Meme

Hello, how all you all?  All good here. We've been busy and done some travelling, only in this country. Next week it's the school holidays so we will be doing some fun things with the grandkids. 

Found this meme and you know me, I do love a spanking meme.

Have you ever gotten spanked? 
Are you kidding? You're asking Ronnie if she's ever been spanked - yes a few times:)

Are you spanked bare bottomed, over panties, over clothes?
Yes to all.

What is the best thing about being spanked?
The closeness, the reconnection and sometimes the hurt.

What position do you get spanked in?
Whatever position P tells me to get in.

Have you ever gotten spanked in public?
No, except the odd swat. I did have a quick fun spanking last year in the woods. P put me over a tree stump and gave me a few hands spanks. Tahnkfully no one was around.

What do you get spanked with the most?
I rarely have a choice.

On a scale of 1-10 how much does the average spanking hurt?
Hard one to answer. Depends on what P uses and for how long the spanking lasts.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a hairbrush?
Yes, I don't like it and thankfully hardly ever comes into play now.

Were you spanked as a child or by a teacher? 
Easy answer - no.

Do you think spanking is fun and enjoyable? 
Ha. Oh yes spanking is fun - most of the time.

Have you ever gotten spanked for bad driving (speeding ticket, etc)?
No but I did get spanked for bad parking.

Have you ever gotten a spanking for no reason at all?
If P decides he wants to spank me, then I do.

Is your butt spankable?
P still spanks me so I think it must be.

Are you currently in trouble?
Ronnie in trouble, no, well yes, currently for swearing.

Do you get lectured during spanking?
Yes lots of time.

Have you ever seen someone else get spanked?

Not in real life. I think I would like to. In two minds.

Have you ever gotten spanked for cursing?
Yes, P hates me swearing,  As I said, I'm in trouble for swearing when we were out.

Have you ever gotten spanked for lying?
Me lie, no, yes I have. Wasn't a big lie though.

Have you ever been spanked with more than one spanking instrument in one spanking session?
Oh yes, the most I can remember is three, not counting,the hand.

Do you hate spankings?
Does Ronnie hate spanking? Most of the time, no. 

How many people spank you?
Three. My husband, my friend and my lover :)

Have you ever gotten spanked with your butt in the air? 
LOL. Yes.

Have you ever gotten spanked so hard your butt was purple?
No, not that hard, though I do like to see a few marks.

Do you think that spanking is a good punishment?
Everyone is different and some don't spank for punishment, but for me, yes.

Do you believe spanking has made your relationship better, or worse?
We've always had a great relationship. We've been together for other 48 years so I can't say spanking has made it better but it has added a little extra spice over the years.

Is your butt red and sore afterwards?
Most of the time. I do love to have a sore bottom after a spanking.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a sneaker? 
No but have with a sandal and a slipper.

Have you ever been spanked twice in one day?
Yes loads of times,

Have you ever asked to be spanked for something you did wrong?
I have but not for a while. I don't like to ask.

Have you ever gotten your butt caned?
More times than I care to remember and still have a love hate for the cane.

Have you ever gotten spanked with a wooden spoon? 

Yes a few times.  Dosen't do much for me.

What do you get spanked for?
Play, punishment or just because P wants to. 

On average, how many times a month are you spanked?
Not enough for my liking.

Do your friends know that you get spanked? 
Only my friends here in blogland.

Have you ever gotten your butt belted and paddled?
Yes.  Don't like the belt. I love when P uses the rose leather paddle.

After your spanking is over, how long before you repeat the same offence? 
As quickly as I can:)

Does your spouse enjoy spanking you?
You'll have to ask him but as he keeps on doing it, I'd say yes he does.

Have you ever spanked yourself?
Only to tease P.

What is the worst thing about being spanked?
It bloody well hurts.

How long does the spanking last?
My dear husband decides how long it lasts but sometimes not long enough for me.

Do you like to be spanked?
Haven't I answered that one already? YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Would you describe yourself as a rule follower, or a rule breaker?
I rarely follow the rules.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Another Year Starts

Hope you enjoyed all the celebratipons last night.

I don't really blog these days so thank you to each and everyone who stopped by my humble little blog last year. Really appreciate you taking the time.

I know I've said it before, but it's my blog and I'm going to say it again:)  -  Roz, you always leave lovely comments when I post and for a lot of bloggers. From all of us, thank you. You are a lovely friend to our community.

Wishing you all and your family a happy, healthy and prosperous 2026.

Happy New Year.

Love,

Ronnie
xx

Spanked, Whipped and Handcuffed

This one always makes me smile.. I do enjoy a game of Scrabble:)

I keep my eyes open for spanking related cards, sadly I didn't find any this year. This one I sent to P a few years ago (bought online)

I'm so far behind visiting blogland becuase we've been very busy, also done more travelling this year so sorry if I haven't stopped by.

Note to self : Must do better visiting next year.

Ronnie
xx

Hello

Seems ages since I last posted. We're having a really busy but lovely summer.  Been travelling and we had a family holiday in Spain. It was the grandchidren's first plane ride into another country, they loved it and didn't want to come home. Neither did I.

A newish reader sent me this picture she didn't know I had posted it before (you might remember it} As it's one of my favourite black and white pictures I'm posting it again

because it makes me smile every time I see it and reminds me of the many happy times bent over our photocopier being spanked:)

Have a good week

Love,
Ronnie
xx

4th

 Wishing all our friends across the pond a happy 4th July. Enjoy the holidays.

To all my readers who don't celebrate 4th July, have a fun weekend.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

What do you think?

I think she must be going for her caning appointment because she wouldn't be sitting still if she'd been.

I love black and white spanking photos, especially if they are spanking related.

Please let me know if the photo is yours.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

A Smile for Today

 

Wonder if I still have my maid's outfit:)

Ronnie
xx

Thank you, Wine Gums

I love wine gums and bought a bag when I was at our local supermarket. P was with me and noticed the purchase and also commented that they were very high in sugar, I'd be better off buying chocolate that very dark stuff you've had before, he said. I said I don't eat many, they are just a little treat occasionally but he looked at the bag and humphed and stood by his comment. He reminded me that he'd once spanked me for consuming chocolate too regularly, it was a few years back admittedly but he said he could always impose a similar rule for wine gums.

Well I'm sure you get the idea and whilst I was pleasantly surprised that he was inferring a spanking, I was offended that he was trying to dictate what I ate. Anyway it passed but in the week it reignited when he saw the empty wine gum bag in the kitchen waste bin, quite a large bag actually. 

'So I see you took my advice seriously,' he said when he waved the bag in front of me as he collected my mug to make a fresh cup of tea.

'Oh I didn't eat all of them, our granddaughter had a few and some got dropped outside.' Both lies.

'So you're teaching my granddaughter bad habits too,' he said.

Well really the opportunity was too good to miss so I told him she was our granddaughter and she didn't have any and I ate the rest of them really, none of them spilled on the floor. I didn't get my fresh cup of tea, instead he took me upstairs and spanked me.

I hadn't had my bottom warmed for a while so it was quite thrilling when he put me across his lap on the end of the bed and pulled my shorts down. Then painful when his hand started landing forcefully across my cheeks making me squiggle and squeal out. I complained that it wasn't fair and he told me to shut up and listen while he read the riot act about how bad sugar was for everyone and that telling silly little lies was always unacceptable, all this while he spanked and spanked and spanked until eventually I really wanted him to stop and he wouldn't until I apologised and promised I'd learned my lesson.

He let me up and said 'Right that's a rule from now on then, no more wine gums unless you can get sugar-free ones or you know what you'll get.'

No sex, I don't think I wanted any. he went down and put the kettle on so I did get my fresh cup of tea in the end and enjoyed sipping it on a smarting backside. Later the same day I sent him a picture of some sugar free wine gums, I added a little smiley and a wink. He told me to come upstairs with him again and told me he had something of his own which was sugar free and I could pop in my mouth with no health considerations at all so I did, on my knees with him standing over me and roaring his approval with unseemly speed and greedy me getting as much as I could.

Thank you, wine gums.

Ronnie

xx

A Smile

How are you? Well I hope. 

We went away for a couple of days and had a lovely Jubilee weekend.  Busy with Grandchildren this week.

"No need to be shy Sir, tell me what level of punishment your wife needs and I'll be pleased to help you choose appropriately.....and then I'll instruct Miss Smith to try them on for you and you may spank her.....to get a feel for them". 

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Tenderest part

I hurt my foot about three weeks ago, haven't mentioned it but it has been a real 'pain', pun intended. P has been very good about it, ferrying me around, doing loads of jobs I usually do but can't because I'm supposed to keep weight off my foot which has a tiny fracture underneath and could take 6-8 weeks to mend. I've even got some crutches on loan from our friendly local A&E although I haven't used them much and in fact will take them back this week.

Where the arrow points is more or less where the pain is and as anyone who's ever had reflexology massage will know, it's sensitive.

Anyway to the point. It's starting to feel a bit better now and P has noticed me walking more fluently, and moaning less (his words, I don't think I've moaned much) and I happened to respond that I've been compensating for the foot by walking differently and that's caused pain elsewhere but even so I agreed the trend was upward. He said good and no need to thank him for all the help he'd given me, it was all part of the service. I thought 'hang on what's he on about, I don't think I have thanked him' so I actually said it out loud. He smiled and said, 'But you're going to'.

'Now that you're starting to feel less sorry for yourself I'm going to give you some extra pain to help take your mind off the little matter of your foot.'

I knew what he meant and my heart leapt for joy as he escorted (not frogmarched) me from the bedroom into our little office. He had me across his lap making sure my foot wasn't causing me any grief, then told me he knew exactly how to deal with ungrateful girls who don't show proper appreciation for the way they've been looked after. I felt like arguing my case but instead, realising he was fabricating a reason for spanking me, just agreed and told him it was inexcusable and such a girl should be dealt with firmly. I felt my knickers dampen as the words left my mouth and then the spanking started and it went on, by hand, for a good five minutes with him lying away about my ungratefulness as he continued roasting my backside. OMG that was so therapeutic and I was hot as hell by the time he finished.

'No rush', he said, 'take your time', as I eased myself up to sit next to him on the futon. I put my hand on his chest and murmured I was sorry for having been so thoughtless. Then I looked down at his crotch, he had shorts on and I could see there was a definite opportunity to be un-thoughtless and down I went. Oh it tasted good and from the roar he made as it filled my mouth I'd say I was forgiven. Then back to reality as I hobbled downstairs to make us both a cup of tea:)

Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx 

Insolence has its rewards

 

Sent from a reader. 

Picture found at Stan's blog. Au Fil Des Jurs.

Stay safe. Have a good week,

Ronnie
xx

The Store

Hope everyone has had a good week. You may remember this one.

The Department Store was one of the traditional type you don't see many nowadays, old but well kept building, no fluorescent sales posters, no weasel '(up to) 50% OFF' lures, sensible modest window displays, its only apparent self promotion was a framed plaque fixed to the wall by the entrance door boasting Johnson & Johnson had a department for absolutely everything, and they'd proudly provided discerning service and quality since 1810.

''Everything?'' I ask, back home. ''Everything.'' the man on the phone says, so I resolve to put them to the test and turn up first thing next morning asking for the 'discipline dept'..............to my surprise the assistant behind the customer services desk doesn't bat an eyelid and takes me to an elevator where she whispers something to a uniformed attendant, he stands aside courteously to let me in, the elevator stops two levels down and the uniformed man steps out indicating I should follow. ''But this is fabrics and household furniture,'' I politely point out, good stuff too from the look of it, arranged in small sections either side of a corridor walkway, each with matching or complementary displays. The man pauses, smiles politely and extends his hand in the direction of the corridor which seems to end at a tapestried wall. ''Please,'' he says. I follow.

I know quality, my eyes, ears and nose are filled with it. Silent footsteps on lush Wilton, unobtrusive classical music, leather, oak, silk, brass, I like it. Well dressed assistants, I can only see two, no customers so far but then I'm early. We get to the tapestry and the uniformed man stops, to the right appears to be more floor space and more displays, I think I see a couple of customers talking with an assistant along there. To the left is a conventional corridor with doors off each side, the man tells me I need the third door on the right, I should go right in, Mr Bellamy will be with me shortly.

The door leads into a panelled room, more thick carpet, portraits along the facing wall, I recognise some as noteworthiness of old, they all look austere. There's a large dark wood table in the centre, top inlaid with leather, matching chairs, some at the table and some along the wall to the right, it must seat a dozen easily. Several cabinets line the opposite wall, all closed, there's also a door, it's closed too.

No Mr Bellamy, no goods for browsing. I'm about to leave when the door opens, startling me slightly, ''Ah good morning madam, I'm so sorry to have kept you, I'm Mr Bellamy.'' He proffers his hand which I take, it seems right, he's well dressed, distinguished looking, his hand is firm and he's well spoken with a friendly yet professional demeanour. ''We don't have nearly as many clients for this department nowadays,'' he explains, ''not since corporal discipline was banned from the state education system, even the best private schools reluctantly complied eventually, at least ostensibly, and then all the fuss we read in the press about parental smacking and what's right and wrong, what's permissible and not, you know what I mean,'' he said. I detected genuine sadness in his voice, the passing of an era and all that, and I nodded understandingly.
Still, we do have our regular clients, city folk, business types, gentlemen of the land etc who still respect the old values, and of course we welcome new clients like yourself, modern thinking independent women who are interested less in political correctness than personal satisfaction.''

He smiled warmly, I felt flattered.

''So, er, where are the, ahem, sale items. Mr Bellamy?'' I ventured.

''Of course, how remiss of me,'' he said taking a bunch of keys from his pocket and moving towards the cabinets, ''Please.''

He opened them from left to right and I followed him, only as he progressed from one cabinet to the next, I stalled at the first. Transfixed. Eyes wide, heart pounding. The cabinet was lined with canes.

hanging neatly from hooks, each had a small hand written note fastened under its hook detailing it's length, thickness, origin, material, 'used' or 'unused' and so on. There were crooked handles, straight handles, leather bound, cord bound. long, short, extra flexible, junior, senior, I had never realised there were so many options. Mr Bellamy must have noticed me, perhaps he thought I was feeling ill. ''Madam?'' He said, indicating the other cabinets he'd opened for my inspection. ''Can I get you a class of water, or perhaps a coffee?'' I told him a glass of water would be appreciated and he told me he'd be a few minutes, leaving me to peruse his treasures at my leisure.

I browsed from cabinet to cabinet, it was astonishing, there were tawses, straps, paddles, rulers, books to record punishments in,

books about historical punishment, books explaining how to administer punishment, all in the cabinets to the left of the door. The cabinets to the right of the door contained soft suede floggers, riding crops, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds etc, sort of Ann Summers but in quality. It seemed stock to the left was for the traditionalists and stock to the right was for fun couples seeking added excitement. I was drawn to the left, it had the 'properness' of time, it had authority, it was compelling.

Mr Bellamy returned with my water and asked me if I'd seen anything which suited my requirements. I told him I preferred the cabinets to the left of the door and asked him if he had any more displays, perhaps through the as yet unopened door. No displays in that room, he said, it was bare all but its thick carpet, a single large desk and its heavy velvet drapes. I asked him if that was his office then, and he smiled and told me not at all, the room used to get quite frequent use from clients wishing to test items prior to purchasing, hence the heavy fabrics which provide wonderful sound insulation. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. It still got used, he assured me, just not as often.

I returned to the cabinets to break eye contact with Mr Bellamy and hide my excited embarrassment. I asked him where the prices were and if, say, I made a purchase of for instance a couple of long canes, how would I be able to carry them from the store without raising attention. He explained if I lifted the note against each item the price was underneath, and that long implements were packed discreetly in suitable plain boxes or could even be delivered for a small charge.

I took several more minutes and narrowed my initial interest down to five canes, a long double split tawse and four straps but I didn't want to buy all of them, I was dithering and Mr Bellamy sensed my dilemma. ''Perhaps madam would care to test the items to help her decide,'' he said matter-of-factly. ''But I don't have anyone with me, Mr Bellamy,'' I said, my heart thumping so hard I thought it must be audible. ''Madam,'' said Mr Bellamy, ''I believe my experience, after almost twenty-five years having helped many a lady and gentleman make the right choice, is at your service.'' With that his hand reach for his keys and the testing room door was opened.

If I was going to bolt now was the time, but I didn't and five minutes later I was bending over the large desk bawling my eyes out as Mr. Bellamy helped me evaluate my choices.

 

A sore bottomed but very well satisfied customer left Johnson & Johnson later that morning. I'd chosen to have my choices delivered, Mr Bellamy had said he'd do it personally.

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

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A Smile for Today

 

Ronnie
xx

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'You need...'

What a liar. You all know the phrase, it always starts with 'You need..' and then follows on with whatever your HoH deems appropriate. For me, with P, it could be ..a damned good spanking, ..to learn a lesson, ..some manners, ..a thrashing, ..a dose of my cane; any of those and plenty more, too many to list. Mostly they give me a shudder or a thrill unless my blood's up in which case I probably ignore and carry on arguing if that's what we've been doing. I like all of them just for the record, although some in retrospect certainly not at the time.

So I got the ..damned good spanking one on the weekend. I hadn't done anything or at least nothing wrong. I'd been cleaning around the kitchen, hoovering some mess he'd left from the night before when he fixed a cupboard for me and said he'd cleared up but hadn't, and generally doing what women do periodically and men ignore. I'd thrown a nightie on when I got up because it was far too warm for a dressing gown.  P was mulling around, he'd read the physical paper, browsed online headlines and done something with the handbrake on his car. He was fidgety I could sense that. He came to the kitchen door and commented that I'd got a nightgown on, he said half the day had gone. I told him what I was doing, he asked how long I'd be. I said I didn't know but I'd have been a bit quicker if I hadn't had to clean up the debris he left. He said 'Show me' but of course I couldn't because I'd cleared it. Then he wanted a cup of tea. I told him to go and sit down, I'd make one soon and bring it over to him. He wanted it there and then so he came in, couldn't find his teabags (he won't share the decaff that I drink, thinks it's weak). I knew where they were and told him again to go sit down and I'd do it right away. I pushed the door back open and stood there waiting for him to leave my domain (it's my domain when it's cleaning, his when it's cooking). He squeezed past me then stopped and told me what I needed.

"How do you come to that conclusion?" I asked.

"You just do, faffing about in here, criticising my work, being generally contrary.."

I'm sure he had more to say but I started laughing and that stopped him in his tracks. He asked me what was so funny and I told him he was, or at least the things he was saying was. I didn't need a spanking at all although the idea was growing on me. If anything it seemed to me more like he needed to give one as he was picking fault with the most ridiculous things.

"If you need to give me a spanking, darling, why don't you just say so at the outset, it would save time. And then I'd know for sure I was going to get one anyway and I'd add a bit of insolence or disrespect into my words just to make it worthwhile."

"That settles it, you're getting spanked. Now."

"But what about your cup of tea?" I mocked.

"You'll still be making me one only with a sore bottom," he assured me as he led me by the arm across to the sofa. He didn't stop where he normally does to sit down, instead he took me round to the back and bent me over telling me to keep my hands on the seat. Then he pulled up my nightie, paused momentarily presumably as he realised I was knickerless, then started spanking me. I've no idea whether it was 'damned good', I suspect it was because it made me hot very quickly and I squealed and wriggled quite a bit, then I felt his hip leaning against my bottom and felt him wrestling with his shorts.

"Ooh are you going to fuck me as well, darling, could I have a few more spanks before you do that please?" I said it salaciously, intentionally so. If it got me a few harder spanks or a harder cock great, I was ready for either or both.

I didn't get the extra spanks but I got the fucking and I came a split second after he spurted into me with a roar. I put my arms back and told him to pull my gown off and drop it to the floor to save the carpet from drips, ever the thoughtful one.

He smacked my bum really hard after easing out and told me to go and put something on and make that cup of tea. I did, and reminded him as I went to do it, not to hold back or make stuff up next time he needs to spank me like that, just come right out with it. But he probably won't:)

Ronnie
xx 

The Secretary

Here's a story I liked which I posted a while back. Enjoy the read/reread.

 

Let us start with the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, which is appropriate as I used to be a legal secretary. I am a fictional character; I exist merely as  a vehicle to tell this story. Oh to be sure there is a grain of truth to this story, as there is with all good stories, but the events told did not happen exactly the way they will be related and they didn't exactly happen to me, because as I have said I am a fictional character.

I hope you appreciate my honesty, by telling you this right at the start of this tale, but I thought it would establish a level of trust between us and you would know that I was not a liar. That is not to say what follows is true, it might not have happened at all. But let us assume that it did, which is much more fun, don’t you agree?

My name is Brenda, but if you don’t like it you can pick any name you like, I won’t be offended. Obviously, Brenda is not my real name, unless it is double buff, so it doesn't matter anyway.
Many years ago, exactly when doesn't matter, but we are talking early 1960's I think, I was, as I said a legal secretary.

I was 24 and I had a huge crush on my boss, who was at least 50. I never knew my own father, I won’t bore you with that, it wouldn't be true even if I told you, so I suppose I had this whole father figure thing going on. Plausible? Well if not then make up your own reasons while I get on with the story.
I loved my job, but I wasn't very good at it. In fact, I was very bad at it. I had an assistant, a girl from the typing pool called Linda. She was a great shorthand typist but that was about it. In all other respects, she was as bad as I was.

Then one day between us, we managed to send some important legal documents to the wrong office. They always seem to be important don’t they? I mean, I have never heard of unimportant documents being sent to the wrong office. Anyway, I was angry with myself and Linda and I really felt I had let my boss down.

My boss, I suppose I had better give him a name, not his real one of course. Sir Brian Hughes. I always wanted to work for a real ‘sir’. So my boss, Sir Brian was livid. I got a real bollocking. Now it occurs to me that if you are not English or are too young to remember the 1960's then you might be getting lost at this point. Well I am not going to stop and explain everything, but for the record, a ‘real bollocking’ means I got shouted at and really well told off by someone who was very, very cross.

I got told off so much that I started to cry and Sir Brian immediately became upset and told me it was alright and it didn't matter, which was totally wrong. He had every right to tell me off and I told him so. In fact, I realised that given the nature of the mistake I expected to be getting the sack.

“There is no question of that.” He said reassuringly. “These things happen.”

“They happen to me every darn week.” I snivelled. I do swear and I think maybe I did, but it is naughty so I changed that bit to make me look like a nicer person.
“Well quite.” He groaned, not disagreeing you notice. “But that doesn't mean I am going to sack you. Maybe we can get a new girl instead of… thing out there.”

“Its not thing’s… I mean Linda’s fault. She’s only a kid, I am suppose to be the senior.” I pointed out.

“Linda yes, sorry, I knew that. Its just that its not every day we lose £5,000 worth of business, I am bit overwrought.” Sir Brian apologised as he mopped his brow.

“Well what are you going to do about it? We can’t go on like this, really we can’t sir.”

“Just try to do better Brenda, that’s all. At least try.”

“Well you should at least spank me.” I suggested.

“What?” He looked confused.

“Spank me. It is what my old boss used to do.”

“Is it indeed? Are you sure you are not telling a tiny fib Brenda?”

“No sir. When I worked in the hotel. I was always getting things wrong. We all did. Well the girls anyway. Then he spanked us. Really hard.”
As unlikely as it seems, I was not making this up. Well unless I am, that’s for you to decide. Our boss used to tell us to make up rooms and book certain people in. Even though we took great care, it seems were always getting it wrong. I think that sometimes things got ‘changed’ afterwards. Then he would call us into the office and tell us he was going to give us a spanking. The third day I was there, he called three of us new girls into his office and told us that we had to buck our ideas up. I was really surprised, being only 19, when he said that he was going to take our knickers down and give us all a sound spanking on our bare bottoms.

One of the girls, being a bit older than us suggested that she would rather leave and that she thought he was a rather unpleasant man. I think her exact words, or close to them were: “You can stick your job you flipping disgusting old pervert.” She might not have said flipping.

After she had gone, Carol, the other girl got a bit upset and asked if she could be excused a spanking. He said no, which made sense to me at the time. I mean why should she be if she deserved it?

He put her over his knee and took her knickers down right in front of me. For a small girl she had a very big bum, I thought. It started off very white and ended up very red. Although it wasn’t a very hard spanking and her tears were a bit over the top I thought.

When it was my turn, I was really embarrassed to have a man looking at my bare bum. Although my boss pointed out that I deserved it and it was part of the punishment. The spanking really hurt, although I didn’t cry on that occasion.

I got spanked a lot after that. It was fun. Oh I don’t mean I liked it, well I did sort of. It always hurt and sometimes I cried and sometimes I couldn’t sit down afterwards. But it was fun afterwards when I was alone, if you know what I mean. Well I suppose you do or you wouldn’t be reading this.

Anyway, I told all this to Sir Brian. Not the pervert bit obviously, I didn’t think that would help sell my idea to him. He agreed that it was certainly a tempting idea.
“What are you going to use?” I asked him blushing.

“What do you mean?” He seemed quite distracted.

“Well I don’t see why you should hurt your hand on my bottom, it is me who has to be punished after all. And anyway I deserve a really sound spanking.”
“What would you suggest?” He asked hesitantly.

On my very first day there, I noticed that all the typewriters had dust guards over the writing arms. These were long flat springy lengths of Bakelite type material. I had already sussed that they would be perfect for administering a spanking. I did that a lot in those days, all kinds of things used catch my eye as possible spanking implements. Alright, I said I would be honest, they still do.

“I know just the thing sir.” I said and asked to be excused. I returned with the typewriter guard and handed it to him.

“I am not wearing stockings, is that all right? I know its better and girls are always wearing them in books and that, but I have tights on today.” I apologised as I reached under my skirt and started taking down my hose.

“Perhaps you should leave your things on.” He suggested.

“Don’t be silly sir. It wouldn’t be a proper spanking if I did that. I know it’s awful, but I deserve to be spanked on my completely bare bottom.” I was really embarrassed. But I had to explain didn’t I? I mean it would be cheating if I took advantage of his kind nature when I so obviously deserved to be properly punished.

I slipped my tights and knickers down to my knees and then went over to him. I was wearing a mini dress so when I flopped over his knee my bottom almost bared itself.

“How… how much do you think?” He asked.

“A lot I would think.” I said not really certain myself. “I have been very bad. Spank me until I am good and crying and then add a bit more.”
“I see.”

“Look please sir, do what you think, I really shouldn’t be consulted.” I was a little ashamed at my own impudence.

The first swat imparted a nice sting and wiggled a bit. There were a few more like that and he told me later that I actually started purring.

“You are not really doing it hard enough.” I suggested as humbly as I could.

“Oh right oh.” He saluted. It was cute.

Then it really hurt. Then the next was worse. After a few minutes, I couldn’t help but cry.

“Are you alright?” He asked concerned. “You really are quite red.”

“It’s supposed to be like that, honestly sir, I have to be really well punished.” I sniffed.

Actually, he did a really good job. I was very sorry long before he stopped spanking me and I really did want him to stop. That is how it should be.

When he eventually let me stand up I was crying my eyes out.

“Let that be a lesson to you.” He said sternly, but he was smiling.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” I sobbed. “Shall I go and stand in the corner now?”

“Eh perhaps next time.” He said reluctantly. “I really think we should work now and see if we can repair some of this damage.”

I got dressed and went out into the outer office. Linda just sat there open mouthed.

“Are we going to get the sack? I hate that typing pool.” She asked

“No.” I said rubbing my bottom.

“Did he spank you?”

“You bet.”

“Is he going to spank me too?” She looked cute chewing her lip.

“I don’t know. He ought to. But if he doesn’t I will spank you myself.” I said. “A new office policy.”

“Oh gosh.” Her hands went to her bottom. “I got the cane at typing school. My teacher said we were lucky, because in her day they got spanked at work as well. I thought that meant I wouldn’t be.”

“Well you were wrong weren’t you?” I scolded.

I was way too sore to sit down, let alone take her over my knee so I told I would spank her the next day after work unless Sir Brian did it first.
“Oh.” She pouted. But I liked that she didn’t argue.

The next day she told me that she had been out for a drink with a friend and had asked her about spanking in the office. This annoyed me. She should know better than tattle about the workings of our office. I thought she was going to come out with some modern nonsense about the infantilising of women, it was all the rage in those days, but she told me that although her friend wasn’t spanked, she had heard that one of the barristers spanked his legal aid.

“I mean to say, a barrister, it must be legal. I suppose the more important the legal office the more important the punishment is. I mean Sir Brian is a ‘sir’ after all. I expect that explains it.” Her mouth was a perfect O as she finished and she looked at me with something approaching actual wonder.
“Well that’s right and confidential too.” I said pointedly.

“Oh.” She clapped her hand to her mouth and winced, “sorry.”

“I’ll have to spank you for that too later.” I said as crossly as I could.

She blushed.
Later on, as I took her over my knee I was still tender I realised. I decided that it was more fun, I mean more appropriate, if I denuded Linda myself. I explained that she should wear only stockings and suspenders to work from now on and she should take care to wear her briefs over the outside of the straps. I fully intended to do the same myself and subsequently did.
Linda had a small bottom, but very pert. It was very cute, like two white billiard balls in a sausage skin. I picked up the typewriter guard and brought it down smartly across her bare bottom.

“Ow.” She said angrily.

“Enough of that.” I snapped. “You know you deserve this, its not meant to be fun.”

“Sorry.” She growled with a bit of a pout. “But it hurt.”

“It is supposed to.”

I spanked really hard. Much harder and longer than I had been spanked. I was being kind I thought. I was giving a spanking as I should have got one. Linda didn’t see it that way at the time and started shouting the place down.

The door opened and Sir Brian poked his head out.

“What’s going on?” He asked, then as he caught sight of Linda’s bare and by now very red bottom he added, “oh.”

“I thought you had gone home sir.” I blushed. This was crunch time. “I am just explaining the new office disciplinary procedures to Linda.”

“There are people still working in the other offices.” He said weakly.

“Oh sorry sir, quite right. I’ll finish later.” I pulled a sorry face and he retreated back to his office.

Linda was just a sobbing mess over my lap.

“Please can I go home now?” She wept.

“No of course not, we still haven’t finished. We still have to deal with your indiscretion.” I explained.

“I won’t do it again. I am really sorry.”

“Come on buck up.” I said encouragingly. “You want to be a better legal clerk don’t you?”

“I suppose.” She sniffed grudgingly.

sI made her stand in the corner with her bare bottom on view for about an hour and a half until Sir Brian left. He had a very curious look on his face as he went out the door, I don’t know why.
Once he was gone, I called Linda out of the corner for the rest of her spanking. She didn’t take it well.
However, the next day she came to me and said she had been thinking it over and said that she had deserved a spanking and thanked me for advancing her legal training.
“There is one more thing.” She said wincing as she gingerly eased herself into her chair. “After you have been spanked do you get… feelings? At home after I mean when you’re in bed?”

“I am not sure what you mean.” I lied.

“Oh it doesn’t matter.” She blushed.

Linda accepted the new spanking regime with little complaint after that. After all, I only had to spank once or twice a week. Then I usually had to report to Sir Brian to be spanked for allowing Linda to err in the first place.

“I am sorry.” She said with a pitying face. “I don’t know how I made all those typing errors.”
I have to explain, that at this point I was standing in the corner waiting to be called into Sir Brian’s office for a spanking for Linda’s error. This was one night after the days work during that first month and we were still settling down to it.

“Well you have been spanked for your part in it.” I conceded.

I had spanked her the day before, quite vigorously too, so much so, that she still wasn’t sitting easily and her discomfort was on her face as she rose to put on her coat.
“I know but it seems so harsh for you to have to be spanked as well. After all it was my fault.” She winced a little as she reached for the coat rack.
The reason I remember this spanking above the others that month was that I had made some small alterations to the copy myself after she had perfectly adequately typed it up. This, I tell myself, was in the interests of office discipline, because she was hardly making any mistakes after the first couple of spankings and we really did need to establish a healthy disciplinary pattern before we all got too comfortable.

“You may come in now Brenda.” Sir Brain said sternly.

Then as I seemingly reluctantly entered his office, he said: “Oh about standing in the corner…”
“Oh I am sorry sir, really I am, I know I should have bared my bottom first, but it is so embarrassing with Linda there to see.” I was frantically wringing my hands as I said it.
“Oh I was going to say that it wasn’t necessary… eh that is until after Linda had gone home. Unless I am particularly cross with you of course.” He coughed.
Such a lovely man I thought, so considerate.

The spanking that followed took my breath away. I was astonished. He was really getting into his stride. By the time he was done with me, I was sobbing hard and my begging was sincere. At that moment, I truly regretted suggesting a spanking regime at all. It certainly cured me of any notions I may have had about deliberate misbehaving.
After a few months, he took it upon himself to sometimes spank Linda as well. That was actually quite satisfying as inevitably I was there to watch. It was particularly fun when she had to stay behind late to do corner time. Sir Brian and I never relented on her bare bottom drill for that. After all, she was only a junior. She quite understood and once thanked me for being strict with her.
About a year later Sir Brian asked if I thought a cane might be effective. I quailed at the prospect and said I didn’t think it was necessary to go that far.
“It sounds if you think it would be then.” He nodded I thoughtfully. “I think I’ll get one.”
I turned to Linda for some in comfort and mutual apprehension but she just said: “Its really good that Sir Brian is making such an effort with our training.”
She changed her tune a little after her first caning, but I could see his point. We had stopped fearing a spanking and even Linda had started provoking one now and again if I had been neglecting her.

Then one day about three years after that first fateful spanking I was across Sir Brian’s knee bawling my eyes out and really wondering if I would be able sit down by Christmas, when his wife walked in on us.

“Whatever are you doing?” She gasped.

“Eh… just a spot of office discipline my dear.” He said with a fixed grin.
Frankly, at that moment, I welcomed the interruption, but I was not oblivious to the danger to our little arrangement. I was breathing heavily and trying to ride out the blaze in my backside as I waited for her next response.

“Well you never spank me.” She said indignantly.

“Well you never do much to deserve it my dear.” He countered.

“What about when I spent the housekeeping on that dress. You nagged and scolded me for days. You could have spanked me then instead.” She grumbled.
“Very well dear, I shall spank you from now on.” He said cheerfully. “In fact I shall spank you tonight for the dress affair, I am still furious with you.”
“Oh. Hold on I didn’t mean…” She looked decidedly frayed at his words. “I was only making a point. You don’t have to…”
“No, no dear don’t mention it. You made your point and tonight I shall make mine. Was there something else? I must press on, this girl’s bottom is getting cold.”
The spanking regime reached new heights after that. Sometimes we had to go in at weekends and bend over side by side for a lengthy dose of the cane. Sir Brian became quite an expert. Also, his wife frequently called in late and I was always sent away. Not that I didn’t sneak back and listen at the door. She was such a crybaby when getting spanked and she positively hated the cane. The three of us frequently compared notes.

After five years, Linda moved on and I had the devil’s own job finding a willing replacement. In the end we settled on an American intern. She thought it a quaint English custom and was more than happy to go along with it after Sir Brian arranged some decent digs for her. Later Sir Brian moved heaven and earth to get her an extension. So she was with us for two years.
I stayed until Sir Brian retired; by then such things were just not done anyway and our last two typists were really not going to go for it.

No one has come forward to claim it. I think it was probably a story from one of the old spanking magazines. 

Stay safe. Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Ronnie's Canes

I don't know where this week has gone but then I have been quite busy catching up on a backlog of orders and queries from last week when I was on holiday and then setting two days aside for our lovely granddaughter which is the greatest pleasure I can have (yes including that) but it doesn't get any work done.

I had a frantic rush before going away to get last minute orders dispatched and I always worry in case I've missed something or got something wrong and then can't do anything about it for a week or more but feedback from happy customers tells me all is well.  When I started my little cane business some time ago and read feedback I was quite surprised how open some people were, telling me about how happy they were with their purchases and how they've been used to discipline their wives or in some cases husbands and do love the feedback from dom/mes because they're always to the point and often constructive to a point that I make changes based on them. 

I am still waiting for a customer to ask if I'm into spanking myself but I suppose they assume I am, they don't know which side though:) 

Stay safe and have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Vaccine Passports

No Thanks
 
That was my attitude towards the rumours which have been leaked mischievously and I'm sure sometimes intentionally by our government over the past fortnight, trying to assess public mood and what they can get away with. Some MP's have been against the idea, some have called it 'un-British' whatever that means. I'm not interested in the political side of it but on purely practical grounds I thought it would be nonsense to try and go for a pub lunch with, say, my son and at the door be challenged for our 'passports' which I would have but my son would not so we would be turned away. That's only one of many things that occurred to me.
 
Yes Please
 
But I've changed my tune after a sound spanking and lecture from my husband which corrected my thinking and considerably warmed my bottom. It didn't get me sex either, well not at the time although I did 'apologise' to him later for having argued the unarguable, as he put it. He told me the economy re-opening couldn't be slowed down just because a fast reducing minority of the population were still waiting for their turn for jabs or, worse, that a much smaller minority refused to have the jabs on principle which was clearly by their own choice and they didn't have to make that choice but if they did they knew the consequences.
 
He accepted there was a small percentage of people who couldn't take the vaccine for some genuine reason so their situation had to be addressed, testing would be one way he thought, there might be others too, but the thrust of his argument was that you can't penalise a growing majority of the population by denying access to places and you can't reasonably expect them to enter a place which might contain infected individuals. Not after all the suffering and sacrifices of the past year or so. Issues of privacy etc were nonsense, he said, set against a global crisis which we are trying to get out of.
 
So I'm not saying my husband is right, just that in my now opinion he probably is so I guess bring on the passport app or however they decide to do it, if they do it in the end. And if I ever moan about having to use it, please P, don't hesitate to correct me again:)
 
Stay safe.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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She Likes to be Spanked

A reader sent me a link to a Howard Stern interview with Sarah Silverman. To be honest I hadn't heard of her (but Googling her, I do recognise her face) Having listened to it, I quite liked her, she seems plainly honest.

My American friends probably already knew about her liking to be spanked, but if not, and for any of my other readers who haven't heard the interview. Here's the LINK. You'll need to scroll down the page.

BTW if you listen long enough she also tweaks her boyfriend's nipples but doesn't like feet play:)  

Stay safe, wear your face coverings, social distance and keep washing your hands. 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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What a kerfuffle!

So we haven't been locked down nationally, our little escape to the Hampshire countryside is on, bad announcements seem to come on Thursdays so we reckon we're safe and started making preparations. It meant loads of buying stuff at the last minute which we wouldn't ordinarily be buying and lots of rushing around because it was too late to rely on online. Admittedly I had a list of 'to gets' which was far too long and I reduced drastically after my husband spanked me and put me straight.

"What a kerfuffle," he called it, "we've been on long haul trips to other continents with less fuss than this."
 
I told him we needed to be prepared for any eventualities and we also should call in at our son's and compare notes and make sure we had everything we needed. P said that was not an option He picked up his phone instead and spoke with said son on speaker, so that I could hear, for about three minutes and then declared that was done then, all looking good, see them soon, whatsapp if any changes. End of.
 
"Now as to your list, and bearing in mind what you've just heard, do you think you'll be able to cut it down a bit?"
 
"Well I might be able to reduce a few items. I suppose," I said a bit sulkily.
 
"Come with me, I believe I may be able to help you think more clearly." He took me gently but firmly by the arm and marched me upstairs and into the office. Dangerous, I thought, because he keeps a cane in the office and I didn't really want to be caned (No really, I didn't!) and didn't think it would be appropriate either. He didn't cane me, he just put me across his knee, on the futon, and retrieved what I learned later was a pine wood paddle from the book shelf and spanked me with it. I had shorts on and it hurt, he didn't take them down he didn't need to, I was wriggling and pleading within a few seconds. He paddled me fast for maybe two  minutes, it shocked me to be honest, I've had much much longer spankings with less effect. I was starting to shout really loudly towards the end and when he stopped and calmly asked me if I thought I might be able rethink my requirements I just said, 'Oh fuck yes! Now please let me up!'
 
I rolled off his lap onto the floor and jumped up clutching my backside. "That was bloody hard!" I said.
 
He was smiling and said, "Watch your language and get cracking on that list if you don't want it again." Then he left the office for a shower and told me he'd be ready to come out with me in about twenty minutes so make sure I was ready too. About half an hour later we were in the car, my list was much reduced, he reckoned two stores would do it, I had my doubts but didn't express them. My bottom was still smarting but I was smiling inwardly. I liked the mood my husband was in and didn't want to push it.

Catch up with you when I get back.

Stay safe. Wear your face covering, social distance an keep washing your hands.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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A Smile for Today

Stay safe and try and have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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