Bouncing Bottoms Galore and The Cane!

Really! Swinging cocks too on the beach near our hotel in Tarragona. It wasn't marked as a nudist beach but it was clearly a case of anything goes, not that I mind at all, I just hadn't expected it. I spotted the first one and nudged P, who was laying flat out on the sand beside me trying to doze after a sleepless night. He didn't even raise his head, just murmured lovely and to keep an eye on them and let him know if it grew to epidemic proportions. Then, as an afterthought, see if I could spot any spanked bottoms amongst them, adding not to forget that my own bottom was due to be spanked later.

That was last week, first full day of a lovely little break in the sunshine which combined spanking with good seafood, Roman ruins, historic old town, excellent wines, more nudes and a trip to a leisure park which we aborted quickly. So I'm refreshed and I shall tell you a bit about it because I was also well spanked.

At the start of our trip I was in the doghouse for badgering my husband to get to the airport extra early because there were press reports of huge delays at Bham because of airport restructuring work in addition to local road closures. Even the car parking firm said allow extra time so, reluctantly, P agreed and allowed nearly three hours ahead of departure time, something he never ever does! So anyway we got there in just normal traffic and the airport itself was quiet and P told me someone needed a damned good spanking and perhaps he could rent a private room for half an hour. Very funny, I told him. He said I wouldn't think it was funny when I was across his lap later. Promises promises, I thought but didn't say.

P got stopped at Security, he was frisked by a girl then asked to open his bag, she removed a small sunsceen spray and gave it to someone to take to a separate scanner, it took less than five minutes but from the look on P's face you'd have thought a lot longer, he does get a bit angry. But here's the funny bit...after she'd cleared him and he re-joined me...he said, "What a disappointment, she stopped me for an innocuous mini sunscreen and ignored the dangerous weapon I was carrying". I asked him what he was on about and he told me he'd got one of my travel canes in his bag. I didn't believe him so he unzipped and rummaged around to show me the red handle, he didn't get it right out of the bag. I was shocked. 

"What if she'd seen that and asked you what it was for?" I was really amazed that he'd done that without telling me.

"I would have taken great pleasure in asking her what she thought it was for and then, before she even answered, telling her she was probably right. And then watching her face." He was smiling, probably pleased with himself for having risked it.

I asked him what if I'd been standing next to him, OMG the very thought made me shudder but he maintained it was none of their business and so what if they saw it, it would probably embarrass them more than him, he said. (what about me!). Anyway the cat was out of the bag, I knew a spanking wasn't an idle threat and he reminded me several times during our long wait for embarking that the only thing keeping his temper even was the thought of striping my bottom later. I have to admit it made me tingle each time he said it.

The Spanish airport was dead and they don't bother too much about passports so we got through and picked up our car quickly, it was less than half an hour to the hotel, it wasn't late but even so by the time we got there we were both hungry and stale from travel so a quick shower and into town. We didn't get back till late and we had guests next door so I didn't get spanked. P didn't sleep well, he got a mosquito bite and swore there was one in the room but couldn't find it, he didn't think the bed was comfortable and there was a train line nearby which ran throughout the night although I didn't think it was too noisy.

So that's the background and why P was feeling tired the following day, after visiting the harbour in the morning, when we were spending couple of hours on the beach. He didn't get to doze, I kept reporting more nudes to him, there really were quite a few and some fit looking types amongst them, I made a point of saying that. P wasn't tempted. After an hour or so I told him I was going to get a cup of tea, there was a beach bar not far away, he said he'd have a coffee but not yet, he had a little job to do first. He was going to cane me.

I told him he couldn't, not on a beach, he hadn't got the cane with him anyway, it wasn't supposed to happen like this blah blah. He just said we'd leave the towels where they were and walk back to our hotel which actually overlooked the beach, then he'd cane me and then we'd come back down and have a drink at the beach bar and I could sit there with a sore bottom and point out some of the nudes to him. He was very cheerful. The hotel room was cool, there was no noise coming from either side, P said it was a very good time for caning with everybody out. He retrieved the cane from his bag, put me across his lap on the bend, pulled my shorts down and caned me, telling me off all the way through it for pestering him into breaking his good timekeeping habits. I objected and told him I'd only been following Internet advice!

"And for good measure," said my husband, "quite apart from the airport debacle, I think you deserve your bottom extra caned for going on about all the nudes on the beach."

So I got quite a long caning and he did it hard because it's a short cane and he wanted to make sure it made an impression. It did! It might have been short but it was whippy and it stung like hell and it was as much as I could do to stifle my cries. When he decided I'd learned my lesson he gave my bottom a beefy slap with his hand and told be to get off and pull my shorts up. I lingered, thinking he might want some attention but just snapped and said it was coffee time, telling me to get a move on or I'd be back over his knee for another dose only harder and then I'd be going down to the beach bar with tears as well as a sore bottom. I jumped off the bed!

We were sipping tea and coffee fifteen minutes later, sitting on the raised decking of the beach bar which gave a great view of the whole beach, idly watching boobs, water shrivelled cocks and bare bottoms in the sea. P said he didn't think any of them had been spanked. The only bottom that has been spanked for certain was sitting next to him:)

Ronnie

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BBQ time

It's not, unfortunately, time to have a barbecue. The great British weather tells us when we can or cannot have one. But P tells me it's going to be a hot summer, better than last year, and we'll be having plenty. 'Well that will be nice,' I said, I didn't bother asking him where he'd got his information from, it was just chat. We were sitting outside with mugs of tea after he'd cut the grass and I'd been pottering around with some plants.

Then two days later a Parcel Force man called, he had a delivery, it was a very big box and it was heavy, too much for me and I asked him to pop it into the garage for me. It was a BBQ grill with a smoker box attachment, I thought at first he'd gone modern and bought a gas one to save all the mess of setting up and then cleaning down (I'm the one who always cleans the ashes) but he hadn't, it was clearly stated on the box 'charcoal'. I closed the garage and went down to the shed, our trusty BBQ was still there so I called him and said what a nice surprise getting a gas barbecue for the garden. He nearly erupted over the phone, he said they must have sent the wrong one, he'd check his order, they better bloody not have sent a gas one. I didn't tell him I was only joking, I said he should double check it when he got home.

When he did come home he went straight to the garage, I heard the door go. He came into the house and told me it said clearly on the box it was charcoal, hadn't I read it? I said yes I saw that but I thought maybe it was the type you can sprinkle charcoal on top of. No no, that would be lava rock, he said, not for me thank you. Then I told him we'd already got a good BBQ in the shed, why have two, He said this one was bigger and better, an oil barrel type with a facility for smoking food and lots of space. I asked him what were doing with the other one, were we keeping it as a spare in case the super duper new one ever broke down? I was being sarcastic. Pointless waste of money in my opinion. Boys with toys. He stood and looked at me as if he could hardly believe I said that.

Then he saw me smile as if I was pleased with what I'd said. Then he dropped his bag on the floor, came across the room and put me across his knee and spanked me, lecturing me about the benefits of the new grill and why he preferred real coal and wood over gas and how it wasn't a waste of money at all and I'd see how much better it was when we got some BBQ weather. He wasn't spanking me hard, nowhere near hard enough and it was over cotton so I told him the truth that I'd spotted it was charcoal right from the start, I knew it wasn't gas. 

He started to ask 'Then why did you call me and say...' and then decided not to waste time on words; instead he pulled my shorts and knickers down, clamped his leg across my thighs and gave me humdinger of a hand spanking which had me squealing with protest and secret joy. When he stopped we were both panting, I could feel his bulge against my left hip, I spluttered that maybe we should go upstairs. He said he didn't think so and let me off his lap onto the floor. I thought his zip was coming down and if it hadn't I would have pulled it down but instead he bent me across the seat of the sofa. Then he got behind me, then I heard the zip undo and then I felt his cock against me then in me, and I squealed again as he slapped my bottom and fucked me at the same time. Lovely. The only thing that got barbecued was my backside!

With family all day Saturday then on Sunday we fly out to Spain. Wont be commenting or posting while we're away. 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Spain Trip

I shall be out of the country for a few days next weekend, not exactly unexpectedly because my husband has been keeping very quiet about his rescheduled Ryanair flight booking which caused a bit of friction between us the other week. He said he was going to cancel and get his money back (he told me he had cancelled) but he hadn't; instead he diverted it to another destination on the coast. I asked him why, what was wrong with Madrid. He said nothing but if we (or Ryanair) had kept to the original plan we wouldn't have spent much time in Madrid anyway. That was true but I saw it as an opportunity. He saw it differently, he said instead why not spend the time we would have spent mostly in Salamanca, and a bit in Madrid, somewhere on the coast, enjoy the sea air, eat some good fish, meander through old town streets, visit a castle or two, relax.

He's done it anyway without asking me, and I agreed, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. It's unusual for P, he must have felt sorry for me:) Anyway he hasn't booked a hotel thank goodness so I'll do that and look forward to a few days break and hopefully a spanking or two.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Nalgadas Cumpleaños?

"Really? Oh goody." I said, I love it when my husband talks dirty, well I hoped it was dirty, I understand bits of Spanish myself but not that phrase. I was sitting on our terrace sipping orange juice and feeling generally happy with the world as P joined me with a mug of coffee. It was still hot, around 28 degrees, past the heat of the day but still enough to keep your pores open, I don't know why it is but even after the lovely summer we had in the UK, the Spanish heat always seems hotter and it definitely lasts longer into the evening and even through the night it didn't seem to drop much. 

My husband had been swimming, in the sea which he loves, and we'd both walked along the beautiful uncluttered beach holding hands while he let the sun dry him off. He'd already started to bronze, he doesn't even have to work at it he has that type of skin which tans easily and safely, disgusting:) He hadn't showered and I could see the sea salt on his lightly sweating skin, I also noticed his swim shorts appeared to be housing a not ungenerous erection.

I shuffled my chair closer to his. "Say some more Spanish," I said.

"You haven't responded to the last bit yet," said my husband.

"Oh yes I have, put your hand between my legs and feel." My bikini pants were damp. P didn't go there, he just rested a hand on my thigh and sipped his coffee, then he asked me if I knew what he'd said and of course I didn't and told him so.

"I said 'Birthday Spanking', I was wondering whether to give it you now or wait till later, what do you think?" He's never asked me this sort of question before, I was quite taken aback, it was almost like a business discussion yet sexy in its matter of fact way. His hand remained static on my thigh but his fingers had started lightly stroking.

I said I'd leave it to him to decide and then I asked him if he could spank me in Spanish which made him laugh, then he said something else in Spanish and I caught 'girl' but not the rest of it. He asked me in English if I meant like a Spanish man would spank or just using Spanish words, he said it made quite a difference as Spanish men are known to spank their women very hard. Oh christ I definitely felt my knickers further dampen and I put my hand on his and whimpered that I thought being as we were in Spain....I didn't need to finish the sentence, my husband reads me very well and said he'd be delighted to spank me in Spanish. But before he did, and to make sure I got the most out of the experience, he was going to fuck me and his hand moved between my legs as he said 'then you'll really feel the spanking afterwards won't you, you naughty girl? And that's how it should be isn't it?' My bodily reaction was his answer and then he told me to get up and led me further back onto the terrace under cover of the naya which shaded the sun, and to the solid wooden table which facilitated al fresco dining. He grabbed a couple of padded chair cushions and laid them on the table before bending me over it, 

I told him he couldn't we'd be seen, but he said he could and he'd already checked lines of vision and we wouldn't be seen, then I said someone could call but he proceeded to take my bikini pants down and said he'd locked the driveway gate so no one could disturb us. Then I said we'd be heard but his cock was already nuzzling into the wetness of my slit at that point and I knew he wasn't going to stop and I didn't want him to and I just said 'do it then, do it, fuck me...Oorrrgh..god yes..yes...do it... harder!!!' and words and sounds to that effect as my husband pummelled me across the table and I wiggled and pumped and made what I'm sure must have been the basest noises our lovely little hillside community had been treated to for a long time. When we were done I was pouring sweat and so was P and all we could hear was the gentle gurgle of the pool pump and a few lazily buzzing insects, I thought all the other villas around us must have stopped everything just to eavesdrop.

P straightened up and told me it was time for my spanking, which would be inside. I felt him withdraw and his cum trickle down the inside of my leg, I told him he was dripping onto the tiles and I needed to get something to wipe them and I needed a shower and I didn't need a spanking and did he want another cup of coffee, I'd make one....but he wasn't sidetracked by any of it. He took me by the arm and led me inside, fastening the door behind us, my bikini pants remained on the terrace tiles where they'd fallen during our lovemaking, he said I could do all the clearing up I wanted later, and make him a coffee and have a shower too in fact he'd join me for one (there was a nice wet room in the en suite) but right now I was getting a birthday spanking. A Spanish birthday spanking, he added with a smile.

It was very warm inside especially with the door shut, P led me into a bedroom and closed the window, I said we needed the air con on but he said no it was just right he didn't want me cooling down and, anyway, in a few minutes I'd have quite a different kind of heat to contend with. Then he sat on the bed, pulled me across his lap and started spanking my bare bottom, 

it sounded really loud, I think the Med decor, with fewer soft furnishings that we have in the UK, amplifies the sound, anyway I told P it would be heard but he said we'd already been heard and all anyone could hear now was loud sharp claps and they wouldn't know what they were, unless I started crying out of course. I pulled a pillow over and stuffed the corner into my mouth, I didn't want our temporary neighbours knowing what I was getting. P spanked me for about fifteen minutes and hardly slowed down except when he alternated hands and once when he clamped his right leg across mine to keep me still. I cried out alright but it all went into the pillow. I struggled too and that made me hotter still and my poor backside was almost numb when he finally stopped. Spankings after sex are definitely more painful and I really hadn't wanted it to happen at all although I'll admit that when he eventually stopped and I was able to relax and let go the pillow, and I felt his hand resting across my sit spots, I felt another round of warmth starting between my legs. If I'd been encouraged I would certainly have responded but that didn't happen.

Instead P stood me up and told me it was shower time, he opened a few windows and reopened the door making sure the security grill was locked, the immediate breeze was lovely and I felt the sweat cool on my body causing goose bumps. P kissed me on the neck and escorted me into the shower, he soaped me all over and I did likewise to him and joked that his penis must like the Spanish heat because it seemed hard again. He said it wasn't the Spanish heat that was causing it, it was the Spanish spanking he'd just given and he was planning on plenty more. I said could I please have some before sex not after, he just laughed and said I seemed horny enough either way. 

We went out later into the local village where a fiesta was in progress, my bum was still surprisingly sore after just a hand spanking, I liked the feeling and I liked holding hands with my husband as we mingled with the locals, I couldn't help noticing some of the senoritas, they're very attractive and hold themselves proudly, I thought about what P had said earlier about Spanish men spanking hard, I thought that must be the reason, or part of it, as I straightened up and smiled.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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