I hate Ryanair

But I love them (temporarily) too. They got me into trouble which got me spanked.....but they also got me a holiday. Eventually.

I'm overdue a sunshine break, by my own reckoning, I mean there's no sound basis for assessing my 'overdueness' other than how I feel but that's good enough for me. So I started browsing for somewhere, just for a few days, where sunshine would be more or less guaranteed and with decent food, nice people, swimming for P (he prefers the sea not pools) and comfortable accommodation. I started off with bookings.com, as I'm familiar with their search site and we've used them several times before, and they came up with plenty all within easy travel times. I chose an option in Portugal which got really good ratings 9.4 and reviews and, best of all, I could book with no credit card and free cancellation up to 09 June if I changed my mind.

So I booked, got my confirmation email and forwarded it on to my nearest and dearest, pleased as punch with myself. I got an email back within minutes telling me it was very nice but where's the rest of the details, how are we going to get there. Easy peasy, I thought, and opened Ryanair.com. Oh dear, they could do the dates and from a midland airport but their times and prices were definitely not good. Ryanair don't do 'book without a card' and 'cancel later if you have to'...you're either in or you're out. And minutes later the flight could be sold out or price changed. So I called P and told him, he said it was ridiculous, not to book it, the flights would cost more than the whole rest of the trip put together. I told him I'd find a better deal and asked him if he agreed in principle. He said the dates were ok and yes it was a nice idea and wished me luck with the airlines. I didn't have any luck, easyjet, jet2, even thomascook, all ridiculous. We could fly from London but that's a hassle for a short break and I discounted it.

I gave up on the dates I wanted and started searching other dates not too far away. Then Bingo! I found a silly money return flight for two of us for £113 (that's not a typo, for TWO) and the times were good and the airport only forty minutes drive and so I booked it. I didn't tell P, I thought I'd sort the accommodation out first and tell him when he got home. Well I was still searching when he came through the door. He thought I was still looking for flights and said I should give up so I told what I'd done and he beamed at the price but then I told him the dates had to change a bit and I'd added a couple of nights on to get that great deal. His face straightened. So what was I looking for now, he asked. I told him it was the accommodation which was now the problem, they didn't have dates to match our flights.

"Shit! You've got things the wrong way round," he said. "You don't pay just because it's a bargain price and then find you can't get the accommodation, that's crazy." He went to go upstairs to change but then turned round. "It's out of the frying pan into the fire, it's ridiculous."

"It's isn't ridiculous, it's a good deal, I'll get accommodation," I said.

"And how long have you been looking so far?" He stood in the doorway waiting.

"About forty minutes," I lied, it had been over an hour. I could almost hear his mind working. Was he going to spank me? He was.

"You better come upstairs with me. Now," And he was off, me following seconds later.

He wasn't in the office so I went into our bedroom, he hadn't changed yet just taken off his top. He's quite tanned from doing work in our son's garden over a few days last weekend, I still like seeing him work with his top off in fact I like seeing him with his top off period. Even when he's going to spank me. Which he did and hard, accompanied by lecturing about jumping the gun and not going into action before getting my brain into gear and then...oh yes...checking with him first. Well if I always checked with him there would never be any surprises would there!

"I'll still get us somewhere to stay, really, there's plenty available I just want it to be nice. For you!" I shouted as my knickers slipped further to my knees with my kicking and struggling.

I don't know whether that got through to him or whether he thought perhaps he was overreacting or whether he was just feeling a bit horny or maybe a bit of each. Anyway he stopped spanking. His hand rested on my bottom though, decision time for me, should I say something to further incite him or leave the ball in his court? I kept quiet; even though I wanted more spanking I wanted a sunshine break more. He told me to pull my knickers up and to go downstairs, he'd come and join me and we'd see what we could find together. I could see the bulge in his crotch and thought I hope he brings that with him.

So bottom line is, the accommodation we wanted was nearly available all but one day on their website so P emailed the owners and they came back really quickly and said they could do it if we didn't mind a room change for the last night. So we said yes and I cancelled the previous booking no problem no charge (why can't Ryanair be that friendly:)) and now we're having a longer break.

It's always a struggle to get P to agree to taking time out, he always does it eventually, just needs a bit of coaxing. I think he's even warming to the idea. I haven't told him yet that the bargain price doesn't include seat choices or hold baggage or fast boarding or whatever else Ryanair can come up with. But that will happen soon enough because it's only about 4 weeks away. Perhaps that will be a spanking too although I hope I don't have to wait that long for another.

Ronnie

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Bonfire Night

I forgot to tell you, didn't I, I got spanked on Friday, Bonfire Night. Well twice actually, although as I didn't get to pull my jeans up in between I suppose it could be treated as one. Not a sexy spanking either, even though certain feelings did bubble up a while later. It started as a firm rebuff against certain manipulations on my part and finished as a humdinger for not keeping my underwear ship shape (and perhaps I was a bit lippy when he admonished me about the underwear).

For readers not familiar with UK traditions, Nov 5th is an annual celebration when people gather around bonfires and set off fireworks, accompanied by outdoor eating and drinking. Friday was an awful evening for outdoor celebrations, it was wet and windy but in spite of it millions of stoic families braved the elements, our son was off to a country pub hog roast with friends, we were staying in. Opportunity, thought I.

From mid afternoon I'd been dropping un subtle hints about the evening, the rain and I hoped it wouldn't kill the celebrations and did P think our son and friends would cancel because of the weather and did P remember what happened last time we experienced considerable rain (it was a downpour in Portugal during which I got thoroughly spanked), and brushing against my husband as he tried to work at his desk, talking more than I needed to and generally irritating him. We got home, I learned our son was still going out and made sure P was aware, fireworks were already starting to light the sky (families with young kids start early), we had a simple dinner which I helped prepare and which P could have done in half the time without me faffing around him. After dinner I said it was too early to watch a movie, what did P fancy doing. He told me he had something he needed to do and my face dropped, I thought he had unfinished work or calls to make.

Then he told me to come with him upstairs, he took me into our little spare room office, not the bedroom which I had been hoping for, pulled the chair out from the desk and had me stand at his side.

''All afternoon you've been touching, interrupting, hinting''... he was undoing the thin patent belt on my black jeans..... ''that you need some attention''... he was pulling my jeans down....''and you're going to get more attention than you bargained for because you've been a pain in the arse frankly''....my jeans were at my knees now exposing my hold-ups, I know its a bit obvious, who wears hold-ups under jeans except sluts who need spanking....''and I've told you before about being manipulative''.....his left hand pulled my upper arm and his right hand pushed my bottom and I was across his knee staring at the carpet....''haven't I?''

''Haven't I?!'' He bellowed because I hadn't answered. ''Yes,'' was my meek reply.

Then my knickers were pulled down and he started spanking. Hard.

The rain rattled against the window and fireworks crackled and boomed sporadically and covered the sounds of the spanking, P took full advantage and spanked me until I told him I was sorry. Several times. Then he paused, he didn't tell me to get up, I thought his hand would wander between my legs any second but it didn't. Instead I felt his fingers probing the tops on my stockings. ''There's a hole in these, why?'' He said. ''To put my bloody leg in.'' I replied. He didn't laugh, he made me stand and look down and to the rear where the hole was evident.

He told me he didn't like scruffy underwear, it reflected badly on the owner, he said. Unacceptable. And he guided me back across his knee, me making the futile point that I hadn't noticed the hole and they were my underwear anyway and I could wear them anyway I wanted etc etc, only to be drowned out by renewed more vigorous spanking. I thought about all those poor 'Guy Fawkes' who were having bonfires lit beneath them, I was getting my own version, indoors, and in private. It didn't stop until I'd struggled, squirmed and made sufficient noise to satisfy my husband that his wife realised the error of her ways. He let me up and ordered me to pull my knickers and jeans up and make sure to sort my underwear out over the weekend or I'd be back over his knee. Then off he went downstairs, job done, at least as far as he was concerned.

I joined him later, parked myself next to him on the sofa with a smarting bum and we watched some movie with Cameron Diaz which P snoozed on and off to but I enjoyed. After the movie I thought he was asleep but he put his hand on my thigh, didn't say anything as his fingers traced the contours of the elasticated tops of the hold-ups under my jeans then stroked their way further up, I nuzzled into him and purred as I placed my own hand between his legs and found he was extremely awake. I was looking forward to some hanky panky on the sofa when headlights flashed outside and I heard car doors shutting, our son had returned early with a couple of friends, rained off. A bit of a dampener for me too, you could say:)

Out in Birmingham today so catch up with you all later or tomorrow.

Ronnie

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Courtesy of Portugal's Horticulture

Well its Sunday early evening and I've got time to myself, I'm stuffed (not that way) after over-eating last night and then one of P's roasts with friends at lunchtime, we don't normally do Sunday lunch so it makes a change, wine doesn't suit me at lunchtime but now and again I suppose it's OK. Anyway I was going to tell you about our little recent break and how I got a sound spanking courtesy of Portugal's horticulture, so being a girl of my word.......

First I want to remind you we were visiting a luxury resort (it was) but travelling un-luxury Ryanair, hand baggage only, P's insistence on travelling light, I think it makes him feel younger get-off-and-go or something like that. Anyway we had a brief disagreement about the amount of *essential* stuff a girl needs to take, then after resolving that and me loading half my stuff into his bag, who was going to carry an implement in their bag and what would it be? Eventually P said he'd carry one of the little green garden canes he bought in Ireland and he packed it diagonally across the internal zipper of his travel bag. I was relieved he did because I got stopped by security they spotted a bottle of water I'd unthinkingly popped into my bag, they took it and trashed it. P went straight through, I mean he could have had a sharpened point on the end of that cane and taken someone hostage with it (lol), but what was I going to do with 50 cl of mineral water? And do I look like a terrorist? Never mind, some laws are stupidly applied, I got over it and bought another bottle of water after the security check, great business for the water vendors.

The green cane played an important part in my getting soundly spanked and the manner, which is why I mentioned it. You see the green cane was used on my backside on the very afternoon a certain girl had been grumping about the weather (I posted about it, in fact that certain girl may be seen, rear view only, contemplating her misfortune), well she had more to grump about later because it started raining and her ever patient husband carried out his threat, or should that be promise, to tan her backside back at the resort. He said we'd go back get some lunch and wait for the rain to pass and by the time we got back we were both soaked so I went to dry off and change. P followed me into the bedroom two minutes later, I'd stripped to underwear and was towelling my hair, he still had his shorts on which were wet but he didn't seem bothered, he strode across to his baggage, wrested his cane from his bag, sat on the bed right next to me and pulled me across his lap.

This was all very quick I have to say, it caught me unawares in spite of his earlier warning, it wasn't how should I put it, 'orderly'. Well that's life, I objected but he wasn't having any of it, he started caning me right away and told me to grow up about the weather and not to spoil my own or his break by moaning and groaning. He'd booked it at pretty short notice as a nice little surprise for me and there I was giving him a hard time over something none of us have any control over. He was right of course but I wasn't prepared to concede just yet, instead I struggled and told him to put his fucking cane away I had every right to be a bit upset. I must have looked quite funny struggling over his lap, I still had the towel over my head so my obscenities were muffled a bit. P disapproves of me swearing, I don't actually do it all that much, and he caned harder. Then suddenly it stopped and I couldn't imagine why. Then he rolled me off his lap and showed me his cane, it was broken, he looked mortified, I burst out laughing. The rain got heavier, it was absolutely throwing it down, P told me to stay exactly where I was, then he left the bedroom.

I couldn't hear him doing anything because the rain was so hard now it was drumming on the roof like a herd of wildebeest (which I have heard in case you wondered). When my pragmatic husband returned he held a much longer cane in his hand, it was brown and it was obviously taken from the decoration in the lounge, it was also obvious that he'd cut it down somewhat because the full length was about 6ft but this looked between 3-4ft. He was smiling, I was shocked, I was going to object that he'd destroyed fixtures but I didn't get chance. He told me to turn over, not over his lap, this cane was too long for otk, he said. I hesitated. He barked ''Do it. Now! While the rain's still heavy.''

Oh christ I thought, as he stuffed a duck down pillow under my hips and then stood back. ''Naughty girl, breaking my cane then laughing about it. Thought that was you off the hook when it broke, did you? Well the weather you've been moaning about is going to do me a great favour now and going to mask all the swishing and crying that's about to happen when one ungrateful girl gets her bottom well and truly caned.'' And then he did it, he really swished the damned thing and I felt it cut into my bum and I know I shouted out loud and no one could have heard me. Then I felt it rest and tap across my cheeks before it raised and came crashing down again causing me to yelp out louder and twist aside, hand to my bottom and looking up shocked at my husband. He didn't look as if he'd finished, he hadn't. I made to get up but he stopped me with a firm hand in the middle of my back, which I like, and told me to stay down and take what I deserved and if I didn't he'd velcro my arms and legs and then resume my caning and if the rain had stopped by then everyone would hear me and how would I like that next time I walked into the bar or restaurant. I shuffled back across the pillow and asked him to please not cane me so hard, I was sorry I'd been a brat. Well he gave me another four strokes of that makeshift cane, and they were just as hard or even harder than the first two, and I never cry but I was almost crying now and I couldn't stop wriggling.

Then I felt him get on the bed and then he was holding me and telling me now I knew what to expect if I didn't lighten up, and then I felt his cock pressing hard against me through his wet shorts and I told him again that I was sorry, and then he'd unhooked my bra and was twisting my nipple and I told him my bottom hurt. He just said I deserved it and to let it be lesson and then my hand was on his cock and god I bloody wanted it, I wanted it like I haven't for ages, I mean pure animal, and I turned round and got on top of him tore my pants aside as P pushed his shorts to his thighs and rammed his penis into a dripping well caned girl. I did all the work, I felt like a teenager again and then we came together with P roaring like a lion and spurting so hard I'm sure I felt it deep and hot and molten in my stomach.

Afterwards we lay and cuddled, listening to the rain, and I said we should go buy an umbrella and take a walk along the beach in the rain. Half an hour or so later we made love, slow and lasting and warm and yummy. It wasn't making love earlier, it was something quite different, raw and earthy. There's definitely room for both, in my book anyway.

We skipped lunch. Later that day we had dinner in a restaurant on the beach edge, we know the owner, and I sat a tad uncomfortably and enjoyed clams in wine and garlic and swordfish so fresh I could still taste the Atlantic on it, washed down with local wine. The rain returned as we were leaving so we ran from cover to cover until we got to a bar where they made cocktails and there we sat, outside under the canopy, P drinking beers and me sipping brandy alexanders, laughing and chatting with others in the same boat. So what's wrong with a little bad weather?

Next morning was clear skies not a cloud in sight. I'm not sure which was the best day though:)

Ronnie

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