Hotel de Fesser

Yes it's true according to yesterday's Sunday Times, and good for them I'd say. They're called 'love hotels' now. I've visited the district in question, not far from the Moulin Rouge, but hadn't been aware of the transformation that was going on or some of the history and famous people who visited the brothels of old, including a previous Prince of Wales who used to frequent one particular establishment to use its 'love chair' which allowed him to service, and be serviced by, several women simultaneously. Herman Goering apparently also visited Le Chabanais, one of the most expensive of its day, it doesn't actually say what Mr Goering's preferences were. 

Part of the article is here:-

Most of the old bars à hostesse — lower-class brothels in the red light district of Pigalle — have been remodelled as cocktail bars, tea rooms and tapas restaurants. At least one has become a health food shop. “The Internet is to blame,” said Ali, the ticket seller at the Museum of Eroticism, a local tourist attraction. “Men meet women on the computer these days. Not in the girlie bars or on the street.”

The Hôtel Amour, once a hôtel de passe for prostitutes and their clients, has become a Parisian landmark with erotically themed bedrooms and weekend brunches served by waitresses selected, according to management, for their looks. Not content with that, the owners have opened Hôtel Grand Amour in a neighbouring district. A statue of Mickey Mouse sporting an outsize phallus stands on the reception desk. The walls on the upper floors are covered in photographs of bottoms and breasts, the carpets with dotted pink phalluses and the female equivalent.

A bit naughty them bringing Mickey Mouse into their designs, I thought.

Anyway on my next trip to Paris, which I keep telling P he must share with me, I shall be investigating in more detail than I could last time, when I had our son with me. I shall be looking for 'spank hotels' or perhaps that should be 'hotels de fesser'.

I'm already practising appropriate phrases 'Où est l'hôtel de fesser le plus proche?' Bet I'll get some funny looks.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Pussy Spanking in Paris

I bet you've wondering why I haven't told you all about my deliciously sexy spanking in Paris last week aren't you. No? Non? Oh OK then I'll shut up.

Nah only joking, I don't shut up that easily. The reasons I haven't told you about it are firstly I couldn't transfer the photos I took to my new laptop (have been busy as well) and secondly I didn't get spanked. The reason for the photos was cable missing and my camera doesn't have infra red or bluetooth, the reason for the lack of spanking was P wasn't with me; my son took me as a Mother's Day treat, how's that for a crazy idea, he knew I'd been wanting to go for ages but P keeps putting it off (it's silly really because it's only an hour's flight away) so he just booked tickets and said 'Right that's it, you're coming with me I'll give you a lightning tour (he's been) of the main attractions, there and back in a day, if you like it then you can come back and tell Dad he's got to come with you next time and spend a bit longer'.

So off we went. And the weather was beautiful, the company was great, our son is fun to be around nothings a problem nothings too serious, a really wonderful and exhausting day.

I saw all the main sites, didn't go up the Eiffel Tower because of the queues,

climbed to the top of Sacre Coeur (300 steps) though which has amazing views over Paris, we had lunch (takeaway baguettes) in the Jardin de Tuileries which is between the Louvre the Place de la Concorde and a couple of beers in a cute little side street bar in Montmarte which is the seedy district where famous French artists used to congregate and work, it's the red light district now, I suppose the equivalent to London's Soho. My son was propositioned there, really, good job his mom was around to save him, and there was the most amazing contraption I've ever seen in a sex shop window, it was a 'pussy spanking chair' well that's what I called it as there was a girl sitting on it which was what caught my eye at first but then she got up and the chair was exposed, I snapped it, slightly awkwardly I might add as my son was with me.

People had told me Paris was frantic and that French people were hurried and rude and didn't like the English but I have to say I found them all absolutely fine. On one short metro ride I fell right into a man's lap when the thing suddenly stopped and I wasn't holding on, he was very nice about it or I think he was it all sounded so charming in French, and on the ride back to the airport a man offered me his seat which I thought was very chivalrous although I also wondered why, did I look knackered or fragile or something, then I just put it down to chivalry.

I took loads of pics and I won't bore you with them because tourist sites do them all better, but I have to show you the pussy spanking chair..

and why not the Moulin Rouge.

Needless to say I want to go back, I told P he's got to come with me, I mean, an hour's flight, come on P.

Ronnie

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Do You?

After your spanking...

Take a look in the mirror to see how red your bottom is?

Me, I have to take a peek.

Do You?

Paris was wonderful, weather gorgeous. We have a busy weekend ahead but if I have time to write I'll tell you all about it.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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Tied up in Paris

Not like this...

...in Paris visiting the sites

I'll tell you about it when I get back.

Ronnie

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Bottom Protection for Parisien Ladies 1818

In 1818 in Paris there was a new epidemic. Individuals were going round punching sharp objects into the rear of ladies bottoms.

The first case reported - was a young lady sitting on a bench when she felt a sharp pang which made her loose consciousness. Then a few days later, a lady walking in the Palais Royal on the arm of her husband, was wounded in the left buttock.

The cases occurred with increasing frequency, so that this "epidemic puncturer" became an alarming problem for the authorities. The ladies refused to leave home alone so the police devised a ruse: They hired twenty young ladies who'd would walk through the streets of Paris slowly and making their movements as stimulating as possible for attracting the attention of the "puncturer." Two plainclothes officers followed them at a safe distance and would intervene if the maniacs made their appearance. They were unsuccessful and after 8 days it was abandoned. Some manufactures played on the concern on the women. One manufacturer launched an anti-venum ointment against the pricks and the other made this light metal bottom protectors.

Finally, on February 1 1820 the court sentenced to five years in prison Bizeul Auguste-Marie, a tailor, thirty five years, accused of having punctured four ladies. This warning wasn't effective as it continued to 1821 but he still served his full sentence.

An amusing article I spotted a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I thought I had saved the link to it but I can't find it.

Ronnie

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