Meme

Hello, how all you all?  All good here. We've been busy and done some travelling, only in this country. Next week it's the school holidays so we will be doing some fun things with the grandkids. 

Found this meme and you know me, I do love a spanking meme.

Have you ever gotten spanked? 
Are you kidding? You're asking Ronnie if she's ever been spanked - yes a few times:)

Are you spanked bare bottomed, over panties, over clothes?
Yes to all.

What is the best thing about being spanked?
The closeness, the reconnection and sometimes the hurt.

What position do you get spanked in?
Whatever position P tells me to get in.

Have you ever gotten spanked in public?
No, except the odd swat. I did have a quick fun spanking last year in the woods. P put me over a tree stump and gave me a few hands spanks. Tahnkfully no one was around.

What do you get spanked with the most?
I rarely have a choice.

On a scale of 1-10 how much does the average spanking hurt?
Hard one to answer. Depends on what P uses and for how long the spanking lasts.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a hairbrush?
Yes, I don't like it and thankfully hardly ever comes into play now.

Were you spanked as a child or by a teacher? 
Easy answer - no.

Do you think spanking is fun and enjoyable? 
Ha. Oh yes spanking is fun - most of the time.

Have you ever gotten spanked for bad driving (speeding ticket, etc)?
No but I did get spanked for bad parking.

Have you ever gotten a spanking for no reason at all?
If P decides he wants to spank me, then I do.

Is your butt spankable?
P still spanks me so I think it must be.

Are you currently in trouble?
Ronnie in trouble, no, well yes, currently for swearing.

Do you get lectured during spanking?
Yes lots of time.

Have you ever seen someone else get spanked?

Not in real life. I think I would like to. In two minds.

Have you ever gotten spanked for cursing?
Yes, P hates me swearing,  As I said, I'm in trouble for swearing when we were out.

Have you ever gotten spanked for lying?
Me lie, no, yes I have. Wasn't a big lie though.

Have you ever been spanked with more than one spanking instrument in one spanking session?
Oh yes, the most I can remember is three, not counting,the hand.

Do you hate spankings?
Does Ronnie hate spanking? Most of the time, no. 

How many people spank you?
Three. My husband, my friend and my lover :)

Have you ever gotten spanked with your butt in the air? 
LOL. Yes.

Have you ever gotten spanked so hard your butt was purple?
No, not that hard, though I do like to see a few marks.

Do you think that spanking is a good punishment?
Everyone is different and some don't spank for punishment, but for me, yes.

Do you believe spanking has made your relationship better, or worse?
We've always had a great relationship. We've been together for other 48 years so I can't say spanking has made it better but it has added a little extra spice over the years.

Is your butt red and sore afterwards?
Most of the time. I do love to have a sore bottom after a spanking.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a sneaker? 
No but have with a sandal and a slipper.

Have you ever been spanked twice in one day?
Yes loads of times,

Have you ever asked to be spanked for something you did wrong?
I have but not for a while. I don't like to ask.

Have you ever gotten your butt caned?
More times than I care to remember and still have a love hate for the cane.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a wooden spoon? 

Yes a few times.  Dosen't do much for me.

What do you get spanked for?
Play, punishment or just because P wants to. 

On average, how many times a month are you spanked?
Not enough for my liking.

Do your friends know that you get spanked? 
Only my friends here in blogland.

Have you ever gotten your butt belted and paddled?
Yes.  Don't like the belt. I love when P uses the rose leather paddle.

After your spanking is over, how long before you repeat the same offence? 
As quickly as I can:)

Does your spouse enjoy spanking you?
You'll have to ask him but as he keeps on doing it, I'd say yes he does.

Have you ever spanked yourself?
Only to tease P.

What is the worst thing about being spanked?
It bloody well hurts.

How long does the spanking last?
My dear husband decides how long it lasts but sometimes not long enough for me.

Do you like to be spanked?
Haven't I answered that one already? YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Would you describe yourself as a rule follower, or a rule breaker?
I rarely follow the rules.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

The Cane

I read Hermione's Brunch the other day. The brunch question was from Barrel.

For those of you that do use a cane regularly and effectively, what advice or experience might you share to help others experience this most intense toy?

I didn't want to take up the whole brunch with my answer so I thught I'd share with you my take/tips on the cane. 

This is for newbies and maybe some experienced spankees who haven't tried the cane for whatever reason. Experienced users already know what's what.

The cane has got an undeserved bad reputation. Nothing wrong with its fearsome perception and there's nothing wrong with it hurting, spanking is supposed to hurt. But it's accidental hurt, which can result from mis-use of an implement, that causes disappointment. The cane, because of its length, whippiness and shape, is harder to control than most other implements and with its extra leverage It can also hurt more from very little effort. So if it does get mis-used by accident the result can be unexpectedly painful. It's plain commonsense to try and avoid this happening.

Don't go at it like a bull at a gate; if you do you stand a very good chance of hurting your partner the wrong way and that could put an end to your caning thrills before you've given it a chance. Start slowly and accurately, using short rather than long canes as they are easier to handle. Practise your aim lots of times on a cushion or something soft (not your partner). When you can aim, try it with your partner but take your time and watch your partner's reactions. A warm-up first will help your partner adjust, especially if it's their first time. The cane stings!

Tell your partner to read the above:) Then assure them that you really do want to experience the cane (you do, don't you?) but you don't want to be frightened off by over-exuberance in the early days so get a very good understanding between you of what is desirable and what is not.

Being good at caning doesn't mean caning hard. It means knowing how to use the cane to match your partner's preferences as well as your own. It could include caning hard, and probably will be given time and if that is what both parties want, but it doesn't go without saying. No-one should receive a hard caning from someone who doesn't know what they're doing and I don't say that disrespectfully. It's just that the cane is harder to control than most implements so learn to use it effectively to get the best out of it for both sides.

I think the main reason the cane gets those 'never again' vows is that the caner has not had enough experience in using it, especially if it's their partner's first time. It is very easy to get off on the wrong foot, ending prematurely what might have become a beautiful friendship:). Spankings should hurt but not disproportionately to the circumstances and the wishes of the participants. Great responsibility lies with the caner to do their best to get it right, it isn't just a case of picking up a cane, saying bend over and swishing away. Experienced caners already know that but beginners may not so they should read, learn and practise.

So my tips on caning:-

1. Start off modestly, with a small or medium size cane. Short are easier to control than long.

2. Practise with it on a cushion or padded sofa arm. Watch where the lines appear - can you hit the same line again, or go left or right of it at will? If you can't keep practising.

3 Remember the 'business' part of the cane is usually the 20% or so near the tip.

4. If you think by landing the centre of the cane evenly across your partner's bottom the pain will be even - think again!

5. If you are right handed and you cane as per 4 above, and you stand to the left of your partner, I guarantee you will over cook your partner's right buttock.You may also get some wrapping from the tip.

6. The solution to 4 and 5 is to either switch sides periodically or learn to cane with more accuracy so that you can even up the buttock nearest to you.

7. Bending over is the traditional position but it is not the best for caner accuracy, particularly beginners. Laying flat, perhaps on the bed, is much easier for accuracy.

8. Start slowly, don't go at it like a bull at a gate. Forget images of Tom Brown's Schooldays.

9. Don't swing your whole arm, try just wrist action first and keep the strokes short until you've gained accuracy

10. Gauge your partner's reaction as you go along.

11. Don't cane outside of safe areas. I mean safe areas on the bottom not safe areas geographically.

12. Get honest feedback afterwards. The better you become at caning the better the experience will be for both parties.

13. Share the experience. At least once, a caner should get to know what the business end of the cane feels like.

14. Before you buy a cane, try one from the garden or a garden store. It won't be kooboo/Rattan and will probably be quite rigid, it may also be brittle so be careful. But it will at least give you some idea what it feels like and at a nil or very low cost.

Why go to all the trouble? Well, if a job's worth doing it's worth doing well and a cane used well can add a different zing to your spanking repertoire. It has a unique sting, sound and reputation and can leave wonderful red lines, with or without welts depending on the user's intentions. They can last a few minutes or a few hours, either disappearing or turning to bruises which may last days. Or you might just get off with a reddened bottom and a feeling that you might just have liked a bit more. The cane is very versatile, it doesn't have to be vicious, it doesn't have to break the skin (in my opinion it never should) and it gets better the more it's used because the user gets better.

Ronnie
xx

A New Year Begins

 Hope you enjoyed last night's celebrations.

Wishing you and your family, love, happiness, good health, good fortune and a year filled with new adventures and of course a little spanking.

Happy New Year.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

How could I have forgotten?

 

But I did. I missed my Blogiverary which was early this month. 

16 years of blogging.

Thanks Bonnie for spotting my blog many many years ago,

I've had a lot of fun. I've made so many wonderful friends, some of which I've had the pleasure of meeting from the UK and across the pond.

Thank you everyone who has ever stopped by my humble little blog and for all the lovely comments you left. to the friends I've made and a special thank you to all my readers who still visit even though I haven't blogged much this year.  You are very special people.

Have a fun weekend,

Ronnie
xx

Happy fourth of July

 Wishing all our friends across the pond a wonderful day.

Happy belated Canada day. Sorry I missed it.

Love,

Ronnie
xx

Flowers

A Christmas present from my son.

Do you like them?

Not a real bunch. A Lego set.

I laughed when I unwrapped it as I'd bought him a Lego set (not flowers)  Couple of pieces missing so it's not finished.

I didn't realise how many adult Lego sets there are.

Anyone done one?

Ronnie
xx

Thank you for your emails, BUT

My Ronnie email account still isn't working.  

Please accept my apologies for not replying to emails I've received. I'm not being rude and ignoring them, but as I said in a previous post, my Ronnie email is attaching random email addresses from my contacts list when I send or reply to an email (phone and computer) and I can't see how to fix it. at it.

I'm no techno but I'm wondering if I can delete the email and recover it. Don't know if that would work. Not looked into it.

Ronnie
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Email Problems

 

Just a quick post to apologise for not replying to emails I've recently been sent. I'm having problems with my ronnie account. Everytime I go to send an email (or reply to one) it's attaching random email addresses from my contacts list.

I can't find a way to fix it neither can P.  Looks like I'll have to delete that account.

Ronnie
xx

Busy, Busy Busy

How are you? Hope you and family are well.

Been a busy time for us. We've done some travelling (UK only), quite a few family celebrations (which seem to have come all at once). Son and daughter in law have just moved house, so we've had the grandchildren and P has helped with some of the painting. 

Here's a fun picture sent to me by a reader.

I love Wolfe's work.

We are off again on Thursday for a long weekend. Keeping fingers crossed the weather is good.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Birthday Spanking

A reader sent me this picture by Dave Wolfe (don't you love Wolfe's art) I hope to be in this position later getting my birthday spanking.

 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Dragons really do breathe fire

Hope you are well. Sorry haven't been around. We were away and I've been looking after newest grandchild.

This happened a few weekends ago.

I know because I felt it on the weekend and it wasn't even an angry dragon, it was a 'friendly' one.

Don't worry I'm not going mad or hallucinating or having terrible dreams, just getting my bottom caned (a kink which has caused me considerable pain but considerable joy over more than a couple of decades, for those who don't know me) by my husband who was thoughtfully trying to give me some business ideas or so he said.

You see there is a type of cane known as dragon cane, which I've often seen advertised and usually at very high prices, which is apparently sought after by those in the know or/and with deep pockets. It hurts more than normal canes not by being longer or thicker but by being denser yet keeping all the qualities that make canes yummy (for me anyway), the swish flex and sting factors.

So P announced on Saturday that he'd got a surprise for me but he wouldn't give it me until Sunday when we had a bit more time. He wouldn't tell me what it was either. Then come Sunday morning he told me that he'd been listening to my pleas, some overt others less so, for a long time about getting more spankings and he'd decided to give me a very special spanking and possibly a business idea too. He told me this earlyish in the day to give me time to absorb what was going to happen and adjust my corrupt mind appropriately to cope with it and even look forward to it. He told me he'd acquired a dragon cane and would look forward to putting it through its paces in the afternoon if I was up for it. I was, fool that I am.

I don't know quite what possessed him to do it. I did remember a note about a package being 'undeliverable' to our house about a week ago and P saying he'd go and collect it from the sorting office not wanting me to go with him, which struck me as unusual because he hates queues and normally delegates queuing to me. He wouldn't be drawn on why he was doing it he just said it was for my good and asked me if he'd mis-heard or read what I'd been saying for ages about needing more spankings, was it true or not? My bottom actually tingled and I had to move in my seat as I said the words, 'Yes P it was true'.

So around 3 o'clock he told me to go upstairs, put on the thinnest leggings I'd got and go to the office, he'd join me there. He patted my bottom as I squeezed past him and I felt a hot flush as his eyes followed my bum up the stairs. I heard the garage door close as I was changing so guessed he'd kept his new toy in there. He was already in the office when I entered, cane in hand. I blushed as he offered it to me to feel, pointing out the sheen on the husk and lack of nodes or bends, he said he'd practised with it in the garage (Ha! He who'd given so many canings!) and judged it to be of excellent quality. He held out his hand for me to return it and told me to bend over the desk which he'd completely cleared save for a handy pack of tissues in the far corner which he's never done before and made me a bit nervous.

Long story short, he caned me, six strokes evenly spaced across the plumpest ten to fifteen centimetres of my bottom which responded at first saucily by pushing upwards but then squirming and hugging into the desk edge accompanied by outraged vocals from its owner. P stopped at six and told to keep my bottom up away from the desk for my next six which would be harder, and not to wiggle because it affected his aim. I protested and made to push up but he coaxed me back and soothed my shoulders before gently but firmly moulding my lower back to how he wanted it.

"It would be a shame to stop now we've got this far, don't you think?" He asked. I uttered something between a squeal and a sob but arched my back as his hand released; I knew the effect it had on my bottom and I knew the effect it would have on my husband. I sensed him reposition himself and then felt the first of the second salvo of strikes and it made me scream. Shush shush, I heard him say just before the next stroke landed right across my sit-spots and made me grip the desk edge with white knuckles as I uuurrrrrghhhh'd my horror. The third stroke landed somewhere I can't say exactly where because my whole backside felt like it was on fire and more pain kept coming in waves and made me stomp my feet which didn't make it go away at all but the loud and urgent drumming got P's attention. I felt his hand across my waist and he warned me, "No more of this nonsense, you're doing very well but you've got another three to go so stop this or I'll add another six." Then he stood back and gave me the last three in quick succession, faster than I could catch my breath and god knows what I was blubbering or what my poor bottom cheeks must have looked like wobbling frantically as the cane did its work and my feet continued to stomp from side to side.

Then it stopped and there was silence except for P's breathing and my, what I realised was, sobs, as extra waves of pain continued to taunt my bottom and I was scared to move in case they got worse. P loosened my finger grips on the desk and raised me up gently.

"That's it, good girl, you've had a good caning and been very brave," he said as he turned me round and nuzzled me into his shoulder. He started talking with me calmly, telling me how well the cane had behaved and how accurate it was and how with the same force he would normally apply to a caning it delivered far better results. Better, I thought! That depends which side of the cane you're on!

After ten minutes we went downstairs, I didn't feel horny, my bottom was still on fire, P said he'd look at it later. I sat cautiously on the sofa and P made us tea, when he came back he told me he thought I should consider selling the 'dragons' he thought there was a market for them. I asked him what he was going to do with the one he'd just used.

"Keep it of course," he said, "for next time, when you've been a genuinely naughty girl or when you've had that 'need to be spanked' feeling building up again and need me to help."

Hmm. I thought immediately I might not be getting that feeling so often but, by the evening, with the pain just twinges when I moved and the background more of a dull glow, I was already replaying the experience and getting little twinges of a different kind:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Economies

We should be making some, really, I told my husband. It seems to dominate the media at the moment, in spite of all the other bad things that are going on, and it's probably one of the few areas we as individuals can take action. I'm talking the 'cost of living crisis', as it's being billed, which is creeping up on us all and no sign of a 'cure'.

Now I have to say P is not a panicker, he's been in business all his life and taken the downs with the ups and I've been through most of them with him. But the increasingly gloomy outlook for our UK economy (more so than many others) is getting through to me which is why I broached the subject. I knew he wouldn't like it and he didn't, he said it would pass and that it would probably even present opportunities. I knew what he meant by that, he was talking markets but I was talking practical everyday things we could do to reduce outgoings.

'Give me a list of all the areas you think we could cut down on and then we can sit and talk about them', he said. '....And don't forget to mention hair, manicures, pedicures, skin creams and such.'

I said I didn't want to make a list it seemed too clinical, I was thinking journeys, shopping changes, discretionary spending and those sort of things. He said maybe there were some areas we could cut but we'd probably have different ideas on what were essentials and what were not and it probably wouldn't get very far. We agreed to look for areas, as we go along, where we could make changes which would cut costs without cutting pleasure. Easier said than done but that's the plan and I feel better having at least aired the subject. We'll see how it goes.

Later the same day we were over at our son's discussing a family holiday abroad we're thinking of taking in October. Our son was sensibly querying costs and do we need this and that and whereas P's comments were more along the lines of 'it will be better with this' and 'bigger not smaller'. I think it will be hard work getting him into economy mode.

Maybe a few clashes along the way. I hope so:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx  

Back from our break

 Hello,  how are you?

We had a lovely time away with family.  Luckily the weather was kind to us so we were out everyday.  I even got a spanking which I'll tell you about another day.

One downer was P got his car damaged, quite badly, by some hit and run idiot while it was parked overnight. The offending vehicle must have hit P's with some force because it moved it about 50cm sideways and caused it to ram a metal post so damage to both sides. Well that's what insurance is for but P has a clean sheet no claims in over 30 years so he was pretty angry but handled it well and didn't let it ruin the break for anyone.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Getting to the point

I failed on one out of ten of the reasons women make better entrepreneurs than men. Well according to my husband anyway, who made a few comments after I emailed him this little graphic I came across (the stated website doesn't seem to go anywhere by the way). 

Which one did I fail on?

I failed on No.4 direct communication. P said I don't communicate plainly enough and he wished I would. The only time I communicate very directly and to the point is when I'm really mad about something and then I tend to spoil it with expletives, according to him, and then usually get spanked for it. Hmm so what's he telling me there, that he wants to spank me more or that I should refine the way I say things and ditch the expletives. I hope the former:)

stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

I did it

A deal, that is, regarding the rattan shortage. I mentioned that I was hoping to hear back from a couple of people with possible supply links, well one of them came up trump's and we'll be getting some raw material next week.

It isn't coming off a boat, it's already here in the UK, stuff which was supplied surplus to needs of a hot air balloon basket maker and he was prepared to sell it on. I got a message at the end of last week that it was a definite so whoopee back in business! (not that I had run out completely but stock was depleting too fast for comfort).

If I continue selling at my current rate, which is nearly double this time last year, I should have enough till May so I can't rest on my laurels I still need normal supplies to resume, but for now I'm very grateful to the balloon basket guy.

And so should all those deserving bottom be:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Knickers

Over the weekend I had a message from an old employee about a pub we once owned (which he worked at and we still keep in touch). that it was being sold and it bought back memories of some of incidents we had. Here's one and yes it happened. Some of my older readers may remember it.

Years ago we owned a busy pub/restaurant/nightclub on a main road with villages close by, a large town a few miles away. We had an excellent young commis chef who wanted to go abroad for 6 months so we advertised for a new one, good initial response but only 2 actually came to interview, probably the wages which were and are still low in that profession, even though we provided food and lodging. P and the chef made their choice, wrong one in my opinion, bit of a loner, and we started him on a month trial, he was about 19 years old and moved into the staff quarters, were our head chef and assistant manager were also living.

Everything was kind of OK with the lad, our head chef said he was a bit slow and had to tell him things 2-3 times but it did finally click and hey he was young and still training so we said bear with him to see if he picks up.

Around the end of his 3rd week, summer just starting, nice warm days, when one afternoon I was walking back from taking our German Shepherd out for her afternoon run when I thought I saw our young chef in the back yard which we used for barbecues sometimes I put washing out there, the live-in staff used it too but always asked first. I thought no more about it. I took my washing in and put it in a pile ready for ironing. I was missing a couple of pairs of knickers when I got round to ironing and went back into the yard to see if I'd dropped them but they weren't there, so I must have made a mistake.

The incident was forgotten until few days later when the boy was on his 2 days leave and had travelled back home, our cleaners, who gave the staff quarters a spruce up once a week, went into his room to hoover as it was unlocked. Our dog was following them round in and out the rooms and when she came back to me in the restaurant, which was closed, she had a pile of girl's knickers in her jaws. I took them off her, a pair of mine was amongst them, but there were half a dozen foreign pairs too all covered in dog slobber.

Now we had no live-in girl staff so either the chef or assistant was having a good time and keeping trophies (mine excepted) or there was something odd going on. I went upstairs, the cleaners had finished, our dog nosed her way into the commis chef's room and made straight for his wardrobe, stood there tail wagging. I wasn't going to open the door so I called P, told him what had happened, he opened the door no hesitation and a pile of knickers fell out onto the floor, the dog grabbing another mouthful. I found my second missing pair too. So our young chef apparently had a knicker fetish, he must have been taking them from clothes lines because they weren't new and there was no way he'd collected trophies, he didn't even have a girlfriend at all.

So how to sort that one out? These days with HR written warnings etc it would have been a nightmare, but P just took him aside when he returned after his break, sat him down and asked him how come he'd got his wife's knickers in his wardrobe, together with about three dozen other assorted pairs. The boy just broke down, cried, admitted he'd been taking them from the washing lines in the village. God if ever the locals had found out they'd have killed him. P told him he'd have to leave, either that or he'd involve the police. The boy's parents came up on the night to speak with P and argue on behalf of their son, saying it was just a prank and everyone needed a break but P wouldn't consider it. I remember it actually getting quite heated and the boy's dad was up off his seat gesticulating and mouthing loudly, apparently they were unable to believe their son was a bit weird, P said well let's go and call him in then, right now, and hear what he's got to say directly about it but the parents didn't want to do that.

Eventually they left and took their son with them. Next day his elder brother was sent to fetch his belongings from his room, minus the knickers of course. We tied all the knickers into a black plastic bin liner and threw them into the bulk waste bin, I let my own two pairs go with them, didn't fancy wearing them after that.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Christmas Eve 2021

Are you all ready for Christmas? I've a few presents to deliver and then I'm done.

Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas.

Enjoy the holidays - but please, when you're with your loved ones tomorrow, take a moment to think of the people who don't have anyone to share the day with and those who can't visit family because of Covid restrictions and those who will be sleeping rough on the streets this Christmas.

Stay safe.

Have a fun one.

Ronnie

xx

Don't analyse me just spank me

Yep, that was what I said to my husband. It was after a regular reader had left me a particular comment which I answered easily and truthfully at the time but it made me think. I recently passed the comment to P, something I very rarely do, together with my answer. He just said 'yeah that's fine so what, why have I got it?' And I didn't have an answer.

'I don't know,' I said. 'Maybe reassurance that I'm right. I am, aren't I?'

P said, 'I don't know whether to answer you in case I burst your bubble, as you put it.' He was clearly amused but a bit serious too. He started to go into what I'd said, weighing up the words I'd used, asked me to explain which spankings turned me on and which ones didn't, then which ones I really hated, and I couldn't because I'd never had reason to break it down. Then he asked me which aspects of his behaviour, conduct call it whatever, before during and after a spanking I found offensive or attractive. I just frowned and didn't answer him, then he said, 'Ok so I'll jot some questions down and send to you and you can answer plainly and send back to me and I'll tell you what I think'.

He didn't reach for his phone so I assumed I'd be getting his questionnaire later but after ten minutes or so, I piped up, 'Don't bother sending me those questions, I won't answer them if you do, just spank me when necessary and forget the analysis'.

'And do it more often....please,' I added with what I hoped was a saucy smile.

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Punished on our travels

I do miss our travels as I'm sure that goes for a lot of you. 

So here's a re-post of a spanking I had on one of our travels It's a bit long (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, I 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 thirty oodd 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..........

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Bucket List

I've got a bucket list of artists I've wanted to see and I'm very lucky that I've ticked off all of them except for three (well two now as one has died)  Tom Jones and The Boss and happy to say, I'll be ticking off another one as I've got tickets to see Tom Jones. 

So only The Boss left to see.

What about you? Do you have such a list or is there a particular singer/group you've always wanted to see?

Stay Safe.

Ronnie
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