Molly Malone's got me spanked.

Well it may have been the stuff they serve in Molly Malone's that did it actually, or perhaps my husband was right when he admonished me the morning after and told me I had myself to blame entirely. You can, after all, lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.

Molly's is in Helsinki, I know the name appears outside bars in lots of other towns and cities worldwide too, but the one that did for me was in Helsinki and it was on Monday evening, the second day of my 'holiday' trip. I'd had a perfectly pleasant if slightly boring day since my morning spanking and lunch; I'd done the harbour, shopped a bit and bought one or two unusual gifts and then killed time in the hotel waiting for P and Stefan to finish persuading their audience of graduates that a year in the UK would be good for them. They were late finishing, it was nearly 6pm when P returned to the hotel. Stefan had hopped on a train to Kerava, a suburb where he lives, he was coming back at 8.30pm and we were going to Molly's....

amongst other places. I'd thought we were going to eat in the hotel but P mentioned an Argentine steak restaurant he'd walked past and said maybe we should try it. I agreed, I'd seen enough of the hotel so we both showered and off we went and, on reflection, perhaps that was where my downfall began. With Brazilian beer and a good Malbec which P thought was too expensive (all wine's expensive in Finland) but was nevertheless lovely and I drank more than my share.

Stefan joined us at the appointed time, we'd finished our meal and we left and Stefan said he's show us a couple of new bars, no point going to Molly's till about 10pm when it got busier. You can see where this is going can't you, I mean Stefan's a big bloke and can hold his drink, P's not sluggish when the beer's good either. I was the weak link but I pretty much kept up with the boys until they went onto Guinness which is too heavy for me especially after eating so I drank wine by the glass when we got to Molly's, accepting a helpful barman's recommendation to trade up to a nicer wine which I saw raised P's eyebrow but he wouldn't say anything in front of Stefan. So we had a nice evening and I got a tiny bit tipsy and was asking Finnish people if they were Irish and telling them all about Dublin and I'm sure they were enjoying themselves as much as I was, it was only my husband who seemed to think I might be making too many new friends and getting a tad loud. When we left the bar and the cold fresh air hit me I nearly tripped over and grabbed onto Stefan's arm which is like a tree branch and just said Oops and giggled, I thought we were all in good spirits. Stefan left us at the hotel. I leaned on P's shoulder in the lift but he told me to stand up straight, I remember all that so I couldn't have been tipsy could I. And I remember cuddling up to P in bed but him turning over saying we had an early start next day.

Next morning I heard P in the shower, I didn't know what time it was but there was no daylight showing through the window blinds, my throat was dry and I gulped some water from a plastic bottle and turned over to doze. Then the light from the bathroom half lit the bedroom and I heard P come out and the kettle switch clicked on, the funny thing was I could still hear the shower running quite loud. I mumbled yes please, tea for me and snuggled further into the duvet but my husband came around to my side of the bed and sat heavily beside me, pushing the duvet off and dragging me across his knees. He told me I'd embarrassed him and myself last night (I hadn't been embarrassed at all), and Stefan too, and probably several regulars in Molly Malones, we wouldn't be able to go there again, then as if he realised that was a stupid thing to say he said well Stefan wouldn't anyway. And then he started spanking me, not with his hand, it was splatty and it stung like hell.

He pulled my knickers down to my thighs after a few strokes and I reached back to pull them up but he slapped my hand then held it 

and told me to keep still. I told him I didn't see why the fuck I should keep still so his right leg clamped across my thighs and locked them in place while he thrashed my bare bottom. The shower was still running and I told him but he said he knew and he just kept spanking me, he told me it was on cold and I'd be turning it off soon enough and I might like it on cold after he'd dealt with me. I wanted to kick and scream and couldn't because I was too strongly held and the noise was bad enough already and I buried my head in the pillow and made uuuurrrgghhhhhh noises from my mouth and nose while my legs tried to escape and couldn't. The only movement possible back there being from my knees down which were flipping and I suppose from my bottom which had a few inches of left and right and up and down movement which was being exercised vigorously, and in any other circumstances probably would have seemed lewd.

It wasn't fair but then real spankings never are at the time. Fair or not, a predictable process takes place, starting with denial, then resistance, then acceptance because you have no choice, then pleading and capitulation with admonishment interspersed along the way. More or less like that, for me anyway, and they don't generally end until my husband knows he's completely spanked any fight out of me which is easy to recognise because I go limp, like animals do when they roll over. I still get spanked after that point but it doesn't normally last long and on this occasion it was shortened by the bedroom starting to fill with steam; the kettle's cut off switch wasn't working:) P got up to attend to it, telling me to go and shower, it was 7.15 am and he wanted to be down for breakfast by 7.45 am.

He'd left his spanking implement on the duvet, it was a wooden ruler with TEACH ME A LESSON on it,

I recognised it of course I'd bought it ages ago from Coco de Mer in London, I made a mental note to put it away before we went for breakfast, no point letting the maids know. I didn't ask him why he'd brought it with him, I didn't feel like talking. As I went into the bathroom he asked me if I wanted a cup of tea, I didn't answer and he followed me to the door and repeated the question, I mumbled sullenly yes....then added please. He told me I'd better come out of the shower with a better attitude or I'd be across his knee again. The shower stung my bottom a lot, I was trying to think back whether I'd been more tipsy than I thought, whether I'd deserved it or not, I didn't think so but I emerged from the bathroom with the best I could manage of a smile on my face and thanked him for the cup of tea which was waiting for me and said brightly I'd only be ten mins drying my hair, neither of us mentioned the spanking.

Breakfast was quiet as was our 30 minute train ride to Kerava, in fact most of the rest of the day was politely cool between us, only starting to thaw towards late afternoon. In the evening we were on our own, P said we'd eat in the harbour there are lots of nice restaurant there, it wasn't too busy being a Tuesday and we got a window table. The thaw had continued and I was feeling positively melty by now, I put my hand on my husband's knee and told him I was sorry about last night. He said it was ok, no harm done.

I thought well if it was ok and there was no harm done why bloody well spank me like that then. But I didn't say it:)

Ronnie
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Office Slut

Can somebody tell me why is it when you're underspanked and then you get that long overdue one, it hurts so much, or is that too obvious, is it just that your backside gets out of condition, like sports people have to get back into form after the closed season, runners (I can vouch for this) feel the strain if they skip a week or two and then try to go right back into it. I wonder, I mean the butt's a muscle, right? Anyway it's probably more complex than that because emotions are involved too, but doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder and therefore shouldn't it be that much sweeter when a drought comes to a close?

So I don't have an answer but I've got something off my mind, I'm sure others feel the same. And now you'll be worrying that I've either been underspanked or overspanked as a result being underspanked, so I'll put things into perspective.

P is pretty perceptive where my needs are concerned, he receives signals, little things, he usually knows but not always (and I'm not being critical), he's been so busy with helping me with this new website, our vanilla blog which I can't name but we've just got some lovely content with a TV personality on board and I'm excited about, our recruitment business which I personally wish would either die or hit the sky one or the other but not meandering in between, and with son back there hasn't been much opportunity. The odd little slap on the bottom here and there when he's passed by but that's about all.

You all know me and sometimes I decide to take matters into my own hands when I need a spanking so Friday afternoon that's just what I did, I thought it might be therapeutic for P too.

I was upstairs in our little satellite (I like that way of describing it) office working and decided to send a text to P who was in the downstairs office. This is how the exchange went:-

"what would you do to a naughty girl who had no knickers on"

"depends who where and why"

''she's at work, in a public place, she's had no knickers on all day''

''why''

''so she could play''

''with herself?''

Slight delay.

''yes''

''do I know her?''

''yes, she's up here''

''hm. I'd probably cane her''

Gulp that wasn't exactly the answer I was wanting but sort of on the right track. I got the impression P thought it might shut me up but it didn't.

''you wouldn't dare in the office''

Delay.

''stay up there''

Five minutes later P strode into our little satellite office, it's smaller, cosier than downstairs, he turned the snip on the inside of the door after he'd closed it, he had a 45cm 18'' ruler in hand and a measuring tape, the measuring tape was cover (people know we take dimensions from our products for sale) but the ruler was for me. I shuddered with delight. He didn't say anything just walked over to me, turned me towards the window next to the only desk we have in there, put his hand on my trousered bum, slid it down over my cheek then round to the front searching for a panty line, realised there wasn't one.

''I see, behaving quite like the office slut, we'll see about that,'' he said as he undid the waistband clasp on my trousers and bent me forward over the desk.

''You can't, it'll be too loud,'' I protested falsely.

''There's no light on next door and they won't hear from across the corridor.''

It was true, the office to our right had closed early and there's a lift shaft to our left. I whimpered as he dragged my trousers down. Wasting no time on preliminaries, you know the usual lecturing, P steadied me in place with his left hand in the small of my back and applied the ruler to my bare backside causing me to catch my breath with the suddenness and ferocity, ooh my I hadn't been prepared for it, I took my 'rulering' stoically, it did make a noise, more than a cane would make because of the flat surface, but not as much as I'd wanted to make. I had to hold back, noise-wise at least, but I know I was wriggling for all I was worth by the time the spanking ceased because it hurt like hell. It must have had an effect on P because I'm sure he only came up to indulge me but I could see as I turned to get up that he was aroused, he told me to stay where I was and came up and pressed himself against my punished bum, and told me he hoped I'd learned my lesson for going knickerless at the same time as snaking his hand around my hips and down between my legs where my own arousement was evident. In less than two minutes I was suppressing an altogether different noise, or maybe not so different even if the cause was.

When my breathing steadied P stepped back and told me to pull my trousers up, make myself respectable and mind when I came back down to our main office, Clare was still working, and he was away back downstairs. I'd wanted so much to thank him for such a pleasant interlude at the end of the afternoon but he still had stuff to finish and the girl who was helping him needed direction.

Later that night our son went out, we had a movie and a bottle of wine in and, before the movie started, I nuzzled my way into P's lap and thanked him profusely for finding time to deal with his shameless knickerless wife. God I was feeling horny again, the movie was the Clint Eastwood film Gran Torino, P pressed play to let it run through the trailers while he reached for a tissue, I stayed his hand and cleaned him up with my tongue. Gosh I think I really am a slut sometimes, not changing though.

Ronnie

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Kinky sex tips with your handbag, Madam?

'Fingers together, the palm arched and cupped; alternatively, a ruler is a great accessory. Your man as the dominant (unless you're doing the spanking) should be asking questions like: 'Do you like that?' 'Harder, do you want it harder?' The correct answer here is 'Ooh, yes, yes.' Get him to pull your hair a little, and tell you that, 'You love it.' Enjoy being a naughty girl'

'The thing that really gets you horny may be being taken across a knee and spanked till you're tickled pink!'

'Double plugging is particularly pleasurable (penetration of both vagina and anus) and triggers INTENSE orgasms!'

Got your attention? Good, it got mine too, and where did I come across these snippets (there are plenty more by the way and pictures too) of advice? No I wasn't trawling the web's adult content pages, I was researching my handbags business, I was on www.handbags.com looking for a few tips and I certainly found some, well laid out too and tasteful. Their spice up your sex life advice for couples covers a whole range of wickedness including anal sex, mutual masturbation, getting spanked by him, getting spanked by her, role play etc.

If you're going to take a look at their site here's a few links will take you to the appropriate sections faster, then you can browse.

Taking control
Dildo

Mutual Masturbation

Anal

So who said purses and handbags were boring. And isn't that the same ruler I have? It is! I couldn't mistake it, its warmed my backside too many times so I can vouch for it.

Just pure naughty. Lovely.

Ronnie

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Office Discipline and Tea

A while ago I met a long lost friend in Birmingham for lunch, we used to work together but hadn't met for 20 years, everything went great, you wouldn't have thought it had been so long, seemed like yesterday and we agreed to meet again soon. So yesterday we met up again and I ended up with a sore bottom.

P left early directly from home as he was visiting a client and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. As I wasn't meeting Jen until 11.30, I popped into the office first, answered some mail, left P some messages which needed his attention, plus one from me reminding him where I was and that I'd transferred the phone over to mobile and would be back by 5.00 ish. I took the train, its quicker and easier, and met Jen, great fun again, loads of laughs, lovely lunch and we'll definitely meet again soon, we're going to see if we can get in touch with some of the other girls we used to work with, we all used to get on great, out on the town frequently and used to go on holiday together; of course they could have changed by now but Jen hasn't and she said I hadn't, so we'll see.

On the train back to the office I got to thinking how unusually quiet my phone had been, apart from a couple of texts it had been dormant which is unusual on a normal day but especially as I'd transferred our business line to it. When I got back to the office I saw P had beat me to it, his car was in the car park, in I went, hiya love, how did your meeting go, no answer, Oh bad meeting I thought to myself, leave it he'll tell me about it when he's ready. I took my coat off and was just about to sit down when he called me over to his desk - ''What does this message say?'', I looked, it was the one from me that I had left on my special little notepad which I hardly ever use, Remember seeing Jen, back at 5.00, phone transferred, ''You mean that one?'' I asked pointing to the page. P stood up, ''You did transfer but you transferred it to my mobile NOT yours and I had that many calls I had to switch to answer''. Oops.

''How many times have you transferred the phone that you can make a mistake like that? Obviously your day out was taking up your attention rather than the business, well I'm going to make sure you remember next time''. He took my arm put me over his desk pulled up my skirt and gave me such an unexpectedly sharp spanking with his plastic ruler I could hardly believe it, it was over quickly but it was so swift it took my breath away and left me tingling. He pulled me up, I didn't quite know what to say, I heard myself saying ''sorry'', followed by ''would you like a cup of tea''.

Five minutes later we were exchanging days over a cup of tea, funny how things work out.

In work today for a few hours doing a bit of research regarding new business, quite exciting, I'll let you know how we are doing.

I wish you and your family a Happy Easter.

Ronnie
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