Yes I got both....

Hope you all had a good weekend.

So did I get both the maintenance and diet spankings I was due on Wednesday, read on.

Normally I get my maintenance early in the morning but Wednesday P said he would be postponing it until lunchtime when he would take me home as our neighbors would be out at work and he would have more time to deal with me and no worries about the noise, I think he meant me and not the sound of the cane. Oops told you, yes I had the cane.

So there I was Wednesday lunchtime on the bathroom scales again, I didn't know P was going to check my weight again but very fair of him I'd say, he said that if I'd gone down from the last reading he wouldn't give me the extra spanking, I didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed. As it happened there was no change anyway even though I've really cut down on everything, really, really I have, I've only had one chocolate the whole week. So the double spanking was still on, I mean a deal's a deal.

'Looks like a good maintenance and a caning for you then doesn't it,' said P. I don't know if he really expected me to agree but I do know he wanted an answer and waited for me to reply, which I did with a shy nod. He takes my arm and guides me into the spare bedroom which we use as an office seats himself in the chair, tells me to stand in front of him, undoes my trousers, pushes them down, 'You know what you're here for don't you? You asked for help with your diet and so I'm going to help you concentrate on it much more effectively, but first you'll get your maintenance spanking as promised.

Over you go, you know the position,' and he proceeds to spank and lecture me at the same time. I love it when he does that but not this time as I knew what was to follow. After several minutes he pauses, takes my knickers down and resumes with harder spanks and more lecturing. The lecture wasn't anything to do with diet, this was a maintenance spanking so it was all about keeping everything up to date, my work at the office, handbags sales and not to forget the cling film, did I hear right, did he say cling film, god yes he did, why does he pick out such petty things to bring up I mean how many spanks is a roll of Sainsburys cling film worth, and yes I remember he told me we needed some more cling film over a week ago and I still hadn't got any and as P does more of the cooking than me it annoyed him.

Maintenance finished. He tells me to stand, take my trousers and knickers completely off and face the wall with my hands at my sides while he fetches the cane. I know best to do as I'm told at times like this. I hear him come back in and sit down, he tells me to face him, my hands go instinctively between my legs, ridiculous isn't it, lived with the man for so long and still feel embarrassed when he sees me naked under certain circumstances, He tells me to put my hands at my sides, ' I'm thinking I'm going to regret this, foolish woman why ever did I ask.. '....Did you hear what I said?' Oh dear, he must have been talking while I was contemplating my fate. 'Yes, Yes,' I said quickly, doesn't do to ignore him. 'Well do it then,' he said. I had no idea what he'd said but because he was still sitting I assumed he meant get OTK again but that couldn't be, he surely could not use the cane like that, perhaps he'd decided further hand chastisement would suffice. So I took what I thought was his instruction and went over his knee. 'I didn't tell you to go over my knee did I?' he said. I hadn't a clue to be honest and told him so, then he said he'd only told me to put my hands to my sides but seen as I was clearly so eager to get across his knee I could stay there.

Then it all happened rather quickly. I felt him reposition himself on the chair, knew he was raising his arm, you get to know body movements when you've been in this type of predicament as often as I have, then I heard just a hint of a swish before my body jumped suddenly sharply as I felt the sharp pain of what could only be a cane. It had to be our cane-iac toy, it was the only implement we had that could deliver such a sting at close quarters over the knee. P didn't stretch it out, five more strokes followed in quick succession, too quick for me to make much of a fuss and in any case he was holding me quite firmly, no lecture he wouldn't have been able to he was quite active, just a curt 'Now get up and put your knickers and trousers back on' at the end of it.

When I'd done that he told me to sit on his lap, the bloody awful sting was turning into a deep burn, I'd been hoping for some rubbing and soothing that didn't happen, he did rub my back, some sodding use that was, and he told me to think myself lucky he hadn't used one of the new canes he'd adapted from the DIY store, he said he wouldn't use one yet because he hadn't had chance to test them for balance and accuracy. Oh really P, I thought, I never knew it was so technical, and by the way how do you plan on testing the damned things, presumably you need a bottom for it. I shuffled uneasily on his lap even as the thought occurred to me but I didn't dare say it.

Ronnie

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Impromptu Spanking

I didn't forget to tell you about Sunday, I just didn't get it ready for posting until today although I did make a short topical post on Sunday. Anyway it happened that I got my promised spanking on Sunday in fact I got three, but it was an impromptu one which was the best as is often the case.

I started writing this in the office yesterday morning with still a tingle in my bottom but that's gone now. I didn't finish because we got a fire alarm drill which meant all out front in the freezing cold then the day was quite busy, anyway nothing lost.

Sunday started well had my usual maintenance spanking, the one that P gives allegedly to make sure I am a good girl for the rest of the week and usually leads to little fun in the bedroom which it did.

Rest of the morning doing the boring but necessary Sunday chores, cleaning, tidying you know (no lunch cooking as we were going out to eat in the evening). Later P had to go into town to pick up some brackets he needed to fix some kitchen wall cabinets, I decided to tag along as there's a new lingerie shop just opened in town with opening offers so I went for a mooch. Half way into town came up behind a horse rider, P chuckled, horse riders he said, remember last weekend (the girl horse riders who held us up and P said they should be spanked).

That set me thinking. (P was hopefully going to spank me later for Chinese New Year but I wanted to make sure he did). Got back home mid afternoon, I popped upstairs while P played with his cabinets, searched my overflow drawer in the spare room until I found what I wanted, couldn't remember if I still had them or if they'd been packed off to Oxfam as they were tight from the start, ahh...found them...a pair of jodhpurs which we bought from Croft Equestrian ages ago, and not for riding purposes (they also sell genuine whips and crops by the way, reasonable and good quality too). So I went back into our room and changed - white shirt, no bra, no pants, winter boots, and my old but little used jodhpurs which seemed to be size tighter than I remembered, then I took our riding crop (also from Croft) out of P's drawer, took a deep breath and went back into the spare room where I could hear P putting away his tools. I stood just through the doorway, slowly tapping the crop across my thigh.
When I had his attention I said “Had a lovely ride but so much traffic on the roads this morning, some of the drivers seemed to be getting a tad annoyed, must think they own the roads some of them, no manners” P stopped what he was doing and turned round, briefly bewilderment and then amusement on his face (wished I had my phone handy) which quickly changed to sternness (goody he's got the plot I thought to myself).

He took the crop from me and said ''That's a typical sort of comment I'd expect from an arrogant member of the riding shooting set, I think you could do with a lesson in road manners yourself'' or something like that I can't remember the exact words I was too excited.

He escorted me back into our room and told me to get on the bed on all fours (we don’t have any saddles mores the pity), my jodhpurs stretched very tight over and into my bottom, P then started caressing my bottom, Hmmmm my girl no pants on I see, his hand smacked my bottom several times, then some rubbing, smacking, more smacking, my bottom warmed to his touch, then I felt the tip of the crop trail down my back, over my bum, falling between my legs, lightly up and down, tapping my inner thighs, teasing, tantalising. I locked my legs tight at one point trying to hold the crop between them, squirming, wondering if my moisture would seep through my jodhpurs. He took hold of my waist and delivered several quick strokes squarely to each buttock, I jumped but P held my waist firm and delivered several more with equal intensity and rhythm across my buttocks, no sound other than the end of the crop which has a leather flapper slapping against my cheeks. God couldn't believe the sting, which got deeper with each slap, I was sure I would have welts or bruising or something if he continued, I cheekily suggested perhaps he should un-trouser me so that he could see his target better but he told me gravely ''You'll be glad of those jodhpurs in a moment young lady'' and with that he stood back and delivered what I have to assume was a pretty firm whipping. He did it so fast I hardly had time to catch my breath and when I once almost wiggled out of range he warned ''Stay right where you are or I won't hesitate to restrain you!'' I stayed. When it was over I was hot, on fire, moaning, almost sobbing, legs shaking yet I'm sure I was wriggling my quivering bottom for more.

P threw the crop on the bed, reached round, unzipped me, pulled my jodhpurs down, ''Hmmm that should teach you some manners'' as he surveyed his work then caressed my poor cheeks gently, lovingly, letting his hands rest in all the right spots, moving up to take hold of by breasts, ripping my shirt open and playing with my nipples, I couldn’t stand it, I was pushing my bottom into his groin feeling his hardness, he stopped, I heard the zip of his trousers, the sound of them coming down, my bottom pushing up harder, greedy for contact, his hands each side of my hips and then a gasp as he entered me from behind, I shouted as he drove deeper, and screamed just seconds later as we both came and collapsed on the bed, P on top of and buried deep in me, and just lay there for a few minutes, "I hope you will remember to be courteous to drivers next time you go out riding he said."

When we'd both straightened up, P said lets not go out I’ll cook some pasta, great, fine by me. We went downstairs, P went out and cleaned the car while I read the newspaper and posted that interesting little article about the American lawyer working in Moscow. Later P made a lovely penne with some pepperoni chilli and olives in a tomato sauce (he’s a better cook than me but don’t tell him I said so) and opened a bottle of light red wine, delicious.

P settled down to finish reading the Sunday papers while I washed the dishes, afterwards I came in and plonked myself right across his lap, straight over the paper he was reading, ''You forgot my Chinese New Year spanking,'' I said, he laughed and immediately delivered my third spanking it lasted all of a measly five seconds but its the thought that counts and I hadn't had a bad day.

Ronnie
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Fine weekend

Just a quick post as first real day back at work, lots to do and I dont want to get spanked, well not just for now. After Friday, Saturday and my yummy maintenance spanking yesterday my bottom needs a rest. It's a little on the tender side I noticed in the shower this morning, and still has a pink hue to the flesh. P thinks my bottom is at it's best when it looks this.

Said I would post a pic of the paddle he used on Friday. He tells me bought it a while back from Leatherthorn Paddles (John), dark horse that he is, and kept it under wraps. What a waste! I thinks its lovely, didn't quite feel like that on my bottom.

Ronnie
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Padded seats

I said I'd do it and I did, and it certainly worked.

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

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

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

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

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

All I need now is a Sunday morning maintenance tomorrow and that will be a full set for the weekend Fri, Sat, Sun. Lucky girl, we're out for lunch tomorrow I can't remember if they've got padded seats.

Ronnie
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