following them round in and out the rooms and when she came back to me in the restaurant, which was closed, she had a pile of girl's knickers in her jaws. I took them off her, a pair of mine was amongst them, but there were half a dozen foreign pairs too all covered in dog slobber.

Now we had no live-in girl staff so either the chef or assistant was having a good time and keeping trophies (mine excepted) or there was something odd going on. I went upstairs, the cleaners had finished, our dog nosed her way into the commis chef's room and made straight for his wardrobe, stood there tail wagging. I wasn't going to open the door so I called P, told him what had happened, he opened the door no hesitation and a pile of knickers fell out onto the floor, the dog grabbing another mouthful. I found my second missing pair too. So our young chef apparently had a knicker fetish, he must have been taking them from clothes lines because they weren't new and there was no way he'd collected trophies, he didn't even have a girlfriend at all.

So how to sort that one out? These days with HR written warnings etc it would have been a nightmare, but P just took him aside when he returned after his break, sat him down and asked him how come he'd got his wife's knickers in his wardrobe, together with about three dozen other assorted pairs. The boy just broke down, cried, admitted he'd been taking them from the washing lines in the village. God if ever the locals had found out they'd have killed him. P told him he'd have to leave, either that or he'd involve the police. The boy's parents came up on the night to speak with P and argue on behalf of their son, saying it was just a prank and everyone needed a break but P wouldn't consider it. I remember it actually getting quite heated and the boy's dad was up off his seat gesticulating and mouthing loudly, apparently they were unable to believe their son was a bit weird, P said well let's go and call him in then, right now, and hear what he's got to say directly about it but the parents didn't want to do that.

Eventually they left and took their son with them. Next day his elder brother was sent to fetch his belongings from his room, minus the knickers of course. We tied all the knickers into a black plastic bin liner and threw them into the bulk waste bin, I let my own two pairs go with them, didn't fancy wearing them after that.

We laugh about it now but it wasn't funny at the time.

Ronnie

xx