Spanking App

No there isn't really a spanking app (well there are some on Playstore but I didn't check any of them) but an app nonetheless got me spanked. It was actually the NHS patient care app which caused it and it happened because my nearest and dearest was pissed off that I hadn't been able to get him a doctor's appointment until 10 March. He said that was ridiculous and that he'd call the surgery himself, I just said ok good luck with that.

A bit later he came and told me he'd found an app which we could use to get in touch with the doctor, he'd put it on his phone, he just wanted to know if I knew his username and password. Haha, how does he think I already make appointments. Anyway I thought I'd have a little bit of fun and asked him why he hadn't just booked an appointment with the girl on reception; he looked a bit sheepish and said he hadn't actually got through to reception, he'd called a couple of times but the line was busy and he gave up. Then he googled how to get to see your GP and eventually downloaded the app. He seemed pleased with himself, he had his phone in his hand, I'm sure he thought he'd be able to get a next day appointment by using it.

I gave him the info he needed and he sat at the dining table for a few minutes playing around with it, then announced it was rubbish he couldn't get an early appointment on it. I told him he could send a message if he felt his shoulder justified urgent attention and someone would get back to him probably in a day or two. He said that wasn't appropriate and then he asked me how I'd made the appointment anyway and I told him I'd done it online from my laptop, same way I've done it for both of us for years. Did I look a bit smug? I don't know but he clearly thought I did and he probably felt a bit deflated that his app discovery was actually old hat. I told him there were no smart ways of shortcutting the system except getting on the phone at 8 am prompt in the morning and just keep dialling until you get through was the best way. I must have smiled at the incredulous look on his face.

"Well stuff the app then," he said as he uninstalled it from his phone. "You could have told me all this nonsense and saved me the trouble. Maybe we should change practices."

"I think they're all pretty much the same," I told him, "and anyway you get on well enough with the doctor, you've always said that."

He thought about it and knew I was right. Then he told me he was going to take me upstairs and spank me for not having made him aware of how things worked. I told him any failing was with him not me, he should have known, after all it's his health and there's been enough publicity about GP waiting times. That didn't go down well and he ordered me upstairs. On the landing I went to turn for the office but he said no, the bedroom. I went in with him following close behind, he hadn't been to fetch an implement although there are always some concealed about the bedroom, this was spontaneous and I was intrigued and a bit amused and reasonably relaxed because his mood wasn't truly bad.

He sat on the bed and drew me across his lap at an angle which had my torso mostly on the bed. He took my shorts down, I didn't have knickers on, unusually for me, and started spanking my buttocks, hard but with gaps between each spank. This I learned later was because he was experimenting with different techniques to get the best out of his shoulder during its 'ill' period. He needn't worry too much about any under-spanking, his hand still carries plenty of force and he soon had me wiggling but not crying out. He stopped after two or three minutes, I thought maybe he was going to get an implement.

"You know that really has opened my eyes," he said, "all that crap over doctor appointments, getting tablets too, I was seriously lacking in knowledge as to how it all works and you've been doing it for years, me just taking it for granted. Thanks." Then he gave me a couple of meaty slaps, one to each cheek, and told me to get up onto the bed. I thought perhaps he was going to cane me, god know why because I certainly wouldn't have deserved it.

"Not lying on your front," he said, "on your back."

Then he pulled my shorts completely off so that they didn't constrain my legs and nuzzled his head between my thighs. It was all very fast and unexpected. He grunted something when I gasped and he pulled my legs further apart, told me to pull my knees up, I heard that clearly enough, and then his mouth was on me and his tongue tasting me, something he hasn't done for a while. I put my legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back, and moaned appreciatively. I hadn't cried out during the spanking but made up for it when my orgasm started and bucked violently against his face as his hands tried to steady me so he could work his tongue where he wanted it. After he'd done me all I could say was Oh fuck as I slumped on the bed muscles relaxed in that post orgasmic bliss as he unhurriedly licked and savoured while I purred.

"If that's your way of thanking me for looking after your medical affairs, please thank me more often," I joked.

Ronnie
xx

"I didn't want it to happen like that"

My words, a couple of hours after it had happened. Talking with my nearest and dearest over a mug of tea, in the kitchen, while he was chopping onions to make a soup. Mundane stuff but it's how things happen. Two hours earlier I'd been caned, in our bedroom, lying on the bed with my bottom bolstered upwards by two memory foam pillows folded over. All pretty normal stuff you might think, and let's face it Ronnie's into canes and not above provoking her husband when she sees an opportunity, or just plain getting spanked anyway for whatever reason.

But the thing is, I'd been within a cat's whisker of orgasming during my caning, actually on the very edge. The slightest touch from P, or my own fingers, down there and I'd have been hitting the ceiling. Maybe even a few more words, strict ones needless to say, would have sent me there. I've never been at that point before under the cane. P must have sensed how close I was and he increased the ferocity to nip it in the bud so to speak. It worked, the strokes became very harsh and I was 'neutralised'. A very sore bottom, orgasm on hold, he could have revived me, just a few minutes to calm down then his hand, would have set me off. I didn't get either, just told off for being a naughty girl and he hoped I'd learnt my lesson.

He left the bedroom, I had some jobs to do including making up the spare room because our son and daughter in law were staying over later. Now I haven't even mentioned the reason for the caning but I can tell you it was nothing serious, although my husband used the type of language that, had anyone been eavesdropping, would have given the impression that it was. I'm not going into it because the big thing to come out of it for me was the nearly-orgasm. I've wanted that to happen lots of times, I mean I can be there before or after but never 'during'.

I told P about it in the kitchen, I asked him if he knew how close I'd been.

"Of course I did," he said. "That's why I gave you something to take your mind off it, can't have my wife coming over the pillows when she's getting her bum caned." 

"Bastard," I called him. He was smiling.

"Would you have wanted it to happen?" He asked. "We'd have time to do it again before the kids arrive, you know, like re-run the movie but with a different ending." P was amused.

"I was so close, so really close, I don't know what I wanted, I suppose I won't until it happens one day and then I'll know...if it does," I added for good measure.

He said he'd been very tempted to take me then and there, he'd observed my well striped bottom increasing its thrusts to meet his cane and he'd heard the lust in my cries but he made his decision and exercised control. I said I was appreciative, I wouldn't have wanted it to happen like that. Then almost in the same breath told him I wouldn't mind it happening now though. The fucking not the caning. He knew I was horny.

Half an hour later after he'd finished his prep he took me upstairs and put me out of my misery, had me kneel doggy-style on the bed, memories of the caning flooding back, knickers down, I was soaking pushed myself hard onto his bloated cock letting out a little whimper as my still sore bottom hit his muscled thighs. P must have been as horny as me judging from the amount of yum he spurted into me and we collapsed onto the bed. We lay there a while enjoying the afterglow then P said, "So what's it to be next time then?"

I told him I'd leave it to his discretion, then I felt wet dripping down my inner thighs and told him to roll over and put his hand down there to catch some of the mess, I'd have to change the duvet otherwise. He said leave it, it would dry. Men don't understand that sort of thing.

Anyway I think I'd very much like to come during a caning. I guess it's not the sort of thing you can guarantee, I shall certainly report it if and when:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

"Don't dare make me orgasm!"

My words the other morning when I was lying across my husband's lap getting my backside paddled.

"I don't make you orgasm," my amused husband said as he tightened his grip on my waist.

"I mean it P, I don't want a fucking orgasm, it's against my will." I was wriggling against his thighs trying to get my groin to line up with his knee and trying to avoid it at the same time. I could hear the genuine pleasure in my husband's voice as he rested the paddle on my back to slip his thumb in the waist band of my knickers and pull them down. "Well if you don't want a 'fucking' orgasm, as you put it, I'd better finish this off in quite a different way and add a bit extra for the bad language."

I got my bottom paddled really hard and the orgasm which had been building, encouraged by my nearest and dearest, dissipated and I ended up with a very sore bottom and a mouth full of yum. Sometimes you don't want an orgasm (I could never have imagined saying that years ago), you want the need for one to be there but not actually get it. Not then anyway.

We talked light heartedly about it afterwards, I said I would have reported him for forcing me to have an orgasm. He roared with laughter, I giggled. After he'd gone out I was sitting on well warmed bottom, googling spanking orgasms. There's loads of stuff out there, much more than last time I searched which was probably a couple of years ago. Maybe more women getting orgasms from spankings or maybe they're just prepared to talk about it more.

Anyway a couple that amused me.....

One that offered 'How to Spank A Woman To Orgasm' in 5 easy steps.  I thought really? A bit like painting by numbers, so easy? Well according to an old article I found in Made Man it is and the author Mason Kaho lists them as follows, with accompanying advice to each step which I haven't pasted but it's there online if you want to take a look:-

    Tell her ahead of time what she has coming
    Make her choose the implement
    Start slow then increase the intensity
    Be verbal
    Go in for the finish 

Now I know, and I'm sure most of us do, that it isn't so straightforward at all but his text is informative and I identified with a lot of what he said. Clearly his advice is based on co-operation and and a willingness from both parties to achieve said orgasm. But what about getting an orgasm which hasn't been planned?

Ah well, I found another article, from Lady Smut (yes that's correct but the article isn't smutty at all), written by Rachel Krame Bussel, which gives a brief account, taken from a book, of a female pop start who gets arrested for shoplifting and trades her would-be sentence for a series of spankings. I have a little clip below:-

"...There was a mean sting on my skin when his large hand first made contact, followed by a deep ache in my flesh as it absorbed the full force of the strike. He spread the slaps around, alternating sides, occasionally landing near the juncture between my thighs—those were the best ones.

Each time, pain roared through my body, making my nipples throb and my cunt clench in sympathy. But it was a delicious torture that built with the burn until I was on fire. I could feel my juices sliding past my cunt lips and onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe it; I was going to come, just from him spanking me..."

I liked her writing, plain and to the point. So there....the 'with consent and intention' orgasm and the 'without consent taken by surprise' orgasm. I know which I prefer but unfortunately hardly ever get, probably because we know each other too well. Still, I'm not complaining....except when he tries to force me:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Best Blow Jobs

So I was across my husband's lap on Saturday morning, not long showered, my dressing gown hoisted above my waist, getting my backside reddened by his sensitive, creative, strong hands. I use the adjectives because the pleasure they give me between my legs or massaging my muscles are no less important to me than the pain pleasure they give to my bottom. Like many of us I still adore a good long hand spanking and, under the right conditions, I can quite easily reach a point where I'm on the edge of orgasm. That is something which has grown over the past few years and P has been aware of it and knows how to accelerate or neutralise it as he sees fit.

It doesn't happen with all spankings and I'm glad it doesn't, but with 'cosy spankings', as I tend to think of them, ones which are happening for no real reason other than my husband wanting to, it is not unusual. (it's funny when I think that at one time I would read about girls getting spanked and orgasming and think they were making it up)

Anyway back to Saturday morning and I was getting towards that point when, for me, the wriggling gets more intense, I grind against P's thighs with a different rhythm and my voice takes on a husky tone. Warm melty feelings start within and I know what's coming, or not, as was the case on Saturday. You see P reads the signs as easily as I feel them and sometimes he allows it to happen and other times he teases me, keeps me on the edge, wanting, begging with my body I don't even have to say a word. I hate it and love it, sometimes he lets me cool off and then brings me back to the edge again several times with each time getting stronger. A few key words can tip me over, a threat to spank harder, a warning not to be 'naughty' when I'm across his lap, that if I am 'naughty' and start coming he'll spank me so hard I won't sit down for a week, you know the kind of things. Well he didn't use those kind of words, instead he stopped spanking me mid wriggle and told me so slither off his lap onto the floor.

I was confused, I wondered if he'd heard the front door open or something, he didn't say anything at first but he could see the look on my face and he smiled as he released the drawstring on his shorts and pushed the waistband down to lift his balls and cock, which was engorged and glistening with precum, over the top. I think I said 'oh god' or it might have been 'oh fuck' in my best husky voice and I know I whimpered, I still had the feeling between my legs and in my tummy and I wanted to come very much but I was also salivating at the proposition in front of me and I instinctively licked my lips and looked up with big girly eyes at my husband's face. "Do it," he said. I didn't need telling a second time.

His hands were on my head guiding me masterfully, not that I needed it but it adds to the pleasure. I wanted to ask him if he could somehow reach down and spank me while I was doing it, I mumbled it but it's hard to make sense when your mouth's full of cock, he just told me to shut up, stop talking and get on with it. "You do the best blow jobs when you're not allowed an orgasm yourself, have I ever told you that? No don't answer, just keep going. I bet your little pussy's dripping for it isn't it, don't answer, you won't be able to in a minute because you'll be busy swallowing like a good girl." Christ I wanted to come and I wanted to swallow him all at the same time, I went to put my hand between my legs but he exploded before it got there which was probably just as well as I might have injured him in the intensity of the moment.

I rested my head on his lap, licking the yum off my lips and a bit which had spilled on his shorts. I put my hand between my legs and started thrusting my bottom. He told me to stop it he wouldn't have me masturbating. I told him I need it and I wouldn't stop. He told me he wouldn't tolerate that sort of behaviour and he wouldn't tolerate disobedience. "You're going back over my lap young lady, we'll soon see what you will or won't do."  I said I was sorry as he pulled me up and back over his lap, I thought he might spank me gently enough to orgasm but he didn't, he spanked me really hard for two or three minutes alternating hands to get good coverage. I was excited like crazy but the orgasm had gone, he'd spanked it down. He stopped and told me to go get dressed and not to dare masturbate in front of him again or it would be the cane next time. He sounded really strict and I loved being sent off with a scolding on top of the spanking. 

I was like a cat on a hot tin roof for the rest of the day, we went into town together and I nuzzled against him at every opportunity. Late in the afternoon he took me upstairs and put me out of my misery, or was it ecstasy, probably both:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx       

Please don't

"Please don't spank me like that again."

My words. So, you hear words like that and you think poor dear, she must have been spanked really hard, she's been beaten (so to speak) beyond reason, waving a white flag, her bastard husband must have gone over the top.

Well no, not at all. You see what happened was I got spanked otk with a shortened straight cane and it made me orgasm. I'd been playing around complaining that I hadn't been spanked for ages, I wondered if P had forgotten how, it was light hearted stuff. Anyway he warned me repeatedly to be careful what I wished for and not to taunt him about losing his spanking prowess, or should that be his spanking 'spark' as in whatever it takes to kick one off. Well I didn't heed his warnings, I sensed a spanking was just around the corner if I kept on at him.

Then the other evening, he told me he wanted me upstairs, there was no reason given so I guessed it had to be spanking. It was and he wanted me across his lap with him seated on our futon and me lengthwise with my head overhanging one end and my legs dangling at the other. My jeans were undone and lowered to my thighs, my knickers still in place as he spanked me for a few minutes with his very capable hands. I was pleasantly warm when he asked me if I'd care to repeat some of the things I'd said over the last few days about not being spanked for ages. I didn't care to, so he repeated a few for me. Then he told me I didn't feel so cheeky now I was across his lap with a sore backside, did I? Well actually I felt very cheeky indeed, and horny too, and I told him it wasn't just the scarcity of spankings but the quality too, I'd forgotten to mention that, I said.

OK so I know this is all predictable but it's how it goes sometimes. Bottom line was he had the cane concealed behind a cushion and he withdrew it and told me perhaps a caning would subdue my cheekiness. I asked him if he could remember how to give one. My knickers came down immediately and I squealed with delight, then ouched when the first stroke cut into my naked bottom. And it was from that point onwards that my spanking took a new direction, you see the second stroke was lighter than the first and the ensuing strokes followed the same pattern. They were stingy but not painful, not by a cane slut's standards anyway, and P was rambling on about what cheeky girls got when they overstepped the mark etc etc, nonsense of course but the sort of stuff which appeals to me. Then I started to get feelings, I mean the almost unstoppable type. I was grinding my pubis as hard as I could into my husband's thigh, he noticed it and warned me to keep still or he'd cane me harder and suddenly the 'almost' was history as waves gushed though me and I writhed like an eel against my husband, getting caned harder as threatened, in tune with my orgasm which rose to a vulgar crescendo.

It left me breathless and emptied. The caning stopped. It probably should have continued a while. P seemed pleased, his cock was hard I could feel it. I felt cheated. That was when I asked him to please not do that to me again. He said he hadn't done anything, I said oh yes he bloody well had and we both laughed.

The thing is, it was really powerful and I say that as one who can and does get multiple orgasms and who also likes cock. A lot. But it had neutralised me, really, stripped me of lust. And I'm ashamed to say my husband's cock stayed unattended until much later that evening.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

I don't want to 'cum'

And I didn't, well not properly, not the big wave that rushes through me and leaves me sated and limp. I got ripples, very pleasant ripples, but not the big one. And that left me horny for the rest of the day which, my husband says, makes me more interesting. Oh really, P, well you try getting in my skin and see how 'interesting' it feels when you're told you're not going to be allowed ('allowed', for gods sake) to bloody well cum, especially after your cock's been thumping into me and exploded all over my arse.

This was on Saturday afternoon, late, and I'd just been caned, or should I say spanked or looped, I'm not sure because it had been with the 'loopy johnny' (not for beginners) but there isn't really a verb specific to the beastly implement. It doesn't see the light of day often, it was bought years ago and used on me somewhere in Spain for the first time and caused me to safeword, I think the only occasion I can ever remember doing that, it was so bad and unexpected. Since then it's been used just a few times, but with much less fervour, by my husband and I've acclimatised to it a bit. Anyway so as not to bore you, I'd been a bit cheeky with P (his take, I'd say flirty) about the 'banquet' he was apparently going to prepare for the evening as we had guests coming and he took me upstairs to teach me not to be so cheeky.

He put me over his knee, wrestled my jeans down to my thighs and applied the loopy johnny to my knickered bottom. It wasn't hard at first which gave me confidence to come up with some more cheek, the sting from the loopy increased then subsided and my husband's firm hand kneaded my buttocks as he told me what happened to cheeky girls, my husband's voice alone can sometimes start me off, it's deep but soft and convincing, I started rubbing, or humping as he calls it, against his thigh. The loopy started again, harder now but I was 'humping' so it excited me and made me do it harder, my husband can play me like a musical instrument at times, he gauged pain with pleasure just right, with words of admonishment thrown in for good measure, I asked him to put his left hand down under my tummy inside my knickers, he wouldn't, I said please I was close, he still wouldn't and said I was rude to ask and I thought what a bastard, and then he said rude girls got their knickers taken down and thrashed harder and I felt his thumbs in the waistband and the wash of cool air over my bottom as he pulled the back of my pants down just below my cheeks and I started wriggling like a rattlesnake it just tipped me over the edge and as he whacked my thrusting bottom with the loopy I 'rippled', what do you really call it, a pre-orgasm, a mini-orgasm, I don't know but it was nice and I wanted more and stayed in position waiting expectantly.

My husband put his hand inside my knickers and felt me and told me I was wet. I said I didn't want to cum, I often say that when I really do, I wanted him to spank me more first though, greedy girl that I am. He told me to get up off his lap, shit I thought it was over, then he bent me over the little desk we have in our spare room office and told me I wasn't going to be allowed to cum, then he pulled my knickers a little further down and shoved his cock into me, he told me he was just going to 'master' me (what the hell does that mean), use me as his cock's plaything, oh christ I was writhing on the desk in an instant, I just kept whimpering please please but each time I pushed back onto his cock he moved back too so I didn't get what I wanted and I can tell you I wanted it so bad. Then I felt the lovely head of his cock pull out, no no don't do that and I pushed my bum back searching for it and then I felt him spraying his load over my hot cheeks and into my crack and I kept saying oh fuck, oh fuck but managed to keep still so that none of his spunk missed me. When he'd emptied he tugged at my knickers to wipe his cock and then pulled them up over my spunk covered bottom and told me he'd finished with me and I could pull my jeans up and come downstairs and he'd find me a few jobs to do in the kitchen.

Oh dear, how wicked did I feel working alongside him in the kitchen, my spanked and spunked bottom still stinging and sticky from him, being given menial tasks to perform which I was sure he could have done far quicker than me but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I brushed against him whenever possible and chatted away happily not mentioning at all what he'd just done to me but wishing deep down he'd do it again or just plain take me over the counter when he'd got as much done as he needed to.

Well he didn't fuck me, instead we each had a mug of tea when he'd got himself organised and sat together on the sofa looking through some stuff on my laptop. Near 6pm I said I was going to get a shower before our guests arrived, my bum was sticking to my knickers which had gone hard in parts, I thought he might join me but he made no move. Then as I went out the door he told me to stomp the floor when I was done, I thought it was so he could grab a shower himself but I was wrong. Instead, after my stomp, he came up into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed in my robe, sat next to me and pulled me across his lap and gave me a burning hot hand spanking on my bare bottom, I asked him almost breathlessly what that was for and he just said it was to keep me horny. Then he kissed me on the cheek and went back downstairs.

I stayed horny for the rest of the evening, I wondered if our guests noticed, does one exude horn? I don't know but I kind of enjoyed being not allowed to cum and even after they'd gone and the evening was over and P came into the kitchen to help me finish tidying, I still wanted it. I had to wait till the following day to get it and when I did there was no question of ripples, it was one great big wave. So I kind of liked not-cumming, perhaps P's right and it does keep you on a sort of high, but I still prefer actual cumming. I think:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx      

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Inexplicable Cumming

I think I'm gradually morphing into some kind of spankoholic or transcending to another level or something.

I got spanked last week, it wasn't for any misdemeanour or anything, it was because my husband had decided to, sometimes it means sex but not always. Anyway I got a good spanking, pretty hard and pretty long, about thirty minutes worth, and when it stopped P started rubbing my back, soothingly. He also ran his hands up and down my thighs but didn't touch the area he'd seared, nor did he stray between my legs where I was desperately willing him to. I was making all the right mmm noises and squirming and squeaking a bit as his hands soothed me. I could feel his cock hard under my left hip but couldn't squirm my way against it like I wanted to, it was very frustrating and it made me want even more. My movements must have made it perfectly obvious that I needed attention but my husband steadfastly refrained from touching me intimately or allowing me to rub against him.

This went on for some minutes then I said he'd better spank me some more then if he wasn't going to masturbate me or let me masturbate myself or better still fuck me, for gods sake put me out of my misery one way or another. P told me he wasn't going to give me any satisfaction at all and if I kept on begging (his word) for it he'd give me such a spanking I wouldn't be sitting down for the rest of the day. All this time remember his left hand is comforting my back and shoulders and his right is caressing my thighs. Whether his words triggered me I don't know but suddenly I felt an orgasm starting, deep down and rising and I started bucking on my husband's lap desperate to find any part of him to rub my pussy against. I think superhuman strength accompanies orgasms because my husband is strong but I still managed to release the grip he'd put on me when he saw what was happening but I didn't get to rub where I wanted. I just came, massively and desperately and then collapsed onto his lap as if I'd just completed a marathon. 

My husband told me I was very naughty. I told him it was his fault. He said he hadn't touched me sexually at all, he'd just spanked me and then comforted me a bit and then suddenly Wham! I was off, orgasming for England as he put it. He repeated it was very naughty, he said my mind was corrupt, it was inexplicable.

Then he spanked me again, oh my god it hurts after you've come but oh my god I wanted it to happen. I kept pleading with him to stop and praying that he wouldn't at the same time. I felt really really naughty after he was done spanking me, his repeated scolding was music, I was starting to feel horny again as he adjusted me and himself on our little futon and told me to unzip his fly. Oh shit he was enormous and his head was glistening with precum and I didn't need any telling at all.

Corrupt mind maybe, but do you think I'm booking an appointment with a shrink?

Ronnie

xx

I want you to seethe

I'm just following up on my little Bank Holiday Monday trip which one or two have asked me about. It did take place, I did get spanked prior to setting out, I did bag a few bargains and I did have a lovely meal out in the evening. Didn't get spanked a second time later in the day though because a new neighbour came round to borrow a tool off P and we got chatting and it made us a bit late so spanking 2 didn't happen which was a pity because I really wanted it as I'd been simmering all day.

When P spanked me in the morning before setting off, he told me he was going to do it hard, with his hand, and really make me sting, he said he wanted me seething till half way up the motorway. I said I didn't think I'd be seething because that's harbouring unexpressed anger isn't it and I doubted I'd be angry. My husband said I hadn't had the spanking yet so I better not count my chickens, then he told me not to correct him and that he wanted me seething with unexpressed sexual emotion. I still don't think it was the right word but I got the idea. And liked it.

My husband has very good hands, he's not a manual worker but likes doing manual work, his hands are strong, he uses them very well and I love them especially when they're holding me in place for a sound hard spanking, which was what I got about twenty minutes before we left the house for the Motorway Monday morning. He took my jeans and knickers down in our little office and had me across his lap on the futon and tanned my backside till I was wailing and had to bite on one of the cushions to keep the noise down so that he wouldn't stop too soon. Ooh I like it like that, no warm up no messing around, get on with it, it left me gasping and rubbing my backside as he stood me up. He told me he hoped I'd be a good girl for the rest of the day and there'd be another dose of the same later if I wasn't. 'Now, knickers and jeans up, car, 5 minutes or else' he snapped. We were on the road in less than 5.    

My bottom, which felt larger in my tight jeans and certainly hotter than it had half an hour ago, remained sensitive to movement for some while and I had my hand on my husband's lap before we even got on the motorway. Somewhere past Stafford he asked me if I was seething, I said I didn't think I was but I was definitely simmering. He said good that was probably the word he should have used. 

  

I simmered quite a lot during the day I can tell you, relieved by the distractions of trying clothes on from time to time but the simmering didn't really abate and on the way home I was thoroughly looking forward to a second round of spanking before going out to dinner. You already know it didn't happen that way, I didn't get a second spanking but I was still simmering in the restaurant and made it known, and I did get one almighty orgasm after we got home:) It was a lovely day.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

It was about time

But I still didn't like it. Not at the time and not for some while afterwards I can tell you.

You see I got spanked very hard, now that's not so terribly unusual for me depending on the occasion, but usually there's background of sassiness, intentional disobedience, wilfulness, provocation or just plain simple fun. I sometimes wonder when I/we are going to run out of spanking ammunition after so many years but I'm pleased to say the enthusiasm isn't showing any serious sign of waning yet although there might be longer droughts than there used to be. Anyway this spanking was, what should I call it, 'real'. That sounds silly but it's not and I shall explain.

My husband (and me naturally) has discovered that if you take the sex element out of spanking completely, the effect of the spanking, regardless of intensity, is entirely different, obviously affected by state of mind. So a punishment spanking, which I don't get often enough, hurts of course and there's no sex attached or at least not with the ones I've had, not if they've been really punishment, but there is nevertheless and underlying frisson and it helps me take the spanking, it's sexy (to me) to be punished. Right so I'm kinky and that's ok. But........if you extract that kink, erase it, neutralise it (temporarily of course) then I'm like a vanilla girl just getting a good spanking with no subliminal feelings to help me out. So how to erase those feelings?

P knows and he's done it before but as part of play. I've posted about it a few times but this was different. Masturbation is the answer. Simple. Masturbate, orgasm, empty feelings, spank. Ouch. 

We'd had words the night before, silly reason a disagreement over a movie, I dug my heels in, he did the same, voices raised, son was at home and came downstairs and it trailed off. But clearly it wasn't forgotten, at least not by P although nothing more was said. Next morning in bed, I woke with P's hand between my legs, I'm not a great morning person but this type of wake-up is acceptable, I started to turn towards him but he stopped me, told me he was going to make me come, he said he was going to make me come a lot, in my knickers right there in the bed. I felt myself moisten. He said after I'd orgasmed, and after he'd made sure there were no more waiting in the wings, he wanted to have a word with me. His fingers must have been wet now as my knickers definitely were, he insisted I kept them on by the way, he wouldn't say what the word was about and I was reaching the point of not caring. He told me he could feel my little nub getting hard and he liked it, he said he liked making it sore, he said he liked parting my lips, especially when his tongue was down there, he asked me if I'd like his tongue down there right now, he said he bet I would, I didn't need to answer or say anything he just carried on and I just moaned and eventually I felt it coming, no little surges just one big overpowering orgasm which made me thrust myself against him and cling to him so hard I'm sure I must have left marks where my fingers and nails dug in. I lay there panting, getting my breath back, basking in the afterglow, relishing my man. 

After a few minutes he prised himself away from me and slithered under the duvet, his tongue found the wetness between my legs and started to lick. I let him because it felt nice but I didn't have anything left and told him so, he'd taken all I'd got. "Good," he said, "because now I'm going to spank you."

He sat up with his back against the headboard and pulled me across his knees. He told me it was for being so contrary last night, so adamant that I was right, defiant in the face of the obvious fact that he'd been right, making him raise his voice etc etc, he goes on a bit. He said because he'd 'drained' me I'd be getting a real spanking, it was about time I felt one, a spanking like naughty girls got when they didn't have any kinky little thoughts tucked away deep inside to help them out. He said I was just going to get my bottom spanked good and hard and that I wouldn't like it but would do me good and restore a bit of respect blah blah blah. And then he started, his hand at first over my knickers then he dragged my knickers down and reached a paddle from under his pillow (so he'd obviously planned this) and told me this was going to hurt very much and make my botttom sore and swollen for the rest of the day. And he was right and I didn't want it and I kept thinking as he was doing it, 'I'm a naughty girl.... getting my bottom spanked hard by my man... and it won't stop.... until I'm in tears..' and such like things, hoping to elicit sexy little kinky thoughts from deep down to come and rescue me. But they didn't, I couldn't find any, I just got well and truly spanked and when he'd finished me I didn't even want to give him a blow job, just get off his lap and into another room where he couldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes. 

I didn't see my husband for a couple of hours after that, not until I arrived at the office. He was cheery enough, I was polite. I told him he'd bruised my bottom. He said good. He said that was the way he was going to spank me when I was out of line from now on, I didn't think he could possibly mean it because he often says things and doesn't follow them through but I thought about it on and off for the rest of the day.

Maybe it was about time I got to feel how it must be for a vanilla to get spanked. I'm hoping he doesn't do it again because I'd like to keep it in my mind exactly as it was. And I think if he repeated it I think my corrupt mind would probably try to find ways to convert it into something sexy, even desirable, and knowing me it would probably work.

Ronnie

xx 

I deleted my post by mistake but luckily I kept a copy. Sorry to anyone who left a comment. they were deleted as well.

Why we have sex

"I have just made an interesting discovery. If you are a women looking for a shag, then reading a book called 'Why Women Have Sex' is the way to do it"....so says journalist Daisy Goodwin in yesterday's Sunday Times Review. The book is written by David Buss and Cindy Meston (Head of 'Women's Orgasm Committee' for the World Health Organisation - yes I could hardly believe it too but it's true).

They interviewed over 1000 women and came up with some interesting and amusing reasons why the fair sex say yes, including to get presents, because they feel sorry for the guy,. it helps their migraines, it gives them a clearer complexion (Joan Crawford), it goes on.

Apparently size matters but more likely the dimension of his wallet than his equipment. One women reported having sex with a guy with a 9" x 3" penis and said "it took some effort to get it in but once it was in it could barely move, one of the least satisfying sexual encounters ever".

Don't know about you guys, I must be in another world as the article didn't fit my profile at all. Maybe I should write to the head of the women's orgasm committee at the W.H.O. and let her know she needs to do more research.

And by the way, does W.H.O. have a men's orgasm committee or should that be ejaculation committee? If not why not?

Ronnie

xx