Birthday Weekend.

I was going to post this on Friday but on hearing the news about our beloved Queen I postponed it.  It's been a sad weekend. 

Thank you to everyone who sent birthday wishes. I had a lovely birthday last weekend. Far too much to eat that I was on a diet all last week.

Happy to report I did get my birthday spanking and no, I'm not telling you how many spanks I got.

A lovely reader sent me this picture.  Found at Chicago Spanking Reviews. Made me smile.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Birthday Spanking

A reader sent me this picture by Dave Wolfe (don't you love Wolfe's art) I hope to be in this position later getting my birthday spanking.

 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Dragons really do breathe fire

Hope you are well. Sorry haven't been around. We were away and I've been looking after newest grandchild.

This happened a few weekends ago.

I know because I felt it on the weekend and it wasn't even an angry dragon, it was a 'friendly' one.

Don't worry I'm not going mad or hallucinating or having terrible dreams, just getting my bottom caned (a kink which has caused me considerable pain but considerable joy over more than a couple of decades, for those who don't know me) by my husband who was thoughtfully trying to give me some business ideas or so he said.

You see there is a type of cane known as dragon cane, which I've often seen advertised and usually at very high prices, which is apparently sought after by those in the know or/and with deep pockets. It hurts more than normal canes not by being longer or thicker but by being denser yet keeping all the qualities that make canes yummy (for me anyway), the swish flex and sting factors.

So P announced on Saturday that he'd got a surprise for me but he wouldn't give it me until Sunday when we had a bit more time. He wouldn't tell me what it was either. Then come Sunday morning he told me that he'd been listening to my pleas, some overt others less so, for a long time about getting more spankings and he'd decided to give me a very special spanking and possibly a business idea too. He told me this earlyish in the day to give me time to absorb what was going to happen and adjust my corrupt mind appropriately to cope with it and even look forward to it. He told me he'd acquired a dragon cane and would look forward to putting it through its paces in the afternoon if I was up for it. I was, fool that I am.

I don't know quite what possessed him to do it. I did remember a note about a package being 'undeliverable' to our house about a week ago and P saying he'd go and collect it from the sorting office not wanting me to go with him, which struck me as unusual because he hates queues and normally delegates queuing to me. He wouldn't be drawn on why he was doing it he just said it was for my good and asked me if he'd mis-heard or read what I'd been saying for ages about needing more spankings, was it true or not? My bottom actually tingled and I had to move in my seat as I said the words, 'Yes P it was true'.

So around 3 o'clock he told me to go upstairs, put on the thinnest leggings I'd got and go to the office, he'd join me there. He patted my bottom as I squeezed past him and I felt a hot flush as his eyes followed my bum up the stairs. I heard the garage door close as I was changing so guessed he'd kept his new toy in there. He was already in the office when I entered, cane in hand. I blushed as he offered it to me to feel, pointing out the sheen on the husk and lack of nodes or bends, he said he'd practised with it in the garage (Ha! He who'd given so many canings!) and judged it to be of excellent quality. He held out his hand for me to return it and told me to bend over the desk which he'd completely cleared save for a handy pack of tissues in the far corner which he's never done before and made me a bit nervous.

Long story short, he caned me, six strokes evenly spaced across the plumpest ten to fifteen centimetres of my bottom which responded at first saucily by pushing upwards but then squirming and hugging into the desk edge accompanied by outraged vocals from its owner. P stopped at six and told to keep my bottom up away from the desk for my next six which would be harder, and not to wiggle because it affected his aim. I protested and made to push up but he coaxed me back and soothed my shoulders before gently but firmly moulding my lower back to how he wanted it.

"It would be a shame to stop now we've got this far, don't you think?" He asked. I uttered something between a squeal and a sob but arched my back as his hand released; I knew the effect it had on my bottom and I knew the effect it would have on my husband. I sensed him reposition himself and then felt the first of the second salvo of strikes and it made me scream. Shush shush, I heard him say just before the next stroke landed right across my sit-spots and made me grip the desk edge with white knuckles as I uuurrrrrghhhh'd my horror. The third stroke landed somewhere I can't say exactly where because my whole backside felt like it was on fire and more pain kept coming in waves and made me stomp my feet which didn't make it go away at all but the loud and urgent drumming got P's attention. I felt his hand across my waist and he warned me, "No more of this nonsense, you're doing very well but you've got another three to go so stop this or I'll add another six." Then he stood back and gave me the last three in quick succession, faster than I could catch my breath and god knows what I was blubbering or what my poor bottom cheeks must have looked like wobbling frantically as the cane did its work and my feet continued to stomp from side to side.

Then it stopped and there was silence except for P's breathing and my, what I realised was, sobs, as extra waves of pain continued to taunt my bottom and I was scared to move in case they got worse. P loosened my finger grips on the desk and raised me up gently.

"That's it, good girl, you've had a good caning and been very brave," he said as he turned me round and nuzzled me into his shoulder. He started talking with me calmly, telling me how well the cane had behaved and how accurate it was and how with the same force he would normally apply to a caning it delivered far better results. Better, I thought! That depends which side of the cane you're on!

After ten minutes we went downstairs, I didn't feel horny, my bottom was still on fire, P said he'd look at it later. I sat cautiously on the sofa and P made us tea, when he came back he told me he thought I should consider selling the 'dragons' he thought there was a market for them. I asked him what he was going to do with the one he'd just used.

"Keep it of course," he said, "for next time, when you've been a genuinely naughty girl or when you've had that 'need to be spanked' feeling building up again and need me to help."

Hmm. I thought immediately I might not be getting that feeling so often but, by the evening, with the pain just twinges when I moved and the background more of a dull glow, I was already replaying the experience and getting little twinges of a different kind:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Economies

We should be making some, really, I told my husband. It seems to dominate the media at the moment, in spite of all the other bad things that are going on, and it's probably one of the few areas we as individuals can take action. I'm talking the 'cost of living crisis', as it's being billed, which is creeping up on us all and no sign of a 'cure'.

Now I have to say P is not a panicker, he's been in business all his life and taken the downs with the ups and I've been through most of them with him. But the increasingly gloomy outlook for our UK economy (more so than many others) is getting through to me which is why I broached the subject. I knew he wouldn't like it and he didn't, he said it would pass and that it would probably even present opportunities. I knew what he meant by that, he was talking markets but I was talking practical everyday things we could do to reduce outgoings.

'Give me a list of all the areas you think we could cut down on and then we can sit and talk about them', he said. '....And don't forget to mention hair, manicures, pedicures, skin creams and such.'

I said I didn't want to make a list it seemed too clinical, I was thinking journeys, shopping changes, discretionary spending and those sort of things. He said maybe there were some areas we could cut but we'd probably have different ideas on what were essentials and what were not and it probably wouldn't get very far. We agreed to look for areas, as we go along, where we could make changes which would cut costs without cutting pleasure. Easier said than done but that's the plan and I feel better having at least aired the subject. We'll see how it goes.

Later the same day we were over at our son's discussing a family holiday abroad we're thinking of taking in October. Our son was sensibly querying costs and do we need this and that and whereas P's comments were more along the lines of 'it will be better with this' and 'bigger not smaller'. I think it will be hard work getting him into economy mode.

Maybe a few clashes along the way. I hope so:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx  

Spanked by the landing jetty

No the landing jetty didn't spank me, P did, but it was right by the landing jetty which was deserted or so we thought.

As ever on holiday, especially with family and where kids are around, spankings don't happen as easily as you might prefer. So it was for us that a little opportunity presented itself quite unexpectedly when me and my husband elected to take a short ferry ride along the River Dart back to town while the rest of the clan decided to walk it (they'd done the ferry thing before).

There were signs to the ferry (we're talking a small boat here) and I googled to check it was still operating. We had to walk down a pretty steep forest path to get to it and we couldn't see the landing area from the top but when we emerged from the trees at the bottom it was empty, no people there and no boat. P went to the end of the jetty and peered over then returned saying the water looked low and he couldn't see how even a small boat could land. He looked around, up through the trees and out across the river, shrugged his shoulders and said it was my fault for not googling properly and there was only one thing for it. I said 'Ok so we walk after all' and he said 'Well yes we do but first....' and he took my arm and guided me over to a small rustic wooden bench, maybe big enough for three or four people, and spanked me. Well it wasn't very hard and it didn't last long but it was enough to put a sting in my bottom and spring in my step as we walked back up the forest path.

Coming down in the opposite direction was an elderly gentleman, I blushed and hoped he hadn't seen or heard anything, P nodded to him and said he didn't think the boat was running if that was what he was hoping for. 'Oh no, I've got to take some measurements for a funeral party to offload a coffin next week,' he said. 'But it's low tide right now anyway so no ferry for about an hour and a half.' P thanked him and we carried on.

Out of earshot, P said it would have been nice if they'd stated times on the sign at the top of the hill it would have saved us the trouble. But I didn't mind at all, I'd got spanked and that was no trouble at all:)

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Back from our break

 Hello,  how are you?

We had a lovely time away with family.  Luckily the weather was kind to us so we were out everyday.  I even got a spanking which I'll tell you about another day.

One downer was P got his car damaged, quite badly, by some hit and run idiot while it was parked overnight. The offending vehicle must have hit P's with some force because it moved it about 50cm sideways and caused it to ram a metal post so damage to both sides. Well that's what insurance is for but P has a clean sheet no claims in over 30 years so he was pretty angry but handled it well and didn't let it ruin the break for anyone.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Tension and joy and laughter. And a spanking to boot.

So having gone through a slightly tense period (you can't help it) around the birth of our wonderful new grandson, now the joy of the realities of two little ones to cosset, the nappies and the crying and the no sleep parents and, of course, keeping our granddaughter not feeling left out by the arrival of a baby brother. Of course as grandparents there's only so much we can and should do even though the temptation is to 'over do'.

Anyway on the weekend the weather was beautiful and we called and said we'd come over and take our g/d out for a few hours, she's a human dynamo and it would give the guys a breather as they had a midwife visit due too. We took her to a local park which we hadn't even known existed but was really nice and not overcrowded. After testing all the playground equipment several times we decided to walk back across the fields. Our g/d doesn't get exhausted and within minutes had challenged P to a race through some trees but didn't get going because a lively German Shepherd puppy came bounding over and P, being protective, told our g/d to stand dead still next to him. He needn't have worried the dog was great but you can never be too careful, the owner hurried over too but she was clearly confident in her pet and said he just wants to play. She went to put his leash back on (in my opinion the dog shouldn't have been off its lead) but then g/by wanted to throw sticks for the dog. 

The owner moved on after a while and we resumed our journey. P and g/d raced again and guess who was winning, whether P was allowing it or not didn't matter, it was just pure pleasure to see them fooling around enjoying each other's company, I'm sure g/d thinks P is a playmate sometimes, I think it goes both ways. The playing stopped though when P fell over, I thought he'd done it on purpose and was laughing but he hadn't, he'd twisted his ankle and when he got up couldn't stand straight and we had a slow hobble the rest of the way back to the car.

On the drive home later in the day I told him he shouldn't try doing what kids or people half his age were doing, it didn't just affect him it could affect those with him. He acknowledged what I was saying but still said not to go on about it, he was ok nothing broken no-one hurt and anyway he'd enjoyed it. Well that wasn't the point and I told him so.

When we got home he was still limping a bit and I said maybe he should pop into the minor injury unit near us the same one I used when I hurt my foot a couple of months ago, they're friendly and efficient but he said no he knew his own body and anyway he had something to do. And I soon found out what.

He took me into the lounge and told me he was going to spank me. What? I hadn't done anything and what about his ankle. He said his ankle was fine as far as he was concerned and he didn't need it to give me a good spanking, his arms were functioning perfectly as I was about to find out. And I did, with my jeans pulled down to my ankles laying across my husband's knee on the sofa. He said it was for mithering and making a fuss about nothing on what had otherwise been a lovely spring day for us all to enjoy. Well from the power he was putting into the spanking I guessed he wasn't really as pissed off as he made out and it didn't last all that long either, just long enough to put a warm glow on my cheeks. When he'd done he let go my waist I moved and could feel his cock hard through his shorts. I apologised for nagging if that's what I'd been doing and he said it was alright I'd be making up for for it. I cheekily said, 'How, are you going to spank me again?'.

He didn't. He led me me upstairs and took me from behind and I squealed, bent over our bed with him saying, 'See, that ankle isn't impeding me in any adverse way at all is it?' I had to agree, it was the first time in quite a while I'd been fucked like that and I liked it but hadn't quite got up to speed when my husband exploded inside me. That usually triggers me but it didn't although I knew I was on the very edge. I disappointedly felt him slither out but he didn't move away and then he was on his knees his face between my punished cheeks licking me through his own spend until less than a minute later I screamed out an orgasm and nearly choked him:)

His ankle's fine. It was a lovely weekend.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx 

Should I stay or should I go?

No, it's not a question for you, it's for me.  You see I've been thinking of putting up a closed sign on my blog and taking a break as I/we have a few things we want to do this year travel (hopefully) will be one of them and an extra busy time as we are going to be grandparents again in a few weeks so will be helping out with the new baby our very lively 3 year old.

It will be 14 years this December since I started blogging and I've enjoyed every minute. That's down to you my lovely readers and the friends I've made so I know, if I totally stopped I would miss you and miss being part of this wonderful community, so I've come to what I think would work, I wont be posting three times a week like I do now (though I may on occasion slip),  I will post when I've spotted something I think would put a smile on your face, an article that could be interesting, re-posts, special dates like LOL (couldn't miss that one) and of course, If I get spanked, which I know I will, I'll share the spanking.

This way I'll still be engaging but without the timetable, so I guess it won't be a 'Closed' sign, more a 'Flexi Hours Worked Here' sign:)   I'll still read and comment when I can but wont be as often.

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Tenderest part

I hurt my foot about three weeks ago, haven't mentioned it but it has been a real 'pain', pun intended. P has been very good about it, ferrying me around, doing loads of jobs I usually do but can't because I'm supposed to keep weight off my foot which has a tiny fracture underneath and could take 6-8 weeks to mend. I've even got some crutches on loan from our friendly local A&E although I haven't used them much and in fact will take them back this week.

Where the arrow points is more or less where the pain is and as anyone who's ever had reflexology massage will know, it's sensitive.

Anyway to the point. It's starting to feel a bit better now and P has noticed me walking more fluently, and moaning less (his words, I don't think I've moaned much) and I happened to respond that I've been compensating for the foot by walking differently and that's caused pain elsewhere but even so I agreed the trend was upward. He said good and no need to thank him for all the help he'd given me, it was all part of the service. I thought 'hang on what's he on about, I don't think I have thanked him' so I actually said it out loud. He smiled and said, 'But you're going to'.

'Now that you're starting to feel less sorry for yourself I'm going to give you some extra pain to help take your mind off the little matter of your foot.'

I knew what he meant and my heart leapt for joy as he escorted (not frogmarched) me from the bedroom into our little office. He had me across his lap making sure my foot wasn't causing me any grief, then told me he knew exactly how to deal with ungrateful girls who don't show proper appreciation for the way they've been looked after. I felt like arguing my case but instead, realising he was fabricating a reason for spanking me, just agreed and told him it was inexcusable and such a girl should be dealt with firmly. I felt my knickers dampen as the words left my mouth and then the spanking started and it went on, by hand, for a good five minutes with him lying away about my ungratefulness as he continued roasting my backside. OMG that was so therapeutic and I was hot as hell by the time he finished.

'No rush', he said, 'take your time', as I eased myself up to sit next to him on the futon. I put my hand on his chest and murmured I was sorry for having been so thoughtless. Then I looked down at his crotch, he had shorts on and I could see there was a definite opportunity to be un-thoughtless and down I went. Oh it tasted good and from the roar he made as it filled my mouth I'd say I was forgiven. Then back to reality as I hobbled downstairs to make us both a cup of tea:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx 

Getting to the point

I failed on one out of ten of the reasons women make better entrepreneurs than men. Well according to my husband anyway, who made a few comments after I emailed him this little graphic I came across (the stated website doesn't seem to go anywhere by the way). 

Which one did I fail on?

I failed on No.4 direct communication. P said I don't communicate plainly enough and he wished I would. The only time I communicate very directly and to the point is when I'm really mad about something and then I tend to spoil it with expletives, according to him, and then usually get spanked for it. Hmm so what's he telling me there, that he wants to spank me more or that I should refine the way I say things and ditch the expletives. I hope the former:)

stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

I did it

A deal, that is, regarding the rattan shortage. I mentioned that I was hoping to hear back from a couple of people with possible supply links, well one of them came up trump's and we'll be getting some raw material next week.

It isn't coming off a boat, it's already here in the UK, stuff which was supplied surplus to needs of a hot air balloon basket maker and he was prepared to sell it on. I got a message at the end of last week that it was a definite so whoopee back in business! (not that I had run out completely but stock was depleting too fast for comfort).

If I continue selling at my current rate, which is nearly double this time last year, I should have enough till May so I can't rest on my laurels I still need normal supplies to resume, but for now I'm very grateful to the balloon basket guy.

And so should all those deserving bottom be:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

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
xx

My good deed went wrong

I was helping my husband prepare for some new carpet to be laid after the weekend (which has been done), he didn't ask for help, he rarely does as long as I supply him with mugs of tea at regular intervals. All it entailed was stripping out the old carpet and P wanted to re-lay a few floor boards whilst doing it, apparently the carpet fitters would have stripped and disposed of the old carpet but would have charged us for it so P said no need he'd do it himself, he does have a tendency to do that with varying levels of success.

Anyway long story short, I promoted myself from tea girl to helper and got stuck in pulling carpet off its grippers in the office. It was quite resistant in parts and I used a craft knife as a persuader but, at one point, I wrenched a stubborn strip really hard and fell backwards when it suddenly came away and I landed on the futon with a loud cry and a crack! P came in from one of the bedrooms at the double his face white, he must have thought he'd heard one hell of a bone crack. When he saw my face he knew I wasn't in agony at all just a bit shocked. The loud crack had been one of the laths which underpin the futon. P said he'd look at it later, as long as I was alright that was the main thing and he made me stand up and twist this way and that to prove it to his satisfaction. Then he said a mug of tea might be in order, I was good at that not so good at carpets, Cheeky bastard, I made it anyway.

A few hours later, job done and carpet neatly tied into manageable rolls for transporting to recycling, P took a look at the fractured futon while I loaded the car. He called me up to see what had happened, I said I didn't need to, I mean what do I want to know about how futons work, but he still showed me and there was a gap where he had taken out the broken part, he said he'd be able to fix it, I said, 'Oh that's a pity we could do with a new one'.

He didn't respond to that. Instead he took me into the bedroom, bent me over the bed and spanked me - with the lath - for being careless and putting myself at risk. It damned well hurt too, I don't think he knew how much until he heard my squeals and protests. It was over my jeans thank god or I would have screamed blue murder, especially as I'm sure he meant it as a light hearted reprimand. He stopped thankfully and I got up rubbing my backside in vigorously, frowning and pouting. I looked down at the lath it was about two inches wide and must have been nearly two feet long with a ragged end held in his hand. P actually apologised for using it untested, it was very springy and he hadn't realised it would hurt so much. Having said that he looked down thoughtfully at it and said it would probably cut down and make a nice paddle. I said, 'Don't you dare' but who knows.

So it was that with a well heated bottom that I made a couple of trips to recycling with my husband, he didn't really need me but I wanted to go with him to let him know I was ok about the spanking and still wanting to be helpful. He patted my backside a couple of times when we were loading the skips and I have to say I got that horny feeling starting as the paddle's work mellowed to a dull throb. That led to sex later so my good deed which went a bit wrong worked out nicely after all.

All's well that ends well:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Scrabble Spank

 

That's one of the words I got when we played scrabble over Christmas

I may have to try this and put a me on the other cheek, but I'm not sure I'd be able to keep the tiles on my bottom though - because I'd be laughing too much.

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

ristmas 

Oh that Cane!

I don't get very many canings these days, nowhere near as many as I used to, the natural acceptance of advancing years has mellowed both of us and the daily thrust of business, which used to help keep adrenalin levels and tensions high, is no longer an imperative. There are other stimulants of course but they're not as strong and even though I never stop wanting to get spanked, it's probably better to accept the watered down intensity and frequency with good grace.

That said, I got caned on New Year Eve daytime and it was a humdinger and probably deserved and the impression it made on my bottom lasted right through most of the evening and refreshed again next morning when I showered. Something I hadn't felt for a very long time and which made me smile warmly and want to shout out to my husband that his work was stinging me in the shower, which I didn't do of course but I did tell him later when we were cuddled together later  looking at some holiday photos.

Why did I get caned? Well it started off small, doesn't it always, with me whining about things we hadn't got done or arranged properly and could have done better, then bemoaning that we'd cancelled our plans for NYE nearly two weeks earlier based on media reports and government dithering over the direction of the Omicron virus and now we were going to our son's for an early evening finger buffet which wouldn't be late because P won't drink drive. Anyway the blame for everything was directed squarely (by me) at my husband even though I'd been party to all the decisions we'd made. And, as I'll admit does happen when things get a bit frayed, words escalated and I got madder while P got calmer which infuriates the hell out of me.

So that was the state of affairs. My husband said, 'Enough's enough, this stops here and now,' and frogmarched me upstairs, me still arguing and telling him to stop. He shuffled me into his office and shifted a new printer off his desk, which he hasn't bothered to connect so far, and it became clear to me that he intended to cane me. I told him he couldn't I wouldn't accept it and it would be an assault but he just said it would happen now or later and harder or tomorrow and harder still, and that we would not be going to our son's until I'd had my bottom well caned. Then he stood back, no more hand on arm physical strength stuff, just me breathing deeply and frantically trying to think of ways to de-escalate. I couldn't.

I'm sorry,' I said.

'You will be. Bend over my desk and hold the far edge.' He reached up to the top of a shelving rack for his cane. 'I know you say you're sorry but it doesn't excuse all the name calling and exaggeration and bad language, does it. And it's hardly a first for you and I can see in your eyes now and from your stance that you still have temper and unreasonableness in you. Bend over.'

I jutted my quivering chin out but turned and bent over. I felt his hands come round my waist and my jeans unbuttoned and lowered. I had a long t-shirt on which he raised half way up my back and then my knickers which he didn't take down but pulled tight into my bottom. There were no pauses for effect or comments or last requests, he stood to the right of me and gave me three sharp strokes with only a couple of seconds between, then stopped and I heard him move to the left and another three followed and I heard myself cry out as if I was detached from my body and it wasn't really me doing it. The pain from the cane comes, to my thinking, in three stages; first the sharp immediate shock of white heat then the wave or rather waves of deeper pain which roll in after and then the longer lasting burn which settles in and stays and every time you move in your jeans you feel as if they're sticking to you. I started to get up but P told me, 'No I'm not finished with you,' and his hand not ungently urged my shoulders back down.

He gave me three more strokes from each side and made sure I felt them, OMG I couldn't remember harder and didn't give a monkeys about the noise I knew I was making. I might have begged for leniency but it was all so fast. Twelve strokes and really hard ones I'd say, surely that was it. It was, he moved but not to switch sides and I heard the light clatter on wood as he replaced his cane. I was sniffling as I stood up, slowly, and felt my t-shirt drop back into place covering the damage he'd done to my backside. I looked at him, I knew my eyes were welling but didn't want them to break.

'Let that be a lesson to you,' he said, 'I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you and you better put your face straight for later if you intend coming over to our son's with me,' and he walked out of the office. then I felt back under my t-shirt and ran my finger lightly along the welts which were forming. I wanted to go in the bedroom and lie on the bed but wouldn't because I thought he might be in there, then I heard his footsteps on the stairs and in I waddled with my jeans held at my thighs. I didn't bother with the mirror, no need I knew from how it felt that he'd meant it, I just lay on my side on the bed for a while playing back the things I'd said and what it had led to. After half an hour I washed my face and fastened up my jeans with a grimace. I went downstairs, the longer you leave it the harder it gets.

'I will still be coming with you later, of course I will. And I'm genuinely sorry for what I said, not just because you caned me but because I know it was wrong.' There, I'd got it out.

We had a very pleasant evening and there was no lingering resentment at all even though I was reminded I'd been dealt with whenever I sat or went to the loo. Next day I was horny from wake-up, I didn't say it or make any moves but I was. It reminded me why I used to love-hate the cane and really still do, it's awesome and I hope it gets used more in 22 .....perhaps not quite as hard but who knows, maybe that's the attraction:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Christmas Eve 2021

Are you all ready for Christmas? I've a few presents to deliver and then I'm done.

Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas.

Enjoy the holidays - but please, when you're with your loved ones tomorrow, take a moment to think of the people who don't have anyone to share the day with and those who can't visit family because of Covid restrictions and those who will be sleeping rough on the streets this Christmas.

Stay safe.

Have a fun one.

Ronnie

xx

Punished on our travels

I do miss our travels as I'm sure that goes for a lot of you. 

So here's a re-post of a spanking I had on one of our travels It's a bit long (some of you will remember it), but it's what happened. For those who haven't read it, I don’t want to bore you with too much background so please feel free to skip to the spanking - just scroll down to the italics.

We were treated to a holiday by one of our friends, a regular customer, and his girlfriend; he had his own civil engineering business and he'd been given the holiday for 4 by a supplier, anyway we went to the Gambia for 2 weeks. Fabulous holiday.

Eric had booked the four of us into a hotel near Gatwick airport for the night and drove us down in his Silver Cloud, don't get me wrong he wasn't posh just wealthy through hard work and he bought it on a whim only to sell it a few months later, I didn't like the ride (which was very soft and floaty), actually I thought the seats would be very comfy if you had a sore bottom, which I didn’t, not at that time anyway. We overindulged in the hotel restaurant and bar, P threatened to spank me but didn't, and we all struggled to get up at 4 am for the flight. Anyway we made it and slept half through the flight to Banjul, which was the tiniest most ramshackle airport I'd ever seen. It might be bigger now, I'm sure the whole place has changed, but thirty oodd years ago it was definitely third world and charming for it.

We did lots of sunning, swimming, P learned to windsurf there, I did some early morning exercising and jogging on the beach which was lovely with the lush jungle fringing it and early morning bird and animal noises to keep me company, always within sight of the hotel security guards who were there to protect against muggings. The hotel still used mosquito nets even though it was 5* and right on the beach, it was really quite romantic. We did several sightseeing trips – one of them was on a boat for two days up river and that's what I want to tell you about, it was a fantastic experience and it was also the first time I got spanked as a punishment, which really got me at the time although I'm sure these days I'd regard it differently.

The boat was a major form of transport, local people used to use it to travel up river to buy and sell goods and visit family inland and in the capital Banjul. They would take their animals with them on the boat, sheep, goats, pigs even a cow, they were in the basement of the boat and confined to that area. Tourists had cabins on the upper deck and were also restricted for their own safety, although Eric and P ventured down into the 'value' section out of curiosity and wished they hadn't. Quite an experience.

We had to board the boat in Banjul harbour, we got there early and went off sightseeing. Now at that time Gambia was considered safe 'with care' for tourists - it meant safety in numbers, not wearing jewellery, dressing modestly as it was mainly Muslim, not straying off, not taking photos of people without asking etc. Don’t ask me exactly how but I strayed off in the main market in Banjul, against instructions to keep close, one minute I was with P, Eric and Jane and the next they'd gone and the crowd was impenetrable, I had no idea even which direction to look. The market was both fascinating and disgusting, it had open sewers, trenches really, crisscrossing it and next to them were meat vendors with great slabs of flesh all glistening black with flies which would buzz up angrily when they were disturbed by a purchaser. Some traders were calling me, obviously a tourist and alone, to visit their stalls, dodgy characters, frightening place - thing were looking bad.

To cut the story short, just when I was really getting panicky, along came a German tourist party with guide – I thought thank goodness, tagged along didn't care where they were going just happy to feel safe, as it happened they emerged close to the jetty where Eric and Jane were - phew! - P was dipping in and out of the fringes of the market looking for me but sensibly keeping his bearings, and then he saw me safe and sound and joined us with only about 20 minutes to spare to board the boat. P was relieved but also very mad oh yes I could tell - outwardly polite, calm words but fewer of them, well he wasn't going to shout at me here, and the thought of him spanking me just didn't occur because he'd never spanked me for anything like this and once we were on the boat he'd forget about it. Think again Ronnie. No way. I got spanked hard, I really didn't know how to handle it, if we'd been at home I'd have been off, put some distance between us, maybe even have stayed a night over at a friend's but on a riverboat your options are somewhat limited.

Walking along the jetty I could hardly believe we were going to live on this boat for two days, I joked to P it reminded me of the African Queen, he didn't answer, but honestly if Humphrey Bogart had been there to greet us he wouldn't have been out of place.

We got allocated our teeny 2 birth cabin only about 4x3m with bunk beds and broom cupboard bathroom, not exactly much unpacking to do as only a 2 day trip. Under cover of the engines, which were labouring to take us away from the jetty and out into mid stream, P took my arm and dragged me over to the lower bunk and pulled me roughly across his knee, down came my shorts, no panties it was so hot, and he started walloping my bottom so hard I shouted out and then muffled it to a closed mouth Mmmmmm,..with the noise coming from my nose, I certainly struggled and he pinned my arm so firmly it hurt and I told him to stop ……..which he did but only to move my arm to a more comfortable position and wrap his right leg across my two. He spoke for the first time since entering the cabin, ''You know what this is for, not just for being careless and ignoring the warnings of the reps but ignoring my direct instruction to stick like glue in that market, its not like the nice little leather craft fairs we have at home''....SPANK ..SPANK resuming with a vengeance...''I'll expect you to stay very close by from now on and this will be a reminder you won't forget''.... apart from lecturing me as he went, which makes it all the worse, I knew he was right in what he said about the dangers and I knew he was spanking me to drive the lesson home hard but still I wasn't accepting it well, I was still struggling or trying to but P's legs are powerful and it was effortless for him to keep me in place until he decided I'd learned my lesson. OMG that little cabin was stuffy when we went in but I'm sure the temperature had raised several degrees by the time I was released.....I was heaving great gasps of air, I'd managed the second half with my face buried in the pillow to mute the noise I was making. After I'd resuscitated I just lay face down on the bed didn't even bother to pull my shorts up until I realised it seemed compliant that I would lie there and let him see my punished backside on display. Stupid isn't it, how suddenly shy you become about your bottom when it's been punished, it was the first time I'd felt this, it was the first time I'd felt punished, I wasn't a happy bunny. P said he was going to take a shower, his voice was normal, back to friendly even, said it would cool him down. While he was showering the weak air conditioning system came on as the boat really got going and things cooled down a little...except my nether region that is, which probably didn't deserve to after all. I lay there wondering if I would be able to speak cordially with him after what he'd just done, wondered if anyone would know, would Jane be able to sense an atmosphere between us, maybe I could tell her, she was a bit older than me perhaps she'd been spanked who knows, she'd never mentioned it.

After his shower P said he was going out on deck, shower worked fine. He came back half an hour later to find out what was keeping me, I was still lying on the bed, sulking I suppose. He told me to get showered and out on deck it was lovely out there, Banjul had disappeared into the distance and it was all river and jungle, Jane was wondering where I was if I was OK. I did shower and joined them on deck, changed my shorts for a longer pair because the tops of my thighs were red where he'd caught them, Jane had made friends with another couple and I soon joined in, I didn't talk with P though.

Later in the early evening, after a simple dinner of fresh river caught fish served in the boat's little dining room which could seat no more than 18 at a time, we sat up on deck sipping iced drinks and swatting mosquitoes and I fidgeted and fussed to get comfortable on the white plastic terrace seats as my backside was sore beyond belief.....I think P really didn't want me straying off the rest of the trip..........

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Mini disagreement settled 'the old way'

That's what my husband sometimes calls it when he decides something, usually an argument or sulk for some reason, has gone on long enough and needs to be resolved. He doesn't have a temper really, he has logic. I mean he gets angry and frustrated but he expresses it in ways which infuriate me and which sometimes lead to, ahem, inappropriate language and I'll admit silly impossible accusations which I always regret later, quite often with a sore bottom.

We were in disagreement mode the other day, it was over money, the amount I was allocating to Christmas presents to be precise, which so far is not ahead of last year's spending so I don't know what his grief was especially as I cover all the cost from my own money and always have. I think it was just a couple of standout items, one of which he took delivery of, which aroused his interest and then he started delving and asking questions. His questioning started as just curiosity but became more intense and he reminded me we had higher outgoings like energy, fuel, general inflation and that maybe I should be trimming costs.

Hmph. I told him I had things in hand and wasn't asking him for a contribution and we hadn't had a holiday for the past two years (not quite true, but not the kind of warm sea blue sky holidays we like) so I didn't see anything wrong with what I was doing. Well he started talking percentages and we should maybe have discussed a budget weeks ago and it got a bit heated and I told him where he could stuff his percentages and budget and leave me to my spending plans, I knew exactly what I was doing.

I apologised almost immediately after telling him to stuff his percentages but it didn't make any difference, I'd set a train in motion. We were in the kitchen at the time, half way down mugs of tea. P took my mug from me and put it down next to his own, grabbed my upper arm and marched me into the lounge. I knew what it meant and, as often, objected and told him he couldn't and better not dare and to sod off. At least he was heading for the sofa not upstairs which would probably have meant implements.

"I don't know why we can't discuss something rationally without you turning aggressive and not listening to what I'm saying," he said.

"I was listening, I just didn't like it," I said as he sat on the sofa edge and pulled me across his lap. "And I've apologised for telling you to stuff it."  

"Yes well I can see this building out of all proportion if it isn't nipped in the bud right now so that's what I'm doing," he said as he struggled to get my sweat pants over my hips. "Now raise up." I didn't, I just stayed dead weight. "Raise up now young lady or it will be upstairs for the cane." I lifted my hips and felt cool air on my bottom as my sweat pants and knickers were taken down.

I got spanked, undeservedly in my opinion at the time, and I struggled and screamed when it got really hard which it does when he chooses to use his hand as a lethal weapon. He didn't once mention money, it was all about attitude (mine) and respect and talking like adults blah blah.....he knows how to lay it on, both the spanking and the admonishment. He exhausted me eventually, my bottom was virtually numb and my mouth dry from shouting and I was croaking out apologies. I said, "Please stop and I promise to talk later and I'm really really sorry I took an attitude." He stopped.

"That's better," he said, he sounded breathy, not surprising as he'd been spanking hard and for several minutes.

He let me slither to the floor and I got up and pulled up my sweat pants turning away from him because I didn't want him to see my nakedness at the front and said I was going for a shower and left the room. When I came back down later he asked me if I was alright, I said I was thank you.

"Sometimes it's best to settle things quickly, the old way, rather than let them escalate or worse still fester," he said.

I nodded and sniffled and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea which he did. I asked him if he wanted to discuss present purchases now when I brought his tea in. Nah, he said, you seem to have got things mostly under control, just show a bit more respect for other peoples' views, by which he meant himself of course. I just lowered my head and my eyes, then sat next to him. My bottom was still throbbing but I was starting to feel just a tad horny.

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Bucket List

I've got a bucket list of artists I've wanted to see and I'm very lucky that I've ticked off all of them except for three (well two now as one has died)  Tom Jones and The Boss and happy to say, I'll be ticking off another one as I've got tickets to see Tom Jones. 

So only The Boss left to see.

What about you? Do you have such a list or is there a particular singer/group you've always wanted to see?

Stay Safe.

Ronnie
xx

Panic - not me

Hope you all enjoyed the weekend and our friends across the pond had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Last week we had a perfectly enjoyable night out with friends, a few drinks and a nice (overpriced) Italian meal in our nearby town. Good wine too, which was also a bit pricey but Puglian and just delicious so no complaints really. A new restaurant opened a few weeks ago, Michelin star experience behind it, we haven't tried it yet but probably will in the new year unless......unless we're all locked down again heaven forbid! (I hope with this new variant our vaccines will work against it).

I think many of us have started taking for granted that we can have nights out, cinema, theatre, sporting events etc etc and I really hope we don't have to go into reverse. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed and keeping calm but - just to be on the safe side - I've made three restaurant reservations in the last few days, all for first half of December so we can get together with family and friends that we would be seeing in the new year.  Hopefully we still will and wont be locked down) ) P told me I was wrong to do it and it will depend on others being able to fit in with their own plans anyway but so far so good.

Oh and I'm not a no-show person just in case anyone thinks it, we used to be in the business so I know it from both sides and if a booking can't be kept I'll cancel pronto and they can reallocate. Not panicking just hedging.

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx