And I really needed some new jodhpurs...

There's a mini kind of equestrian shop opened near where we work, not just horsey stuff they do pet supplies too, not sure exactly what you'd call it, we have plenty of countryside and stables not far from the office so they'll probably do okay.

Anyway I ventured in the other day because I was curious, not thinking about whips, crops, horse brushes, jodphurs you understand, just fatally attracted like a moth to light. They had them all as it happens, and after I scurried past some cages with hamsters and pet white mice (mice make me shudder even the friendly ones, how come a lick of white paint's supposed to make them cuddly) I spotted a very nice whip, which I picked up, similar to the one we have but more expensive, they also had longer ones, thinner ones, dressage ones which looked evil. I must have been standing there stroking it absent mindedly when I heard a man's voice say it was a good all rounder and then asked me if I needed any help. Now I've no idea what you're supposed to check when choosing a whip but I'm pretty certain he knew I wasn't a rider. I supposed he must be the owner.

I know I must have gone red, I recovered my thoughts quickly and muttered something about best if my daughter comes in herself and chooses one, she knows what she needs. It didn't sound quite natural, I think I went redder and left the shop.

So I've blown it, I actually fancied a new pair of jodphurs, need a pair in fact because my own which are about twenty years old seem to have shrunk, or at least I had a devil of a job getting into them when they were put to non equestrian use a while back, but I can't go in there again I'd be too embarrassed, in fact I hope I don't bump into him until the memory has faded.

His shop is on route to the post office, the most direct way that is, so I'll be taking the scenic route for a while.

Ronnie

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Impromptu Spanking

I didn't forget to tell you about Sunday, I just didn't get it ready for posting until today although I did make a short topical post on Sunday. Anyway it happened that I got my promised spanking on Sunday in fact I got three, but it was an impromptu one which was the best as is often the case.

I started writing this in the office yesterday morning with still a tingle in my bottom but that's gone now. I didn't finish because we got a fire alarm drill which meant all out front in the freezing cold then the day was quite busy, anyway nothing lost.

Sunday started well had my usual maintenance spanking, the one that P gives allegedly to make sure I am a good girl for the rest of the week and usually leads to little fun in the bedroom which it did.

Rest of the morning doing the boring but necessary Sunday chores, cleaning, tidying you know (no lunch cooking as we were going out to eat in the evening). Later P had to go into town to pick up some brackets he needed to fix some kitchen wall cabinets, I decided to tag along as there's a new lingerie shop just opened in town with opening offers so I went for a mooch. Half way into town came up behind a horse rider, P chuckled, horse riders he said, remember last weekend (the girl horse riders who held us up and P said they should be spanked).

That set me thinking. (P was hopefully going to spank me later for Chinese New Year but I wanted to make sure he did). Got back home mid afternoon, I popped upstairs while P played with his cabinets, searched my overflow drawer in the spare room until I found what I wanted, couldn't remember if I still had them or if they'd been packed off to Oxfam as they were tight from the start, ahh...found them...a pair of jodhpurs which we bought from Croft Equestrian ages ago, and not for riding purposes (they also sell genuine whips and crops by the way, reasonable and good quality too). So I went back into our room and changed - white shirt, no bra, no pants, winter boots, and my old but little used jodhpurs which seemed to be size tighter than I remembered, then I took our riding crop (also from Croft) out of P's drawer, took a deep breath and went back into the spare room where I could hear P putting away his tools. I stood just through the doorway, slowly tapping the crop across my thigh.
When I had his attention I said “Had a lovely ride but so much traffic on the roads this morning, some of the drivers seemed to be getting a tad annoyed, must think they own the roads some of them, no manners” P stopped what he was doing and turned round, briefly bewilderment and then amusement on his face (wished I had my phone handy) which quickly changed to sternness (goody he's got the plot I thought to myself).

He took the crop from me and said ''That's a typical sort of comment I'd expect from an arrogant member of the riding shooting set, I think you could do with a lesson in road manners yourself'' or something like that I can't remember the exact words I was too excited.

He escorted me back into our room and told me to get on the bed on all fours (we don’t have any saddles mores the pity), my jodhpurs stretched very tight over and into my bottom, P then started caressing my bottom, Hmmmm my girl no pants on I see, his hand smacked my bottom several times, then some rubbing, smacking, more smacking, my bottom warmed to his touch, then I felt the tip of the crop trail down my back, over my bum, falling between my legs, lightly up and down, tapping my inner thighs, teasing, tantalising. I locked my legs tight at one point trying to hold the crop between them, squirming, wondering if my moisture would seep through my jodhpurs. He took hold of my waist and delivered several quick strokes squarely to each buttock, I jumped but P held my waist firm and delivered several more with equal intensity and rhythm across my buttocks, no sound other than the end of the crop which has a leather flapper slapping against my cheeks. God couldn't believe the sting, which got deeper with each slap, I was sure I would have welts or bruising or something if he continued, I cheekily suggested perhaps he should un-trouser me so that he could see his target better but he told me gravely ''You'll be glad of those jodhpurs in a moment young lady'' and with that he stood back and delivered what I have to assume was a pretty firm whipping. He did it so fast I hardly had time to catch my breath and when I once almost wiggled out of range he warned ''Stay right where you are or I won't hesitate to restrain you!'' I stayed. When it was over I was hot, on fire, moaning, almost sobbing, legs shaking yet I'm sure I was wriggling my quivering bottom for more.

P threw the crop on the bed, reached round, unzipped me, pulled my jodhpurs down, ''Hmmm that should teach you some manners'' as he surveyed his work then caressed my poor cheeks gently, lovingly, letting his hands rest in all the right spots, moving up to take hold of by breasts, ripping my shirt open and playing with my nipples, I couldn’t stand it, I was pushing my bottom into his groin feeling his hardness, he stopped, I heard the zip of his trousers, the sound of them coming down, my bottom pushing up harder, greedy for contact, his hands each side of my hips and then a gasp as he entered me from behind, I shouted as he drove deeper, and screamed just seconds later as we both came and collapsed on the bed, P on top of and buried deep in me, and just lay there for a few minutes, "I hope you will remember to be courteous to drivers next time you go out riding he said."

When we'd both straightened up, P said lets not go out I’ll cook some pasta, great, fine by me. We went downstairs, P went out and cleaned the car while I read the newspaper and posted that interesting little article about the American lawyer working in Moscow. Later P made a lovely penne with some pepperoni chilli and olives in a tomato sauce (he’s a better cook than me but don’t tell him I said so) and opened a bottle of light red wine, delicious.

P settled down to finish reading the Sunday papers while I washed the dishes, afterwards I came in and plonked myself right across his lap, straight over the paper he was reading, ''You forgot my Chinese New Year spanking,'' I said, he laughed and immediately delivered my third spanking it lasted all of a measly five seconds but its the thought that counts and I hadn't had a bad day.

Ronnie
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Pert Bottoms in the Saddle

Sunday morning woke late, it was almost 8am, warm and comfy, no probs sleeping in a strange bed.

Last night had been great fun playing Wii games most of the night with P's mom and family who we were staying with. I'd been a tad overly chirpy apparently, induced by wine according to P, dancing around mildy provocatively, pushing my best feature (he says) in P's direction while playing tennis, even my golf swings caused me to practically fall into his lap. We'd all gone to bed tired, happy, perhaps a bit tidily, I'd flopped under the duvet naked, usually I wear knickers or sometimes pj's if it's really cold.

Its late said P, they'll all be up before us, but I couldn't hear any activity going on. You showering first? he asked. Nnnnn.. I snuggled closer to him, I know what I'd like to do. No chance of that, he said, too much noise and besides you were a naughty girl last night, as his hand brushed against my thigh and lingered as he realised I was naked. Naughty girls get spanked, but that's too noisy as well, his hand caressing its way across the front of my thigh, tickly, slow, sensitive. I ought to be giving you a taste of what someone should have have given those two girls yesterday afternoon, they were decidedly naughty too. What on earth...? I asked wondering where he was going but happy to indulge him as long as his hand kept working away. You remember, the two riders who held us and several other cars in a queue for at least 10 minutes on the lanes.

(I did remember, they were riding two abreast which was quite ridiculous, then when they got into single file they weren't controlling their ponies properly, then they ignored a couple of pull-ins where they could easily have took a break and let some traffic pass....we'd had to put up with their pert bottoms jiggling along in time with their ponies well groomed flanks for almost a mile. Arrogant backsides, which would benefit from a taste of their own riding crops, P had said at the time).

Oh those two girls, I said, and would you be meting out this taste of the riding crop by any chance? You can be sure of it, said P, I'd have them return to their stables, unsaddle and rub down their ponies, then have each one in turn sit on one of the saddles and bend right forward as far as they could stretching their jodhpurs tight across their bums.......his hand's working its way between my legs now..... And I'd teach them some road manners. Ooh and how exactly would you do that? ....his hand has discovered my wetness now.........I'd bring the crop down across their bottoms. Hard............his fingers are kneading my mound........How hard? I enquire with indecent interest......... Hard enough to teach the naughty madams to be more respectful......I didn't hear any more because his head went under the duvet and his mouth took over from his fingers, and I started coming and bunched the pillow into my mouth to muffle my cry........I came, it was unexpected, it felt naughty and it was delicious.

Then we definitely did hear noises people moving about, P went for a shower. I lay a few minutes longer, thinking about those naughty riders and wondering impossibly if we had room for a pony.

Driving back home in the afternoon sunshine the lanes were uncluttered, perhaps someone had taken those two girls to hand after all, I mused.

It was a lovely weekend.

Ronnie
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