Unusual Spanking Positions

Do you have favourite spanking position?

Still my favourite is the OTK position

If I'm to have the cane P likes me lying over pillows on the bed. 

What's your favourite spanking position?

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Please let me know if any of the pictures are yours.

A Smile for Today

I really like Endart spanking drawings. Shame that Endart finished. 

 Oh yes he will

Couldn't make my mind up which ones to share. Hope you enjoyed them.

Ronnie

xx

Remember who's In Charge

Nearly 4 hours mooching around Valletta alleyways, churches, galleries and antique shops in drizzly but warm rain at 19C, then a spectacular thunderstorm with lightning show enjoyed from a hotel bar overlooking the harbour. That was Saturday, unfortunately it wasn't me. It was a whatsapp message from our son and partner who are in Malta for a few days with friends. I replied that it sounded great, well the thunderstorm overlooking the harbour did, and was going to tell him it was 4C in the UK and the wallpaper wasn't coming off the walls as easy as it should have done and the plaster underneath was dodgy in parts so P was going to patch it, oh and the plug sockets circuit had blown and wouldn't re-set because P had applied water to the walls extravagantly and soaked the electrics.....but I didn't. Instead I said the decorating was going great, yeah, no problem, have a great time send us some pictures, love Mom.

You see we'd promised to do a few jobs for them while they were away, they need it, they both work long hours and their new house is proving more of a challenge than they, and we, thought. They even thought about cancelling their mini break last minute because they've got so much on but P said no don't do that, recharge your batteries and we'll do a bit on the house while you're away. Good intentions, I can't fault my husband on his heart being in the right place but he does dive into things sometimes.

We'd had a few words after the sockets blew because I couldn't boil a kettle to make a cup of tea. He said just put a saucepan on the stove, which was gas, but then it occurred to me I couldn't hear the fridge running so that was off too, we couldn't just leave it for days for the electrics to dry out. So P huffed a bit then took the sockets off the walls in the dining room, where he'd been water splashing, and taped the wires up and said that would neutralise them and stop them tripping the rest of the circuit. He was right, it worked, he reset the circuit and fridge whirred into life and the kettle boiled and we got our cups of tea. But what a fuss all because he knew best and got stuck in without thinking. There were other little mishaps, I won't go into them but suffice it to say they were caused by P (and corrected by him too, I have to admit) and I criticised his working methods several times. He got annoyed with me and told me he would spank me if I didn't get on with my jobs and leave him to do his. Looking around me I thought not much chance of spanking me here but I toned down anyway and we had a productive day.

We drove home about 7pm, it's less than thirty minutes, P said he'd get a couple of steaks out if that was OK with me. It was, I didn't fancy going out and Saturday night is difficult last minute anyway. P went straight to the kitchen to put some potatoes in the oven and I went upstairs to clean up. Within minutes I heard his footsteps on the stairs and then he was in the bathroom  where I was pulling bits of wallpaper from my hair. He marched me into the bedroom, I objected that I wasn't finished, he said it didn't matter I could come back in five minutes and finish off preening...if I could stand still in front of the mirror.

I said, "You can't spank me we're home now, the day's over, I haven't done anything." Well I hadn't really.

"I know the day's over but all the fuss you were making earlier about a few little setbacks and telling me how I should and shouldn't be doing things and how I should have listened to you etc etc, but if I'd listened to you we wouldn't have got through half as much as we have. And furthermore, in fact most annoying, is the way you went on at me instead of just giving me chance to fix the little things that went wrong."

I thought about that as he was undoing my jeans, it was true. I apologised and said I was wrong and I wouldn't do the same tomorrow.

"I know you won't," he said, "because you're going to get your backside spanked and you won't like it and it'll remind you to think before you criticise my practical skills."

And I was over his lap with my jeans down to my knees and my knickers at my thighs in no time and his rough hands, still dry from plaster and filler, spanking my bottom good and hard. I kept saying sorry, which I really did mean, I didn't squeal too much even though it hurt because that sometimes excites him to do it harder, in fact it excites me too but I was hungry and achey from a long day and I wanted it to be as short as possible. It ended with me promising I'd be supportive and positive the next day and follow his lead in everything we did and please let me off, I'd learned my lesson. He stopped and told me to get up and said "Well just remember, we're a team we work together and solve problems as we go along."

And then as he went out the door, "Just remember who's in charge."  

I'm sure he would have had a smile on his face as he said that although I didn't see it as I was pulling my knickers and jeans up and looking the other way. We had a very nice simple meal and bottle of wine about an hour later and watched a  couple of episodes of The Crown before going to bed.

Have a funn weekend.

Ronnie

xx

How long....

....should a good spanking last?

Watch the animation below

When it stops, you'll know how long a

good spanking should last

Keep watching!...keep watching.



...OK you're getting the idea:)

Sorry no writings this week as I've been a little busy.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Hotel visit with a difference

Will someone please tell me where the days are going. Can't believe it's April 1st.

Had a busy week and no time to write so here's a little story. Let me know if the story or pictures are yours so I can give credit.


.....When she arrived at her husband's hotel room no time was wasted on small talk, she was there to be spanked. Her coat was removed to reveal she was already prepared for her ordeal, she'd been spanked before like this and enjoyed it.

Being prepared meant silk underwear, stockings and not much else under her cashmere coat. She enjoyed it when David was masterful. He was several years her senior and had introduced her to spanking after a party at which they'd overheard and then peeped into one of the bedrooms where a girl was receiving an OTK spanking. Jane had been shocked and fascinated by it and mentioned it several times during the rest of the evening, wondering what the poor girl must have felt like!

Her curiosity was satisfied later that evening when David gave her the first spanking she'd ever had.

This afternoon was different though. She'd phoned David at his office and told him she'd been watching spanking clips online during work time and made herself so horny she couldn't get on with her work.

David told her she'd better leave her office and report to him at a local hotel, he gave her a room number and told her he would soon cure her of her distraction.

David arranged a neat pile of pillows on the bed and ordered Jane to bring him the implement he'd planted in the desk drawer. She'd already guessed what it would be but still gasped as she withdrew it. She was not unacquainted with the cane.

She had initiated something she always regretted at this last minute and she could feel butterflies in her stomach as her husband told her to lie with her hips over the cushions, bottom pushed upwards, as he took hold of her panties and lowered them to her knees.

Tender cheeks presented to her husband's stern countenance, Jane felt every bit the naughty girl she'd watched on the Internet and certainly as deserving of punishment. In spite of her fear as David calmly lectured her, she was subconsciously willing the first stroke across her bottom when suddenly Swisshh..!! it arrived unannounced and shocked her with its ferocity and awful sting. 

After several minutes and more strokes than she could count, Jane was wriggling against the cushions and blubbering promises never to watch naughty Internet sites again.

 

Her caning stopped as abruptly as it had started and she lay there recovering her composure, waiting for an instruction. The heat spreading through her bottom was unbearable and she wondered how she'd feel later when she had to return to work and sit with clients! She didn't think her mind would be fully on the job, she knew she was wet between her legs and she knew there would be no immediate relief, it was the way they liked it. And the pain in her derriere would keep her on tenterhooks for the rest of the afternoon.

David's voice interrupted her thoughts. He made her get up from the bed and go stand against the wall with her panties down and her well marked bottom on display. He told her he'd made the special purchase of the genuine school cane for this occasion and, seeing how effective it had been in establishing her contrition, he fully intended to keep it and apply it on future occasions. Jane smiled to herself, she knew there would be future occasions.

After several minutes David came over to her, patted her bottom and told her it was time to get dressed and back to the office. She resisted the urge to grab him, she knew that would come later and the wait would be worth it.

Coat back on over her expensive underwear, hair fastened back, her composure returned, Jane was every bit the professional businesswoman as she left the hotel room to return to her legal practice.

Her mind drifted back to the stuffy client meeting she would attend in less than an hour, she smiled as she thought how their blood pressures would go off the scale if they knew what had just happened to their legal advisor.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Why should I?

I asked it of my husband the other day after we'd been arguing a bit, well not really arguing but in disagreement over something. Yeah arguing, but not heatedly, that's what I meant to say.

Anyway the bottom line was that I was to accompany him to Stratford, well just outside actually I won't t name the place, to drop in on a client, he wanted me with him because that way he could say we were going somewhere but we'd called in to see how things were, just casually as you do (the falseness). What he really wanted to find out was if the client had used another service, other than P's, as he'd heard, but he didn't want to ask outright (the falseness). He doesn't like the client any more than I do but he even more doesn't like losing business.  
  

I hadn't made any move when he said I should go and get changed. "Well?" asked my husband. "Why should I?" was my reply. 

My husband then took me by the hand, pulled me up off my seat and marched me upstairs to our bedroom. He pulled the window shut, undid my jeans and pulled them roughly down to my knees then pulled me over to the bed, where he sat and I almost tripped onto his lap because I could only waddle with my jeans around my knees. He didn't say anything, just pulled my knickers down and gave me a damned good spanking. When he let me up I was red faced and annoyed because it had all happened so fast.  

"That's why you should," he said. "Now get changed and I want you downstairs in five minutes."

Ten minutes later I was sitting in the car on our way to Stratford.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Senior Cane taken down a notch or two

Does anyone remember my husband buying a triple pack of canes from Coventry Canes? No reason why you should really, although you'd certainly remember if you'd been on the receiving end of one.

Anyway he did and I have had the dubious pleasure of receiving both the nursery and junior ones. The senior one (about 7/16" thick) was used only once, for testing purposes P said, and I found it a bit thuddy, nowhere near as springy, whippy and stingy as its junior counterparts, I didn't like it (I know I'm not supposed to). P said that from a user's point of view it was actually the best because its rigidity makes it more accurate, but in view of my comments he said he would find a different use for it.

Well I haven't seen it propping up any garden plants so I asked him the other day what had happened to it. 'Why, have you changed your mind about it?' he asked. I told him I hadn't, so he cut it down two notches, about ten inches smoothed the tip and brought it down to show me, looking pleased with himself.

'Perfect for OTK,' he said, 'and it fits easily into a suitcase.'

I smiled and thought to myself he must have summer holidays on his mind. I probably won't have to wait that long to test it though or at least I hope not.

Ronnie

xx

Punished in the gym

How was your weekend?

We had a busy but lovely one. Two family celebrations. Far too much food and champers and I've put on the weight I lost so it's back to a strict diet for me this week.

Or very tempted to join this gym.........

Especially if you have your own personal trainer.

Click pictures for larger view.

Ronnie

xx

Just Because

You know on Monday I posted the little snippet I found in the Sunday Times Style magazine. Nothing about spanking, not involving me anyway, and that's because I hadn't been spanked since whenever, in fact I think I was beginning to forget what it felt like, well that's what I was going to tell P. But in the end I didn't need to.

I had been good, you see, right over the Easter weekend. No really, I had been genuinely good. I had several opportunities to be otherwise but I just didn't take them. No tantrums, no sulks, no contriving to get spanked, I was even kind to his mother when she graced us with her company Sunday evening and I volunteered to take her shopping Monday morning, which I duly did.

Yet still there I was over P''s lap Monday afternoon getting a spanking, my first of the day. He'd called me in from the garden where I'd been tidying some borders.

'I was just watching you,' he said, 'doing all that bending and stretching and thinking to myself what a nice spankable arse you've got.'

Then he took me by the upper arm, through to the lounge, sat on the sofa and hauled me across his thighs which were bare as it happens because the weather was lovely and he had shorts on. Then he spanked me. He didn't take my trousers down, they were thin anyway, the light summer cotton type I think they came from Gap. But he spanked hard and I felt the blood rushing to my nether region as well as my face and it was delightful. And I was able to shout a bit because our son had gone into town and our neighbours were away for the weekend. Then after he'd spanked me he told me to get up and go on back to my borders, he'd be out later after he'd finished some mail. The nerve of the man! And I didn't even ask at any point why he was spanking me. I mean I had been a good girl.

I did go back to my borders but, first, I popped upstairs and removed my knickers. Yes you heard me correctly, well It was hot! I was too. After about half an hour P came out with two mugs of tea and settled into a garden chair. He had a newspaper with him but he didn't read it, he was watching me instead, I could feel his eyes on me as I exaggerated every little bend and stretch wondering if he'd notice that the bottom he'd just spanked was now sans knickers. He did and I heard the wicker chair creek and knew he was getting up, I didn't look round, just carried on weeding my weed-free soil and bending my backside lasciviously towards him. Then I felt his hand on me, you can imagine where. 'What sort of naughty girl comes out to tidy up her garden without any knickers on? What would the neighbours think? I think you'd better come inside.' It didn't need an answer and I didn't need telling twice, although I gulped when P stopped to borrow a garden cane from a plant pot, wiping the damp soil on the leg of his shorts. His intention was plain and I felt butterflies but I mean, I had been a naughty girl this time.

I was shortly staring at the same patch of carpet I'd been studying less than an hour earlier. I still had my trousers on but then I felt P's hands at the waistband, then the button, then the zip and then they were down to my thighs and I let out a whimper and shuddered at the same time. Then the little telltale swish which you're just about aware of before the sting of the cane sets your bottom alight. Then, on this occasion anyway, hardly time to gasp or cry before the next stroke and the next. Six in all.

'Ooh god, P, you caned my bottom, why did you do that?' I asked trying to sound shocked.

'I told you, because you were naughty. And just because I wanted to. And now there's something else I want to do.'

And he did, after bending me over the arm of the sofa with my trousers at my knees and I loved it and made so much noise it frightened me. And I'm sure one day I'll die of a heat attack from such an impromptu session. And I'm sure it won't be a bad way to go.

Afterwards he told me put my knickers back on, make myself respectable on and come and sit outside. When I joined him he'd made two fresh mugs of tea, he's so thoughtful.

Ronnie

xx

For Her Pleasure

''Gosh, Marlene, I never imagined having a man's face between my legs could feel so good. Make him put it back there and whip him some more.....please!!!!!'' :)

No I'm not batting for the other side just love the picture.

If the picture is yours let me know and I'll link you.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

xx

I got a dusting

I was reading comments the other day on our friend Season and Michael's blog about John, of Leatherthorn Paddles, and his superb customer service. I've never had direct dealings with John, although I have certainly had dealings with one of his products, but P had dealings with him at the time the product was acquired and agreed when I mentioned it that John was really helpful. Then he asked me if I knew where the product was, by the way, because he hadn't seen or more to the point used it in quite a while, he wondered if it would be gathering dust. He said that would be a pity and maybe he should dig it out for a 'dusting'.

I helpfully told him I keep dust bags in stock for storing handbags/ purses, they're a good size too with a neat drawstring top, maybe I could sell him one to keep the paddle in. Well it is leather. Good supple leather too! P laughed, I think he liked the idea of his wife trying to sell him a storage bag, he didn't pay me for one though, just said he'd rather let it get dusty and then spank me with it. I got a little shiver at the thought then the phone went and the subject was forgotten.

Or so I thought. Later at home and after dinner, P said he'd like me to come upstairs after I'd cleared away, he wanted my opinion on some gifts he'd bought for Christmas before he started wrapping them. I was absolutely un-prepared when I went into the bedroom and P was sat on the bed with John's Rose Paddle (the large size) in his hand. I still had my 'best mom in the world' apron on, P told me he'd found the paddle easy enough it was right under the bed, and there was dust on it and if there was dust on the paddle there must be dust under the bed and on any other items tucked under there. And dust was my department. And yeah you guessed it, I was messing up.

OK this was play and I knew it was, but I objected and started to make excuses, I mean a woman's pride and all that, but I still got pulled across his knee, jeans and pants taken down and paddled until I was kicking giggling wiggling and shouting in equal measure and on it went until P regarded the paddle to have been been adequately 'dusted'. My backside was toasty and P said a nice shade of crimson, then he told me to go and finish off in the kitchen, leave my jeans and pants in the bedroom, come back when I'd finished. He said I looked cute with a red backside and my apron on and he had a little something for me. God, dusting had never been such fun.

Fifteen minutes later I was getting his little something and it wasn't that little, in fact it felt really rather large as it pounded into me from the rear. P told me as we lay on the bed later that he hoped I'd learned my lesson. I certainly had. I was going to give him a couple of dust bags to keep his implements in, free of charge, but I'd changed my mind now. It was better to let them gather some dust.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Why OTK?

I had a lovely very quick OTK last night as son popped to get a takeaway (for himself, he didn't want to eat with us :)). As P says, windows of opportunity should never be missed, he only says that when he has the time and inclination actually but he still says it, anyway I wasn't complaining, not at the start at least.

At the end I was complaining appropriately and was told not to make a fuss it had been overdue and I'd get some more if I whinged on. I was about to up the whingeing when we both heard son's car on the drive, god it must have grown wings it was far too fast a journey, I'm going to recommend a takeaway in town next time, that takes at least 40 mins round trip.

After I got over not getting my full share I was thinking (strange I've actually never thought about it before) why the expression OTK (over the knee) is most often often used to describe the most common position in which to administer a spanking - when actually it would be physically impossible or at least very difficult to bend over a person's knees, I mean they're joints, they're bony and they wouldn't be at all comfortable. Bent over lap (BOL) or across the thighs (ATT) would be more accurate descriptions for this popular position wouldn't they, and I'm sure there are plenty of others. I'm not knocking OTK, I love it - the expression, the spoken words and the event - but I just wondered how it ever got off the ground.

Has anyone else ever thought the same or maybe even know how the word OTK came to be used.

Ronnie

xx

Kinky sex tips with your handbag, Madam?

'Fingers together, the palm arched and cupped; alternatively, a ruler is a great accessory. Your man as the dominant (unless you're doing the spanking) should be asking questions like: 'Do you like that?' 'Harder, do you want it harder?' The correct answer here is 'Ooh, yes, yes.' Get him to pull your hair a little, and tell you that, 'You love it.' Enjoy being a naughty girl'

'The thing that really gets you horny may be being taken across a knee and spanked till you're tickled pink!'

'Double plugging is particularly pleasurable (penetration of both vagina and anus) and triggers INTENSE orgasms!'

Got your attention? Good, it got mine too, and where did I come across these snippets (there are plenty more by the way and pictures too) of advice? No I wasn't trawling the web's adult content pages, I was researching my handbags business, I was on www.handbags.com looking for a few tips and I certainly found some, well laid out too and tasteful. Their spice up your sex life advice for couples covers a whole range of wickedness including anal sex, mutual masturbation, getting spanked by him, getting spanked by her, role play etc.

If you're going to take a look at their site here's a few links will take you to the appropriate sections faster, then you can browse.

Taking control
Dildo

Mutual Masturbation

Anal

So who said purses and handbags were boring. And isn't that the same ruler I have? It is! I couldn't mistake it, its warmed my backside too many times so I can vouch for it.

Just pure naughty. Lovely.

Ronnie

xx

Blogger got me spanked

This never would have happened if Blogger didn't go pear-shaped every now and again. Sometimes the text in my posts goes bigger, sometimes it changes colour, for no apparent reason, sometimes adding a picture affects it but not always, I mentioned it to P, he said maybe the template needs re-setting. That sounded boring, I didn't mention it again. Now if I had taken a look and managed to fix it, and if I'd told him I had, I wouldn't have ended up in trouble on the weekend.

You see, P was doing his usual Saturday morning catch-up at the office and he called me and asked me if I had a certain business card, he'd looked on my desk but couldn't find it, it was a card we were given by a Spanish supplier at a recent fashion show which I'd thrown away because I didn't like the girl on the stand, I wrote about it a few posts back. I told him I couldn't think where it was, it must be amongst the brochures we had, there were rather a lot. But it didn't matter, I told him, because the guy had emailed us since then. Ah but it does matter, said P, because I wanted his mobile number. Well I can't think where it is if it's not with the brochures, I said innocently.

Mistake. Don't lie to your husband, even a white lie.

So he told me he knew roughly where it was, it was in some rubbish recycling plant in west London because I'd dumped it in a trash bin at the show in a temper tantrum. I gulped. How did he know? Because, decent man that he is, he'd taken a look at my blog to see if he could fix the mis-sizing text and in the process he'd read the last couple of posts. I gulped again, flushed and walked nervously around the lounge trying to think of an answer. There wasn't one, not one which would get me off the hook. P told me he wanted me to come down to the office (it's less than 10 mins from where we live), I couldn't because our son had borrowed my car and I'm not covered to drive his, I explained to P, he said he'd come and get me. My goodness he really must be annoyed, I thought. Then as an afterthought he asked why son had got my car, I told him because five of them had gone paintballing and he wanted the extra space. Very well then, said P, he'd deal with me at home and the phone went dead.

Thirty minutes later he arrived home. He came in, dumped his laptop, his expression was all business, he told me if he'd dealt with the tantrum last weekend I would have got a damned good well deserved spanking for performing and it would have been an end to it, but that hadn't happened. And now, a week later, he finds that in addition to playing my face at the show, I wrote about it and boasted (I wasn't boasting) that I'd thrown a potential business partner's card away, and then to top it all I'd lied to him when he asked me about it. And he'd been trying to help me. And this is what he finds! His voice raised a bit. So I'd get the spanking I should have got last weekend and then he'd deal with me for lying to him, which he doesn't find acceptable at all, ever.

So just before midday on Saturday I was over P's lap in the bedroom, my jeans round my ankles, getting a sound tantrum spanking while P educated me about business and professional behaviour not conflicting with silly personal whims. He hadn't taken my pants down, not that the flimsy cotton lessened the sting, and I knew the reason because I know my husband. They would stay in place until his hand had heated my backside enough to have my very earnest attention and then he would pause and address the matter of lying to him, and after a short harsh lecture my pants would come down and I would gasp because it always has that effect on me and because I knew he'd taken his strap from the wardrobe and it was destined for my posterior. And worst of all I knew I deserved it and although I kicked and struggled and cursed and pleaded, when it was over I sobbed a very genuine apology for lying and he sat me up and put his arm round me and told me it was okay I'd just been a silly girl and a small incident had escalated a bit too much but it was over now.

Then he told me on Monday I was to phone Marco's company and get his mobile number anyway. But that might mean talking to that girl! I thought it but didn't say it, my backside has a way of overruling my more impetuous thoughts, especially when it's still simmering from correction.

So it's your fault Blogger. Or not, I shouldn't have lied.

Ronnie

xx

Stress relief

Saturday P decided I needed a little light stress relief, son's at home and relief has been thin on the ground (and things going on but I wont bore you with them), thank god he's tuned to my needs. He didn't go into the office as he had a few jobs to do for his mom, son went with him, there was some shifting to do. He sent me a text telling me he would be back about 11.00 minus son, who he would leave to finish off and pick up later, that I needed some de-stressing and that I was to be ready, I sent a text back asking what he meant, I knew exactly of course, a text came back telling me I'd get de-stressed a lot harder for playing dumb.

I was to throw a few pillows into the middle of the bed, choose an implement and wait for him. P knows I hate when I have to choose, it sends all kinds of feelings, you know what I mean, I'd much rather he choose. Now I can be a little cheeky with P, playful might describe it better on this occasion, so as I was to choose, I chose the hand, we have one of those fun hand shaped fly swats (see previous post) so I put it next to the pillows and waited, I hoped he wouldn't be late.

I heard his key and heard him go into the lounge....minutes passed...... when he came into the bedroom he had a cup of tea with him so either he'd changed his mind about playing or he'd brought refreshment to sustain him through a long session, I preferred the latter option. He looked at the plastic fly swat and tutted, shaking his head in disappointment.

''Now what on earth sort of choice is that for a woman to present her husband with when she knows his intentions?'' I didn't get to answer, ''Well if you really want me to use that you'd better take your jeans off and get over those pillows.'' I got over the pillows more than a tad worried, he was calling my bluff, he pulled my knickers down and proceeded to spank me with the fly swat, I don't know whether he gave me fifty or a hundred swats because they're so feeble from that little toy it's hard to distinguish between them, anyway it was a few minutes worth and then he pulled my knickers up and went for his cup of tea. Shit shit shit! he'd put the ball squarely in my court, he'd used the implement of my choice, he'd pulled my knickers up, fait accompli, but I wasn't stress relieved at all! in fact I was getting stressed about that being the end of it. Quick thinking was required..............

I stayed over the pillows, ''Is that the best you can do?'' I mumbled into a pillow. ''What? What was that?'' he asked, I knew he'd got the gist even though I hadn't spoken clearly. '' I asked you a

question,'' he said sharply, he does genuinely get rattled when I don't answer him. I looked up from the pillow to face him and repeated myself clearly, at the same time putting on a look I hoped was a mix of disdain and challenge. He put down his cup of tea. ''Are you trying to be funny, there isn't much anyone could do with this,'' he said picking the fly swat up and splatting his palm with it, ''perhaps you wouldn't find it quite so feeble if your backside was tenderised first.'' P then sat on the edge of the bed, made me crawl over to him and get across his lap, he positioned me quickly and quite roughly so that my hips were over his left thigh my legs half on the bed toes just touching the floor, he wrapped his right leg over tightly securing my position, pulled my knickers down as far as they'd go and proceeded to spank me systematically, ten to one cheek ten to the other, then repeat. They were long strokes delivered from high and with his palm connecting fully each time.

Then he swapped to his left hand spanking with the palm in line with my body, his fingertips stinging the underside of my cheeks, gripping my thighs tightly with his right hand for effect. If it's possible to grin, grimace, sob and squeal all at the same time as struggling between a man's powerful thighs then that's what I was doing. P must have spanked for a full ten minutes with a few short breaks alternating between left and right hands, at the start his right hand had felt hardest but at the end I couldn't tell the difference, my whole bottom was an inferno and I was genuinely taken aback by how quickly and determinedly he'd dealt with me.

Then he told me to get back across the pillows in the middle of the bed. I thought I'd hear his zip any second and gasp with delight as he entered me forcefully from behind but that wasn't the case at all. ''So you thought that was the best I could do,'' he said picking up the fly swat again and climbing up beside me, ''let's see how well I can do now that you've had some of the cheek spanked out of you,'' and then, while he held me steady across the pillows, he gave me such a stingy five minute spanking from that measly plastic fly swat I was sure I wouldn't be questioning his spanking prowess any time soon.

After he'd taught me a lesson he pulled my knickers back up for me and picked up what was left of his cup of tea. ''Cold,'' he said, ''I'm going to make another, put yourself straight and come down, I'll make one for you too.'' When I got down he was sitting at the kitchen table, mug of tea in hand, mine on the table. I sat next to him on a very sore bottom and sipped contentedly.

Stress, what stress.

Ronnie

xx