I Thought I Might Fall Asleep

Saturday night we had guests, which was great and P put on a lovely meal as he usually does. But what he doesn't usually do is cane, tongue and massage me in the afternoon prior. It made me so sleepy P said he'd rearrange our place settings so that he could kick me under the table if I started nodding off. He was joking. And I didn't nod off because I was re-energised when our friends arrived with bubbly conversation and catch-up talk and a bit of trip planning as Tuesday I'm going to Spain for a few days with one of them.

We had a very pleasant evening but the afternoon was definitely the stand out of the weekend and I think the reason was because it was so unexpected and, I suppose, luxurious and I had to think about that word before using it but it's true. I luxuriated in it. All of it, even the caning which I knew wasn't going to be serious punishment from the way he'd threatened it in the car earlier after I'd been getting on his nerves about something quite trivial or at least I thought it was, a tiny favour I wanted him to do for me while I'm away. I'd asked him to do a certain part of my mail for me but he refused, he said he couldn't guarantee he'd be on time with collections and he certainly wasn't going to stand in line at the post office. I do have an alternative but I still argued a bit that he could be more helpful and eventually he put his foot down and told me to stop it, his decision was final and if I didn't drop the matter he'd take one of my own canes to me when we got home. So I 'pretty pleased' a couple more times after that, noting that his tone was friendly and trusting that a man of his word would take a cane to me and it wouldn't be too bad, even exciting because I haven't had one of my own canes applied to my bottom forcefully.

Well that was the background and so, by late afternoon, after P had done some preparation and popped a duck into the oven to roast, I was taken upstairs, shorts and knickers taken down and caned lying over a couple of pillows on the middle of the bed. He had to do it hard enough to make me squeal or why bother, but I could tell it wasn't going to make my eyes water and in fact it made me horny and I started writhing, lasciviously I hoped, against the pillows. Now it's not unheard of for my husband to make me suck him off (it doesn't take much making) after he's caned me but, for whatever reason, perhaps the noises or the movements I was making during the caning, or the way I answered him cheekily after he'd stopped, when he asked me if I'd learned my lesson and I answered as huskily as I could "Oh god yes, darling, you're masterful at lessons", my husband climbed up on the bed and I thought he was going to fuck me. I quickly shoved my right hand between my legs and started humping my sore backside in response to it when my husband turned me over. He pulled my hand out, licked my fingers slowly, groaned his approval and told me I was a naughty girl, then put his head between my legs right where my fingers had been and I felt his tongue searching for what they'd found. Oh fuck did I scream when he found what he wanted and stayed on it and then I clamped my hand across my mouth because I couldn't trust myself and then he used his thumbs to prise my lips further apart and his tongue worked harder and some deep male sound of approval gurgled from his throat as I started coming gushing and wriggling like mad as he held onto me until I was drained.

We lay for a few minutes, me quietly saying 'fuck' and 'you can't do that' and him just making mmm sounds and giving me the occasional lick. When he got up his face was wet. He still had his jeans on and I could see his bulge, I was certain a blowjob was on the cards and I was up for it but, instead, he turned me back over onto my tummy and asked me if I'd like a massage, I hadn't had one for ages. He got off the bed and went into my drawer, I felt him get back on and then talcum powder sprinkling on me, he said he couldn't see any oil but talc would serve the same purpose of helping his hands slide. He did from my neck right down to the soles of my feet and back up again, slowly and methodically pausing to work extra on tight spots and sensitively over my backside. He didn't try to rekindle anything and was chatting away meaninglessly and happily, it was heaven and I could have fallen asleep any time except when he worked my feet which had a couple of tight spots.

When he'd done he jumped off the bed and said he had to get back to the kitchen. I turned round and pouted and said it wouldn't take long, I was looking directly at his crotch. He laughed and said save it, he wouldn't forget. Neither would I:)

Catch up when I get back from Spain. I've scheduled a couple of picture posts.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Alicante Seafood

So I've got to go to Alicante, well I haven't got to but I've been invited to and it would be impolite to decline. You see for a few years I've been doing business with a small manufacturing company just outside Alicante, they fabricate storage and advertising products, mostly for the fashion industry, we've met the owners a few times at exhibitions over here and we get along fine, albeit after a slightly shaky start because I played my face over one of the girls who dressed in the most ridiculously tight fitting hotpants you can imagine. It got me spanked actually but let's not digress.

What got me the invite was an enquiry from a customer here in the UK wanting to buy quite a large quantity of items from me but with a logo and their own name printed on it. I don't offer that service, although P says I should, so I passed it back to Alicante and it's turned into a good order. I didn't negotiate a commission which was a mistake but never mind. Jose must know it which is why the invite, he says he wants me (us, I wouldn't go on my own) to visit his factory and meet his wife, children and parents, it's a family business, and he'll treat us to dinner in Alicante. I joked only if the seafood was good and he said it will be the best seafood we've ever tasted. So yippee.

One or two nights, I asked P. He said only one, depending on flights, not much to do in Alicante really but fix a date first and then check back with him. He said he wondered if the hotpants girl would be coming out to dine with us, her English is much better than Jose's so it would be a good idea. I said I thought we could manage well enough without her but if she came fine, no problem and I bet she wouldn't be wearing the same outrageous outfit she wore at Olympia where we first met. P said that if she was, which he also doubted because of the weather at this time of year and also being on her home turf, I'd better not react like I did before or I'd be getting a good spanking. I stuck my tongue out at him and wrinkled my nose.

I'll be on my best behaviour actually but the thought of a good spanking in some hotel in Alicante does have a certain appeal:)

Anyway I offered a few dates for after Easter and the earliest P could do was the 19th but he did say we could stay two nights if I wanted. I didn't need telling twice, I booked the flights.

Happy Easter - have a fun one.

Ronnie

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I don't want to live in Greece

We were watching a wildlife documentary the other day and that awful TV ad for Greek yogurt came on, (don't know if you've seen it) two girls are talking with each other and the camera pans out to expose them as mythical half girl half pony creatures, I can't find a picture of it. But anyway, my husband said that's where we need to go, Greece. I asked him why, because of the pony girls?

"No not at all, because they'll be some bloody cheap property out there when the drachma returns."

"Aren't they staying in the EU then?"

"They think they are," said P, "but I don't think many others do, not in the longer term, just a matter of time."

I didn't know whether he was being serious or not but I don't want to go and live there anyway and I told him so. I don't speak any Greek for a start, I do a bit of Spanish, and I'm not that keen on Greek food, no offence to any Greeks.

"OK no problem," said he, "we'll wait for the peseta to return instead."

I didn't argue with that, whether he was joking or not, I definitely do like Spanish food and I know my husband has a regard for those sultry senoritas.

We do have some odd conversations in our house from time to time and I'm sure it's the same in yours.

Ronnie

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Liebe in Spanien

Love in Spain.

You know I love art and especially if it has anything to do with TTWD so when I spotted this little piece on eBay, I bid and won. Do you like it?

I'm going to frame it and give it to P for his birthday. It will be a little reminder of Spain.

Hope your week goes well.

Ronnie

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Bankers starved of sex

I'm not a banker basher honest, although my husband puts them in the same category as lawyers, but a small article in the Sunday Times amused me.

Spain is in a bit of an economic mess as is well publicised, so it's nice to hear that the high class 'working girls' (prostitutes)

are trying to do their bit to help the economy by refusing to have sex with bankers until there is clear evidence that they are mending their ways and start making credit available again to families and small business instead of hogging all the EU handouts to themselves.

According to one of the striking prostitutes in Madrid, some sneaky bankers are trying to get round the ban by pretending to be architects or engineers but the girls aren't being fooled. They apparently know a banker when they see one.

Another of the girls told the Times that "it had been many years since these professionals could afford rates that start at 300 euros per hour".

Bloody hell, 300 euros an hour! I'm in the wrong business:)

Ronnie

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Greedy in Barcelona

Have any of you been? I loved it and I think we're re-visiting in January, yippee!! But why not sooner I asked P, he just said January was when you need a little shot to the system, with Christmas out of the way, dire weather, spring seeming a long way off, a mid-winter boost to cheer you up.

I asked him what about a late autumn boost but he wasn't forthcoming, although I saw some sunny blue sky scenes on his laptop screen the other day so who knows, que sera and all that.

Barcelona isn't exactly a sun and sand destination in January anyway, although it's a lot warmer than the UK, it's about shopping and tapas and old winding cobbled streets and vibey trendsetter bars and boutiques sitting alongside centuries old Spanish traditions and both seeming right. The Gaudi architecture, Sagrada Familia, Picasso museum etc etc (and the football stadium if you're a fan) are all worthy attractions but we've done them so it'll be the old quarter, the little bars, the food, shopping in the tiny Spanish shops not the multi nationals in the commercial area, I'm looking forward to it. It better happen.

YES IT'S LONG AND YES SPANKING SOON !!! don't worry, I'm not being paid by the Spanish Tourist Board, there is spanking in this post. You see there are spanking opportunities in Barcelona because there are delights and temptations, it's easy to over indulge, easy to let your eyes wander, easy to show a bit of attitude (Spanish girls have attitude a-plenty), easy to get yourself in trouble. I know because I did it last time we were there and I got spanked for it, a proper old fashioned spanking with me half across my husband's knee and half across a hard bed, as hard as I imagine prison beds must be.

We found the hotel online after checking reviews, it was just off Las Ramblas which is a main and manic street full of bars, eateries, clubs, tourists and pickpockets going all 24 hours. The grand hotels on it are overpriced and noisy in spite of soundproofing, but we found this little gem just 3 minutes walk off the main drag, 20 bedrooms, refurbished, minimalist I think you might call it, bleached wood floors, slatted shutters and little balconies to each room, it was quirky but nice. And the beds were hard, as mentioned. The streets around it were full of little bars, cosy restaurants, cake shops and tapas bars and it was in one of the best tapas bars I've ever been to that I earned my spanking. It was full of Spanish people, no tourists, they had wonderful and colourful taps on offer, some cold some to be cooked to order, and aged Iberian hams hanging from rafters in the ceiling which the EU have tried to make illegal on hygiene grounds but Spanish restaurateurs just ignore,

I mean they've been doing it that way for centuries, why should Brussels ruin it. So to cut it short, we had a couple of beers a variety of little tapas and a bottle of Rioja, then I decided I'd like to try some ham. P was at the bar choosing some more tapas so I went to the other end where the hams were and asked for some ham and cheese, in my very best attempt at Spanish. The guy behind the counter, pleased that an English woman was interested in his display of hams and that she did her best to use his language, pointed to several hams explaining their virtues, to be honest he spoke too fast for me, then I heard 'viejo' which I understood and said 'Si, muy viejo' and then same with the cheese 'Manchego, por favor, viejo'. He looked pleased, I should have known they would be expensive when he put the first wafer thin ham slice on a scale and looked at me, I said 'Si, more, mas por favor' and so on. You can imagine what's coming.

The ham and cheese were fantastic, P shared it too and agreed, I suggested another bottle of Rioja everything was so nice but P said no, let's have a wander round so he asked for the bill. 5 plates of tapas, 2 beers, bottle of Rioja, water, bread about 25 euros........jamon viejo, manchego 48 euros. P just looked at it, then he asked me if I'd checked the cost when I ordered. I said no, just asked him for old. 'Well you certainly got old,' said my husband, 'in fact it must be the house special vintage reserved for Americans, Japanese and English women who know just about enough Spanish to show off but not enough to know what they're doing, judging from the price.

Ridiculous.' Oh dear I had an angry P on my hands. Well, no point dwelling on it, I told him to cheer up it had all been really enjoyable, pay up and I'd buy the beers next stop. Which I did and we got talking to a Aussie couple and I bought them a beer too, and P cheered up and I thought the extravagant ham was forgotten. I got very mildly tipsy by the end of the evening and on the walk back to our hotel P grumbled about the tapas bill again, saying if I didn't drink so much maybe I wouldn't get stiffed so easily. That annoyed because it wasn't true, then I stumbled on a protruding drain cover and P said 'there, you see, you can't even walk straight.' That wasn't true either, I had genuinely caught my heel on the cover and it further annoyed me and I told him, 'I'm not inebriated and I certainly wasn't inebriated when I ordered the fucking ham, I ordered it because I wanted it so there.'

P didn't say anything, we got back to the hotel quite late and went to bed. In the morning P was up and showering early, I heard him but didn't get up. He came out of the bathroom and I could hear the shower still running, then he switched some news channel on the TV, volume up, then he came over to the bed, pulled me out of it, sat down and hauled me across his lap. He didn't say anything, just pulled my knickers down and started spanking me and I guessed what it was for and I didn't want to struggle and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting me so I just lay there

but after a couple of minutes my backside was on fire and I started to wriggle and then kick my legs and elbow myself up off his lap. And my husband gripped me tighter and swung his right leg across my thighs to keep them still and increased the force of the spanking and after several more minutes I asked him to please stop and told him I was sorry about the ham. He paused and told me it wasn't about the ham, silly girls make mistakes, it was about my attitude and language on the way back to the hotel, then he spanked me some more for good measure and told me to go and shower, we were going out for breakfast in 10 minutes. God it takes me 10 minutes to adjust the shower controls let alone be ready to go out, and what was wrong with the hotel breakfast anyway I asked, but P just told me to get a move on.

About 20 minutes later we were sitting on high stools at the counter of a little coffee shop round the corner from the hotel, me shuffling a bit as my backside was still tender, with coffee and chocolate and churros, listening to the cacophony of business folk, office workers and shop girls all shouting for their morning fixes over the too loud Spanish radio station playing behind the bar. Somebody lit a cigarette next to me, I hate them, in fact I'm sure it's illegal even in Spain but nobody seemed bothered, P saw I was irritated and got off his stool so that I could take his place, which I did gratefully and with just a tiny grimace as I settled my bottom onto the warm seat he'd left me. He told me were breakfasting out because it was 14 euros in the hotel. Each! but the whole deal in this little bar would be less than 5 and he was trying to balance the books from last night. Ha! Then he put his hand on my knee and asked me if I'd learned my lesson and I smiled demurely and said I had, and P was happy as a lark and I didn't know whether it was from saving the euros or my contrition or just being in the little Spanish bar. He said we should take a walk down to the old quarter and do some shopping and actually all I wanted to do at that moment was go back to the hotel room and have urgent sex. I settled for the shopping though.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

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Red Bottom Green Fingers

Beautiful weather the last few days, at least in our part of the country, unusual as its a long weekend, I think later today its going to revert to normal British bank holiday weather. Never mind, it'll water in the summer flowers we planted yesterday. Not that I've got green fingers, and certainly not P, but the extra colour is nice and should last right through summer and hopefully several barbecues.

 

I think the sunshine put P in holiday mode because when I came down for breakfast yesterday he was browsing the Ryanair site tut-tutting about all sneaky charges they make.

''Ooh are we going somewhere?''

''Just checking,'' he said. He doesn't just check so he obviously had something mind.

''Do I need to get me bikini out?''

''I'll give you plenty of notice for that. I think you need to get bikini fit before you worry about fishing it out,'' he was smiling as he said it, even so my hand went to my tummy which doesn't seem to respond to running, dieting, crunches which I always cheat on anyway or anything else I try to flatten it. If I diet too much then I lose weight from areas I don't want to lose weight from, in particular my backside which he forbids me to lose weight from.

 

We have a scale in the kitchen and he heard me get on it.

''Well? How's it looking?'' He shouted through.

''I'm er a tad over my average, well according to this scale anyway,'' I said making a mental note to check the bathroom scale later. But actually you don't need a scale to tell you when you're a bit up or a bit down and I knew I was a bit up, about three pounds up actually. He came into the kitchen and asked me to get back on, he made sure the needle was set to nil first. Hmm definite lack of control in the weight department, he concluded.

''You better report to my office after breakfast,'' he said. He always calls it 'his' office not 'the' office when he's going to spank me. The guilty stomach flipped, its owner finished her breakfast, a little less cereal than usual, and made her way up to his office where he was reading mail, another little thing he does when he wants to appear serious, he wouldn't have a flights page or a yummy Spanish beach resort on display, he likes it to seem like I'm disturbing his work, an errant girl reporting to him, a nuisance, he'll have to stop what he's doing to deal with her.

 

''Ah good, you're here,'' he said still looking at his inbox, ''close the door please and wait there.''

He turned round after a couple more minutes and told me he was thinking maybe we could squeeze a long weekend, possibly even a week, in between now and August, not business just R&R, but he could see I'd got some work to do if I was to feel comfortable on the beach. Ha! whatever the truth of his words, no girl likes to be told she needs to shape up a bit so I told him he should take a look at his own weight. I think it didn't go down well, he pushed his chair back from the desk, reached back for my arm and pulled me right alongside him my knees touching the chair edge and his right thigh. We have a small sofa type seat in the office, it converts to an occasional bed, it's the other side of his upright chair and when he positions his chair close enough I can land my upper body on it, it's safe and it facilitates longer spanking without un-necessary discomfort, except to my bottom of course. He'd positioned his chair just right so I knew he was going to take me forcefully across his lap any minute and I knew it would last a while.

''Well I think I can see I'm going to have to help you shape up seeing as you're not doing very well yourself,'' he said.

''I think it might be that scale downstairs,'' I said unconvincingly. He didn't even reply, just pulled me sharply across his knee. He adjusted his position presumably for maximum swing and then laid into my backside. No warmup, not like maintenance, just straight in, my cotton shorts didn't offer much protection and my bum was soon burning and I was writhing and telling him in between 'ouches' and 'no, pleases' that I'd be trying harder, increasing my runs, cutting down wine that was the culprit, it was wine, it wasn't my fault at all, we'd had several social occasions and wine was always there.

''No excuses, I'm not interested in excuses, I want to see results, in fact I'll be expecting to see results and you can be sure I'll be checking and you can expect to get spanked good and hard each time I check and find you're over your average,''

''Maybe we could adjust my average,'' I volunteered. He ignored my suggestion but the spanking stopped.

''Now lift your hips a little for me,'' he ordered. I did. His hands came round to unclasp the waistband and they were pulled down round my thighs in a flash. The spanking resumed, harder.

''This is for trying to divert attention from your own shortcomings by suggesting my own weight could be looked at. I will take a look at it but I won't have you trying to use it to help your own situation, do you understand?''

''Yes...SLAP...YESS!!!!... SLAP.....I do understand, I do.

''And this will help you remember your manners.'' ......SLAP....OUCH!....''PLEASE......really I will remember my manners and I will sort out the excess...OUCH... really I WILL!''

 

He spanked me for a further five minutes at least, and five minutes is a long time when you're bare bottomed over a man's lap getting lectured and spanked. I think he ran out of things to lecture about because the last two minutes were pure spanks and my bottom and upper thighs were on fire by the time he stopped.

 

'''Well I hope we'll see some improvement soon now that I've taught you a lesson,'' he said. It was a statement and a question, I told him I'd be trying my best and I'd be grateful for his help, he started stroking my tortured cheeks, hmmming in satisfied way. I started murmuring deeply in a not-yet-satisfied-but-hoping-to-be way and wriggling my bum appreciatively. He told me that as I'd apparently learned my lesson I could get up and we could get on with more pleasant matters, I had a moment of doubt, I shouldn't have, his hand stayed on my bum as I got up, he steadied me, stood up himself, shoved his laptop aside and bent me forward across his desk. I was very wet and horny as hell and I squealed with delight as his cock rammed into me, his thighs slamming hard against my punished bottom and I came in no time stifling a scream as I could hear kids playing outside. P wasn't done, he followed half a minute later and when I felt him spurt into me I came again and then collapsed across his desk.

 

So it was with a sore bottom that a well sated but a tad overweight girl got the planting done and overall had a very pleasant day indeed.

 

Ronnie

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