What do you like?

A reader asked what I like about being spanked.

Here are a few...

...the closeness, the pain, the sense of submission his dominance, the feeling it leaves me with and of course not forgetting a nice warm (or hot) bottom.

What do you like about being spanked? 

Have a good week,

Ronnie
xx

Spanked for being Provocative

How was your weekend? Mine (a long one) was and still is going well, I will be back in Blighty late this evening and I've seen the TVE news of the snow we've had back home so I hope most of that has gone. It's not quite as cold here, there's certainly no snow and we actually sat outside a bar and had a beer last night, admittedly with butane heater lamps keeping us warm.

We went sightseeing in Barcelona Saturday, we visited the Sagrada Familia cathedral to see how they were getting on with. We went by the sea and had coffees (well P had coffee. I had water and a large slice of cake.) it was chilly I can tell you but still nice.

Now Girona is a lovely and overlooked city, it mixes riverside run down dwellings with old town quaint streets and alleys with beautiful little shops and restaurants, there's also and old Roman fortress overlooking the city which you can walk round. I like it, not as busy or grand as Barcelona.

Oh and Friday I got spanked. Why? For wearing my tight jeans, which I travelled in. P said I was acting provocatively, I said to provoke what? He said to provoke what you're going to get later in the hotel. This was said while we were still in the airport departure lounge, and if I hadn't been acting provocatively up to that point (which I hadn't) I certainly did my best to from then on and it resulted in me getting spanked early evening in our hotel bedroom, the time of day when showers are running, TV news channels are on, there's background noise, good time for spanking. I had a really boring pair of pants on too but P still snapped me with my phone after pulling them up to expose my cheeks.

It doesn't look very spanked but it really was and I could still feel it later when we dined in a charming bodega which served tapas and Argentine steaks from a barbacoa.

See you tomorrow.

Ronnie

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Would you?

Would you dare say this to your man... and what if you did?

I can imagine P's response, it makes me tingle.

Ronnie

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Christmas Tension

It happens every year, I imagine it's the same or similar in most families. It is a wonderful time of year, especially for the kids and for those amongst us who have kids around to keep us acting like them. But there is also stress, it's unavoidable, it's in shopping, budgeting, meeting deadlines, what to wear for this and that 'do', who's visiting who.....and then for us - or more accurately me - there's P's mom.

Now I haven't mentioned her much for several months, not since I got a proper humdinger of a spanking for acting up over her, but that doesn't mean she's not been around and it doesn't mean there hasn't been any friction. There has, not much I'll admit but still cropping up periodically. Saturday I got spanked because of her, not a humdinger like that last time but still, it wasn't a prelude to sex so it was a put me in my place spanking, and I've been warned not to get stroppy over the arrangements for the forthcoming festive holiday, which I've no doubt I'll be reverting to later and probably more than once.

But let me tell you what happened to get me spanked on Saturday and I'm sure you'll see my side. The cause of my sore backside happened two days earlier, Thursday night actually, we took P's mom out to our favourite little Italian the one I've told you about before, it's nice and we are regulars but at Christmas time, space is at a premium, we didn't book, they had no tables but they did have some space upstairs, an area they normally keep for party bookings. My fault for not booking, anyway we went upstairs, it was half full, the atmosphere wasn't the same, we were seated by the widow and it was a cold night, P's mom was chilly she pulled her jacket around her shoulders, I asked for the heating to be turned up a bit but for some reason the staff couldn't do it and the boss wasn't in, P said it was OK but I told the girl we'd have to forget the meal because we weren't comfortable, we'd go somewhere else. I got dirty looks from P and his mom but for gods sake I was mainly doing it for the sake of his mom, anyway our girl came back two minutes later and said they were relaying a table downstairs for us if we could hang on.

To cut it short, we got the downstairs table but I'm sure everybody thought we were picky customers and actually P's mom told me downstairs she felt a bit awkward after me making such a fuss. Huh! So we ate in 'awkwardness', me being the villain for just telling the truth and speaking up on behalf of P's mom. It was alright eventually, food was nice and we dropped his mom off at the end of the evening in a good mood.

Then on Friday we had few words because she called and invited us out for the following week, in other words later this week, and I didn't fancy it and told P I didn't, we're due to see her next weekend and we'll be seeing a lot of her over Christmas. P said he'd diplomatically avoid it but on Saturday morning he went round to fix a garage light fitting for her and when he got back he told me we'd be going out on Thursday. ''I thought we'd agreed you were going to skip over it somehow,'' I said but P said I'd enjoy it and she'd asked if our son was free to bring him along and she was bringing her sister too. Great, she's about four years older than P's mom and always seems to have something to moan about whenever I've met her.

''Well that's bloody marvelous, it's my Christmas too you know, there are local services providing entertainment for the elderly, why not point your mom and her sister in their direction?'' P didn't answer. ''And if we must go I don't want it to be our little Italian again, I got blamed wrongly last week for being fussy, so make it somewhere else and if there's anything wrong they can speak up for themselves, I'm strictly neutral, an accompaniment.''

P didn't like the bit about the elderly and local services and actually I knew it was wrong immediately after I said it, and was about to apologise when P stood up, took me by the arm and marched me upstairs to our spare room. He told me we'd all be older one day and how would I like being talked about like that, think about it he said, as he closed the spare room door and pulled the chair out from under the desk, I could hardly argue, I told him I was about to apologise. ''You'll apologise, I've no doubt about that,'' he said as he unfastened my jeans and pushed them down to me knees ''you'll apologise and you'll really mean it.''

He didn't have to order me or force me, I knew I was wrong, he sat on the chair and I placed myself across his lap, I caught his eye as I lowered myself and said I really was sorry, it didn't make any difference to the outcome. My shirt was lifted, my knickers were pulled down and I was spanked for several minutes with an occasional pause to adjust position or while he let a particular point sink in. He spanked until my backside felt like I'd sat on hornet's nest, not that I ever have, and when I went still, which I do at a certain point when feeling becomes almost numb with pain, he spanked the tops of my thighs too which made me wriggle and squeal and beg him to stop. He did, and a moist eyed sore bottomed girl, who'd made a thoughtless comment, apologised again, this time in a quivery voice and not quite wanting to catch his eye when he ordered me up.

He told me to pull my pants up and let that be a lesson to me and to think about what I was saying and about other peoples' feelings and not to get bitchy again about what had to be done, it's the time of year when everyone makes compromises he said. Well I hadn't been bitchy in my opinion, just outspoken and trying to make a wisecrack which had backfired, but I wasn't about to argue.

A couple of hours later we were choosing cards together in one of the stores, not a hint of tension, and I resisted the urge to choose a funny one about mother-in-laws.

Ronnie

xx