Punished on the African Queen

So what to do when there's no spankings, well as you know I do try to vary posts with a few newsy snippets and also the occasional flippancy, but I like stories too, so here's one, its true, it was the first time I was ever punished and was quite shocking for me, it happened on a river boat in West Africa which added some glamour and got me over it quicker.

It's a bit long (I know some of you will remember it), but it's what happened. For those who haven't read it, I don’t want to bore you with too much background so please feel free to skip to the spanking - just scroll down to the italics.

We were treated to a holiday by one of our friends, a regular customer, and his girlfriend; he had his own civil engineering business and he'd been given the holiday for 4 by a supplier, anyway we went to the Gambia for 2 weeks. Fabulous holiday.

Eric had booked the four of us into a hotel near Gatwick airport for the night and drove us down in his Silver Cloud, don't get me wrong he wasn't posh just wealthy through hard work and he bought it on a whim only to sell it a few months later, didn't like the ride (which was very soft and floaty), actually I thought the seats would be very comfy if you had a sore bottom, which I didn’t, not at that time anyway. We overindulged in the hotel restaurant and bar, P threatened to spank me but didn't, and we all struggled to get up at 4 am for the flight. Anyway we made it and slept half through the flight to Banjul, which was the tiniest most ramshackle airport I'd ever seen. It might be bigger now, I'm sure the whole place has changed, but twenty odd years ago it was definitely third world and charming for it.

We did lots of sunning, swimming, P learned to windsurf there, I did some early morning exercising and jogging on the beach which was lovely with the lush jungle fringing it and early morning bird and animal noises to keep me company, always within sight of the hotel security guards who were there to protect against muggings. The hotel still used mosquito nets even though it was 5* and right on the beach, it was really quite romantic. We did several sightseeing trips – one of them was on a boat for two days up river and that's what I want to tell you about, it was a fantastic experience and it was also the first time I got spanked as a punishment, which really got me at the time although I'm sure these days I'd regard it differently.

The boat was a major form of transport, local people used to use it to travel up river to buy and sell goods and visit family inland and in the capital Banjul. They would take their animals with them on the boat, sheep, goats, pigs even a cow, they were in the basement of the boat and confined to that area. Tourists had cabins on the upper deck and were also restricted for their own safety, although Eric and P ventured down into the 'value' section out of curiosity and wished they hadn't. Quite an experience.

We had to board the boat in Banjul harbour, we got there early and went off sightseeing. Now at that time Gambia was considered safe 'with care' for tourists - it meant safety in numbers, not wearing jewellery, dressing modestly as it was mainly Muslim, not straying off, not taking photos of people without asking etc. Don’t ask me exactly how but I strayed off in the main market in Banjul, against instructions to keep close, one minute I was with P, Eric and Jane and the next they'd gone and the crowd was impenetrable, I had no idea even which direction to look. The market was both fascinating and disgusting, it had open sewers, trenches really, crisscrossing it and next to them were meat vendors with great slabs of flesh all glistening black with flies which would buzz up angrily when they were disturbed by a purchaser. Some traders were calling me, obviously a tourist and alone, to visit their stalls, dodgy characters, frightening place - thing were looking bad.

To cut the story short, just when I was really getting panicky, along came a German tourist party with guide – I thought thank goodness, tagged along didn't care where they were going just happy to feel safe, as it happened they emerged close to the jetty where Eric and Jane were - phew! - P was dipping in and out of the fringes of the market looking for me but sensibly keeping his bearings, and then he saw me safe and sound and joined us with only about 20 minutes to spare to board the boat. P was relieved but also very mad oh yes I could tell - outwardly polite, calm words but fewer of them, well he wasn't going to shout at me here, and the thought of him spanking me just didn't occur because he'd never spanked me for anything like this and once we were on the boat he'd forget about it. Think again Ronnie. No way. I got spanked hard, I really didn't know how to handle it, if we'd been at home I'd have been off, put some distance between us, maybe even have stayed a night over at a friend's but on a riverboat your options are somewhat limited.

Walking along the jetty I could hardly believe we were going to live on this boat for two days, I joked to P it reminded me of the African Queen, he didn't answer, but honestly if Humphrey Bogart had been there to greet us he wouldn't have been out of place.

We got allocated our teeny 2 birth cabin only about 4x3m with bunk beds and broom cupboard bathroom, not exactly much unpacking to do as only a 2 day trip. Under cover of the engines, which were labouring to take us away from the jetty and out into mid stream, P took my arm and dragged me over to the lower bunk and pulled me roughly across his knee, down came my shorts, no panties it was so hot, and he started walloping my bottom so hard I shouted out and then muffled it to a closed mouth Mmmmmm,..with the noise coming from my nose, I certainly struggled and he pinned my arm so firmly it hurt and I told him to stop ……..which he did but only to move my arm to a more comfortable position and wrap his right leg across my two. He spoke for the first time since entering the cabin, ''You know what this is for, not just for being careless and ignoring the warnings of the reps but ignoring my direct instruction to stick like glue in that market, its not like the nice little leather craft fairs we have at home''....SPANK ..SPANK resuming with a vengeance...''I'll expect you to stay very close by from now on and this will be a reminder you won't forget''.... apart from lecturing me as he went, which makes it all the worse, I knew he was right in what he said about the dangers and I knew he was spanking me to drive the lesson home hard but still I wasn't accepting it well, I was still struggling or trying to but P's legs are powerful and it was effortless for him to keep me in place until he decided I'd learned my lesson. OMG that little cabin was stuffy when we went in but I'm sure the temperature had raised several degrees by the time I was released.....I was heaving great gasps of air, I'd managed the second half with my face buried in the pillow to mute the noise I was making. After I'd resuscitated I just lay face down on the bed didn't even bother to pull my shorts up until I realised it seemed compliant that I would lie there and let him see my punished backside on display. Stupid isn't it, how suddenly shy you become about your bottom when it's been punished, it was the first time I'd felt this, it was the first time I'd felt punished, I wasn't a happy bunny. P said he was going to take a shower, his voice was normal, back to friendly even, said it would cool him down. While he was showering the weak air conditioning system came on as the boat really got going and things cooled down a little...except my nether region that is, which probably didn't deserve to after all. I lay there wondering if I would be able to speak cordially with him after what he'd just done, wondered if anyone would know, would Jane be able to sense an atmosphere between us, maybe I could tell her, she was a bit older than me perhaps she'd been spanked who knows, she'd never mentioned it. 

After his shower P said he was going out on deck, shower worked fine. He came back half an hour later to find out what was keeping me, I was still lying on the bed, sulking I suppose. He told me to get showered and out on deck it was lovely out there, Banjul had disappeared into the distance and it was all river and jungle, Jane was wondering where I was if I was OK. I did shower and joined them on deck, changed my shorts for a longer pair because the tops of my thighs were red where he'd caught them, Jane had made friends with another couple and I soon joined in, I didn't talk with P though.

Later in the early evening, after a simple dinner of fresh river caught fish served in the boat's little dining room which could seat no more than 18 at a time, we sat up on deck sipping iced drinks and swatting mosquitoes and I fidgeted and fussed to get comfortable on the white plastic terrace seats as my backside was sore beyond belief.....I think P really didn't want me straying off the rest of the trip..........

Some actual photos from the trip, unfortunately before digitals were around, we didn't take many because we had a cine camera and still have the footage

Smoking fish in a village

 View from the boat - loading peanuts onto river barges

Minding the goats

The kids in villages were lovely, they all wanted to be pen friends and they all wanted biros for their school work. Someone had told us this before we went and we bought 200 from cash and carry and gave them all away.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Saturday night caning

Almost through the holiday weekend and all's well, in fact all's better than well. I'm sitting, as I type, on a still slightly sore backside from an incident on Saturday night which I'll tell you about shortly, we've jumped further along the road to organising a China trip, P's brother got some very good news and our son's taking mom and dad out for a beer or two at a jazz night in one of the local pubs tonight. I think the one that means most to me is the jazz night, it was our son's second payday Thursday in his new and first proper job since uni and its nice to get invited for a beer instead of being asked for some beer money. And hey, he's not ashamed to be seen out with his mom and dad, so I won't let him down, I can drink beer from the bottle, by the pint, even knock back a Guinness, when in Rome and all that, I'm looking forward to it. If they have upholstered seats so much the better.

So to Saturday and my own upholstered seat getting some unexpected but deserved attention. Last weekend I really wanted to get into 'trouble' (if you read my Friday post you'd know) and it didn't happen, but this weekend I had no such intention and it happened quite naturally, and forcefully, after I lost it at P's mother's, where we had dinner. Yes I know.

Everything was going okayish, we'd agreed we'd leave as early as politeness permitted because we were driving up to Chester early Sunday morning but that didn't happen because of a few things his mom brought up which P felt needed airing and I was totally bored with having heard it more than once. I had a couple of extra glasses of wine while they put the world to rights, eventually just at after eleven pm I started kicking P's ankles under the dinner table, I think his mother noticed, I can't imagine how unless it was the look he gave me, anyway she found more incredibly important matters to burden P, I'm sure she did it on purpose and I opened another bottle of wine. P stopped me from pouring, jammed the cork back in the bottle and said it was time to go, he hadn't noticed the time. His mom looked disappointed we weren't staying longer but I did see a hint of a smirk when she saw him stop my hand from pouring?

It's only a short drive from his mother's and it was made in silence. Our son was out with his friends, I was about to go into the lounge when P's hand gripped my upper arm, I turned admittedly aggressively and he just said 'Now,' and propelled me towards and up the stairs. I shook his hand off at the top and went to go towards the loo but he grabbed me again and shuffled me into the bedroom, he started telling me how unacceptable my little tantrums were, it was always over his mother, it was childish, there were responsibilities which he took seriously even if I didn't etc etc. So it was obvious what he was intending to do, ''You can't, it'll wake the neighbours,'' I said in a spitting whisper. ''What I'm going to do won't wake the neighbours, any fuss you make might but that's up to you,'' he said, and he went to the wardrobe and took out a green garden cane. ''Oh no you're not,'' having felt it in play I was in no mood to acquiesce, but my protest didn't get me anywhere other than across a doubled over pillow near the centre of the bed. P's a lot heavier than me and much stronger, if push comes to shove there's no point struggling although I would probably have made the effort if it hadn't been so damned quiet. He roughly unfastened my jeans and dragged them and my knickers down to almost my knees, placed a hand firmly in the small of my back and caned me. He did it hard and quite fast and I'd say more than a dozen times, the noise of the swishing and the sharp thwacks would have been over in not much more than a minute, any neighbour curiosity would have been short lived, not long enough to put two and two together. As for me I could hardly find enough bed to writhe into and I'd stuffed my face into the other pillow to muffle my distress.

I heard P leave the bedroom and go downstairs. I stayed on the bed, pulled the duvet round me and thought what a bastard I had for a husband, it was all his mother's fault, I wanted to cry, I tried snivelling but couldn't, I heard the tv switch on downstairs. After about 15 minutes I got up, pulled my pants up and went down. P was sitting sipping a small glass of whisky watching Sky news, I said I was sorry, got myself some water and went to bed.

I was melting into sleep twenty minutes later when I heard P get into bed, I instinctively moved further to my side when I felt his hand rest on my punished backside but his hand didn't move, and two minutes later I was nuzzling back into it as I drifted off.

Yesterday morning the skin on my bum felt tight, it was sore to touch in places, I reached across to P's side of the bed but it was empty he'd gone to collect the Sunday morning papers. I moved across to his side, where his man scent still lingered and curled up for an extra 10 minutes, wishing he might come back to bed but knowing he wouldn't.

We went up to Chester as planned, nothing was said of Saturday night, I enjoyed the day very much.

Ronnie

xx

Picture from Carly, Brambleberry Blush

Angry Words

Thought I'd better explain about last night, yes I was punished and yes I deserved it. Please don't feel sorry for me, I've been looking for this, we've even kind of discussed it before, I just didn't expect it to happen quite like it did. I think that's how I wanted it to be.

 

Why it happened - we had words about not going out and his mother coming for dinner, I mean we saw his mother the last 2 Saturdays and took her out on mothers day so was I being unreasonable? I didn't think so but the words got out of hand more than a bit strong, and I should not have said some of them they were cruel and offensive, said in anger, so yes I got punished but everything is fine. My bum's bruised, it stung in the shower and its tender sitting here at my desk, neither of us have mentioned it. 

 

He just asked me if I'd like to see a movie tonight, it's Julia Roberts and Clive Owen, it's on locally he called them, I said did you book tickets but he said no need we'll just go and stand in the queue. P never queues! He also said we'd grab something to eat before or after, see how we feel. I said sure that sounds nice, I think I sounded casual but really I'm thrilled, this is unusual behaviour for P.

 

Ronnie

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