Harder

I know, we've all seen Spank Me Pants, they're even in mainstream stores, boring boring, yawn.

So when my husband saw the pair I had out on the washing airer outside our villa on our recent holiday, I wasn't surprised he asked me why I'd brought something so 'tacky' as he put it. I told him not to judge too soon, he might get to like them, he obviously didn't notice that there were more red letters underneath the 'me', and that's just how I wanted it to be.

So later in the day, when we came off the beach and I put them on and leaned against the balustrade enjoying the early evening cooler air and lovely views, he had a pleasant surprise. That extra word made all the difference and I soon felt his hand on my backside, beer in the other, as he asked me how much the third word meant. I told him it was kind of open ended, I mean the more you keep reading it....well you know, it goes on and on.

He got the point and seemed delighted to test his interpretation of the message later, and he escorted a very sore bottomed girl out to a very nice restaurant to dine later that evening. I was delighted with the results in spite of being a bit shuffly sitting for the rest of the evening.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx