Just a simple meme.

I hope your New Year has started well.

1. Are you a top, bottom or do you switch?
A bottom that sometimes tops from the bottom and gets spanked for it..

2. Do you like to be spanked?
Come on, it's Ronnie you're asking. You bet I do.

3. Knickers or no knickers?
Depends. I like it when P tells me he is going to take my knickers down to spank me harder:)

4. Have you been spanked more than once in a day?
Oh yes. Once I got spanked 3 times in one day.

5. How do you like to be spanked?
Every day with his hand, but P decides when and how I'm spanked.

6. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?
Taking over him. Have had many spankings because of it and using bad language.

7. What's your spankers favourite implement?
It used to be a small holey paddle. A gift from Bogey and Bacall ages ago, but now it's a loopy he made.

8. Do you have to count your spanks?
On occasion. Don't like it.

9. Your favorite implement, and favourite position for a spanking?
The leather thorn paddle OTK.

10. Are your weapons of ass destruction on display?
No, only the wooden spoons in the kitchen and bath brush in the bathroom

11. Your most dreaded implement, and worst position.
For me it's the small wooden holey paddle that used to be P's favourite. I hate wooden implements.
I don't have a spanking position I don't like. 

12. Do you have to wear a particular pair of knickers to get spanked in.
No, but I like to wear these on occasion.

13. Do you have any pictures of your spanked bottom.
Loads. Well not me, P has them. 

14. Are you being spanked right now?
Would be difficult as I'm doing this meme.

15. Name one thing you get spanked for?
See my answer to no 6.

16. Do you name your implements?
No.

Thanks, anon for the meme.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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I forgot

You'll never believe it, but I missed my Blogiversary which was early this month. 15 years of blogging.  

Thank you to Bonnie for spotting my blog all those years ago, to the friends I've made and a special thank you to all my readers who still visit even though I don't blog as much as I have done.

Here's a re-post of my first ever spanking post.

Spanked with roses. 

It was a memorable and totally unexpected event. My birthday actually and I got roses, two bunches in fact, one of which went into a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking.

Now let me explain. This was out of the blue to me but P had obviously thought it out, the roses were the ones without thorns so no worries there and the stems were long and supple. Stripped of a few leaves (to cut wind resistance P said) and held by the petals end they made a birch-like spanking implement, still wet from their wrapping, formidable I can assure you with hindsight; though being roses and one of my favourite flowers, they did not appear so at the time, prior to use and I had a whole new regard for roses after.

In fairness P gave me the choice - hand on bare bum OTK or Roses on bare bum OT leather sofa arm. I love OTK but couldn't resist the roses. A minute later I was wishing I hadn't, an hour later I was glad I had. No idea how many strokes I got but those stems hurt, they really did, and then P stopped and turned them round and started spanking with the petals end, which was bushier but with lots of tiny little stems which stung. Now, having no history of roses spankings to compare with I'd had no idea how effective they would be, or that some of the stems would break, or that my bum would be stinging so wickedly evenly all over, or that I would end up covered in rose petals, which P said looked lovely and snapped on his phone to show me later, hence the photo.

So what about the birthday sex that followed? Well it didn't. What followed was me clearing up loads of petals from the sofa, especially down the back of the cushions, and both of us going back to the office to finish some work which had to be out by the end of the afternoon. And an hour or so later, sitting on my swivel chair with a bum still radiating heat, I thought how nice it felt and wondered if it would last till we went out to eat later. I hoped so. If not, well there was always that second bunch in the vase. BTW - his photo doesn't tell the truth, my bum was MUCH redder than that, I think the light affected it.

Ronnie
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Fantasy

A reader asked me this question recently.  In a question and answer post I was asked the same question. So here it is again.

What is a spanking fantasy that you have and that you would love to live out?

I'd love to be spanked after a riding session, I would have to be correctly attired and so would he, I would have failed to impress in some way, or been disobedient or lazy not tending to my horse properly, something along those lines. It would perhaps have been a repeat offence for which I'd been warned and now I'd gone too far. He would deal with me firmly in the stable, bending me over a hay bale or saddle and giving me a good cropping.

Anyone got a stable I could use? :)

Do you have a spanking fantasy you'd like to live out? 

Ronnie

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Smiles for Today

We've had our 10 month old grandson staying with us since Tuesday (going home today) It's been very special having him here but tiring:)

You probably remember this one.

I looked to see if I could find one of these signs but no luck. I suppose I could make one for next time we stay in a hotel:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Good things come to those who wait.

No, I didn't get the spanking I was planning on the weekend. We had a call Saturday morning asking if we could have the grandchildren overnight (won't go into why) so what could we say, yes of course. Saturday overnight turned into Sunday late afternoon before they were collected so no spanking for Ronnie.

As I said, "Good things come to those who wait", and I know I wont have to wait long, because P said he needs a word with me:)

Ronnie
xx

Please let me know if the picture is yours.

Birthday Weekend.

I was going to post this on Friday but on hearing the news about our beloved Queen I postponed it.  It's been a sad weekend. 

Thank you to everyone who sent birthday wishes. I had a lovely birthday last weekend. Far too much to eat that I was on a diet all last week.

Happy to report I did get my birthday spanking and no, I'm not telling you how many spanks I got.

A lovely reader sent me this picture.  Found at Chicago Spanking Reviews. Made me smile.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Through the Mirror

You know I love black and white spanking pictures. A readers sent me this so I thought I'd share it with you.

Personally, I hate watching P spank me. .

What about you, do you like to watch yourself being spanked?

Stay safe.

Ronnie

xx 

A Smile for Today

 

Sent to me by a readers who found it over at Vanilla Spanking

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

Scheduled post as we are away.

A Smile for Today

 

Ever said that to your partner?

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Please let em know if the picture is yours.

My good deed went wrong

I was helping my husband prepare for some new carpet to be laid after the weekend (which has been done), he didn't ask for help, he rarely does as long as I supply him with mugs of tea at regular intervals. All it entailed was stripping out the old carpet and P wanted to re-lay a few floor boards whilst doing it, apparently the carpet fitters would have stripped and disposed of the old carpet but would have charged us for it so P said no need he'd do it himself, he does have a tendency to do that with varying levels of success.

Anyway long story short, I promoted myself from tea girl to helper and got stuck in pulling carpet off its grippers in the office. It was quite resistant in parts and I used a craft knife as a persuader but, at one point, I wrenched a stubborn strip really hard and fell backwards when it suddenly came away and I landed on the futon with a loud cry and a crack! P came in from one of the bedrooms at the double his face white, he must have thought he'd heard one hell of a bone crack. When he saw my face he knew I wasn't in agony at all just a bit shocked. The loud crack had been one of the laths which underpin the futon. P said he'd look at it later, as long as I was alright that was the main thing and he made me stand up and twist this way and that to prove it to his satisfaction. Then he said a mug of tea might be in order, I was good at that not so good at carpets, Cheeky bastard, I made it anyway.

A few hours later, job done and carpet neatly tied into manageable rolls for transporting to recycling, P took a look at the fractured futon while I loaded the car. He called me up to see what had happened, I said I didn't need to, I mean what do I want to know about how futons work, but he still showed me and there was a gap where he had taken out the broken part, he said he'd be able to fix it, I said, 'Oh that's a pity we could do with a new one'.

He didn't respond to that. Instead he took me into the bedroom, bent me over the bed and spanked me - with the lath - for being careless and putting myself at risk. It damned well hurt too, I don't think he knew how much until he heard my squeals and protests. It was over my jeans thank god or I would have screamed blue murder, especially as I'm sure he meant it as a light hearted reprimand. He stopped thankfully and I got up rubbing my backside in vigorously, frowning and pouting. I looked down at the lath it was about two inches wide and must have been nearly two feet long with a ragged end held in his hand. P actually apologised for using it untested, it was very springy and he hadn't realised it would hurt so much. Having said that he looked down thoughtfully at it and said it would probably cut down and make a nice paddle. I said, 'Don't you dare' but who knows.

So it was that with a well heated bottom that I made a couple of trips to recycling with my husband, he didn't really need me but I wanted to go with him to let him know I was ok about the spanking and still wanting to be helpful. He patted my backside a couple of times when we were loading the skips and I have to say I got that horny feeling starting as the paddle's work mellowed to a dull throb. That led to sex later so my good deed which went a bit wrong worked out nicely after all.

All's well that ends well:)

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

A Smile for Today

 

Stay safe.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

Never Too Old

A reader and fellow enthusiast has sent me a lovely picture of his wife's derriere after an encounter with, her own I presume, hairbrush. He has been generous enough to cover the sit spots so she may be reminded each time she sits and his words suggest he has a good understanding of a woman's feelings, I'm sure he would be a gentlemanly spanker and his wife a lucky lady. His words and the photo he sent me below:-

Please let me introduce you to my wife or rather to her freshly spanked bottom.
She has received a hairbrush tanning on her lower cheeks just where she sits down. Perhaps the unusual thing is that the owner of these well-smacked buttocks is over 60 and indeed heading for 70! It just goes to show that a woman is never too old to feel the cool breeze as her knickers are taken down for an OTK bare bottom spanking.

Because the first pic was taken at such close quarters it makes the wife’s behind look humongous so please check out the second pic which shows that her bum is a normal size for a woman of her age!

 

Nope, never too old to go OTK

Stay safe.

Ronnie
xx

A Smile for Today

 

Ronnie
xx

Wrong, wrong, wrong

I like to look at least half decent when I go out somewhere, anywhere even to the shops, and that goes for around the house too although that isn't always possible depending what I'm doing. Anyway my husband told me he liked me in leggings (you may remember me writing about it) Well that's the short of it, there was a lot more subtlety around what he was saying but my stupid brain ignored the small print and after a couple of weeks (during which I got a few leggings-clad swats) I ordered a pair of classy leggings online. Mistake.

I tried them on briefly and turned this way and that in the mirror and thought they were great, might even risk wearing them out in a public place I thought, although that was not the main, corrupt, reason for buying them. I put them in my wardrobe and waited for the right time to surprise P with them. Bound to get me more than a few pats, was at the back of my mind.

Wrong, wrong wrong. I came downstairs in them late one afternoon when I knew he'd be around and was in an affable mood. They were a different colour to my other pair so that he'd notice a difference. He didn't, so I lifted my t-shirt in front of him and did a twirl and asked him what he thought. He just stared at first then said they looked decent, very nice. But he didn't look lustful or say anything suggestive. 'They were very expensive,' I lied, hoping to elicit some reaction but it didn't work he just said, yes well you have to pay for quality, or words to that effect and then carried on with what he'd been doing.

I went back upstairs and changed into a pair of shorts then came back down. He noticed and asked if I was going outside again, I'd been in shorts earlier in the day pressure washing some paving. I told him no, I'd finished outside, then he asked me why the change. I told him I'd decided to send the leggings back as he didn't seem to like them. Not true, he said, they were fine and I could wear them with confidence. But that wasn't what I'd really wanted to hear, I'd have liked sexy, provocative, wanton, extravagant etc.

Later in the evening we went out for a meal at a local restaurant (outside seating), I had jeans on. We were chatting and he said said he was surprised I hadn't put my new trousers on. 'Trousers' he called them! I told him the truth that I was somewhat disappointed with his reaction to them earlier. He thought briefly then put his hand on my knee and said they were great and I really should wear them but they weren't the type of leggings that would get me spanked. He preferred the thinner tighter sluttier cheaper ones which I'd previously bought.

"So you do like me in the new ones but you don't want to spank me in them,' I said.

'Correct,' he said and squeezed my knee, 'unless you'd been naughty of course. But the other ones I could spank you any time just looking at them.'

'Well why haven't you then?' I asked, to the point. He smiled.

'Put them on tomorrow,' he said, 'and then tell me how much you paid for the new ones.'

I felt a warm glow and we talked about other stuff. But the penny dropped...my idea of what looks good is different from my man's, depending on the circumstances of course. Horses for courses.

Stay safe. Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx 

A Smile for Today

 

Stay safe.

Ronnie

xx

A Smile for Today

She only intended giving a short spanking......but she was enjoying herself so much she decided to carry on and on and on.

Stay safe.

Ronnie

xx

I may have to....

 ....take matter into my own hands.

Stay safe. Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Busy Weekend

Busy weekend. The weather over the weekend has been lovely so we've been in the garden most of the time, tidying, weeding and planting. Visiting family today.

We were talking about overseas holidays last week and wondering if it will be possible for us to go. We're not sure but I do hope so as I miss my beach/sea holidays. Here's a re-post of a holiday we took in Portugal a while back and yes I did get spanked. 

We were holidaying on Portugal's Silver Coast and it was hot, we'd rented a villa but been on the beach all morning. A bit of swimming, reading, sunning and people watching, interspersed with idle banter. Both of us noted that no-one, including me, was bathing topless. I said I thought it was because that part of Portugal was still quite parochial and the girls were modest, and gorgeous as it happened, enviably so. But P had his own views; he said it was more likely because the menfolk in these parts spanked them if they exposed themselves. I smiled, I knew he was joking but he set my mind into thinking about testing his theory later.

So you can maybe already guess how things might unravel back at the villa later that afternoon, or maybe you can’t, I’m going to elaborate anyway. They unravelled with me taking a dip, me casting off my bikini top, him warning me there were neighbours about and me shrugging and saying I couldn't see any. They continued with him going to fetch some cold drinks and the camera and me tossing my bikini pants up to him as soon as he settled on his sun lounger, which made him jump as you can imagine cold water on hot skin would. Him coming to the side of the pool and calling me over. Me listening and smirking insolently while he told me he expected more modest behaviour and I'd better put my pants back on at least and throwing them into the water, and me ignoring them as they floated, telling him not to be such a prude.

Nonchalantly turning away from him was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was followed by him making a big splash as he landed in the water right beside me and me feigning a wince as he grabbed my arm. Then guided me up the steps and marched me across the hot tiles to the villa.

''OK I'll put them on'' I said, ''No you won't, not until I've finished with you that is, and then you'll be only too willing to go and fetch them out of the water and put them on double quick,'' he said.

Ooooooooooooooh...I love it when he talks like that...I was going to get a good spanking.  It was hot inside but he shut the door and locked it, no disturbances. Then through the kitchen to the lounge, nice leather sofa with big soft arms, I was sure we were heading there but no, he led me across the lounge leaving a trail of water and into the downstairs bedroom.

''No I'll soak the bed!'' I said, but P wasn’t at all concerned.

''It'll be dry in no time in this heat,'' he said as he sat on the edge and pulled me down so I was half across his left knee and half on the bed.

''But I'm soaking wet'' I protested.

''Exactly how I want you,'' said he as he brought his hand down quite forcefully on my right cheek followed quickly by a volley of alternating slaps which got me starting to get quite wriggly until his hand must have tired or got bored and he paused to change from left hand holding with right hand spanking to the opposite. Different angle, different feel... different hand, different feel. Hands have characters of their own you know, my husband’s left often seems harder than his right although that could be because I'm already stinging by the time he switches to his left.

Anyway his left hand took charge of a spanking resumption and increase in wriggling and much 'Oh-nooooing' and pleeeaase-no-moreing' from me. When his strong right leg crossed over my two legs a few minutes later and secured my lower body firmly, there was no more wriggling and his right hand returned to the fray. I love and hate when I can’t wriggle any more; the subjugation is uncompromising and powerful, the pain accentuated.

''I told you to put your bikini pants back on but you defied me, didn't you?'' It didn’t need an answer. Gosh but this was hurting.

''And you turned your back on me when I was talking which was very rude.'' Rude moi?

“Ouch! Owww...OWWW!”

''Well I'm going to teach you a lesson”...spank spank... ''and I'll expect better behaviour from you”..,SPANK SPANK...“for the rest of the week!”

 My! It was really getting to me, wet is HOT and very OUCH and I was getting very noisy. We were going out to dinner later, I reminded him, and I wouldn’t be able to sit down if he carried on much more.

''It'll serve you right for being cheeky. Anyway I like seeing you shuffling around on the seat it's cute.'' Oh right, that's okay then, I thought.

He eventually stopped. Phew! We were both covered in sweat, he patted my bum and told me to clamber up onto the bed while he went over to the windows; there was one on each of two adjacent walls and between them they allowed a through draft. As he opened the second one he was directly behind me, I looked ahead into the full length wardrobe mirror and saw his reflection as he clipped the window fully open causing an immediate and heavenly waft of cool air.

I watched his reflection taking his shorts down as he looked out the window, nice bum still in trim. Then his reflection turned round. P tans easily, as I’ve said, and he looked dark and  muscular against the window light and I almost squealed with delight when I noticed his manhood standing fully erect. Oh my! In this world or another I must have done something very right, I thought, and in a couple of strides he was at the bed and I’d raised my bum invitingly to greet it. I was slick with lust and he penetrated me easily and quickly, and I clenched greedily in time with his thrusts. His hands grabbed my hips more for effect than need, then he gave my right cheek a couple of sharp slaps and said something deep throaty in Spanish being as he doesn't speak Portuguese, I don't know what it was but it tipped me over the edge and I started coming and how! I know I squirted and I know he felt it and that triggered him and I felt him grow urgent and those lovely hard thrusts as he emptied himself into me with a roar. I screamed, put my hand to my mouth and fell onto the bed, P still pulsing inside me and making no attempt to quell the guttural expressions which emitted in bursts from his lips as his spasms decreased.

''The neighbours...Sshhh!'' I said.

''Neighbours? Don't worry about the neighbours'' he laughed as he collapsed with me, two panting sweating entwined bodies exhausted and fulfilled. So, I smiled as I wallowed in post orgasmic heaven, the neighbours matter when I'm skinny dipping but not when P is rogering me. How unfair is that, I thought, as I let myself doze.

It was early evening when we woke, P had dozed too, the air was still warm. We showered and walked into town, strolled along the beachfront relaxed and leisurely, and ended up in a nice family run fish restaurant where we had local smoked swordfish and rosada grilled over charcoal. I made a point of asking one of the waitresses if I could have a cushion from one of the terrace seats as the wicker chairs were a bit hard. Actually it wasn't hurting as much by that time as I’d thought it might but I know P likes to think he's done a thorough job so I thought I’d humour him.

Later we moved on to the town square, surrounded by little bars, where they had some live fado music playing. I watched the local girls going about their work carrying food and trays of drinks to the tables, all bronzed all trim, all happy looking, and I thought about what P had said earlier about how men living in these parts treated their women. If it was true, which I doubted, I'd have had to say I was with them all the way.

Stay safe. Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Cane Reviews

Regarding my last post - Ronnie's canes, Red and Hermione mentioned they would be interested to read about some of the descriptions on how my customers liked and used the canes they bought from me.

As much as I would love to share some very interesting and quite descriptive ones, I don't feel it would be right, but below are a few simple ones I've received. 

My wife hates it but I think it's superb, nice and stingy. Ta

Good quality and certainly hits the spot:)

Love the feel of the cane but my girlfriend's not quite sure she does

Nice in hand and leaves lovely marks

My wife can't wait to pull my pants down and use it.

Thank you. Exactly what we wanted for pre play.

We switch and this length and size is perfect for us. We will be buying another so we have one each.

A recent Domme who works professionally sent me her view on a couple of items which she likes but suggested to shorten the length of a particular Headmaster's cane I sell and another to make the handle longer on a straight cane to give a better grip because she likes to use it vigorously (her words not mine) I have others that request longer canes but they are pretty experienced and explicit, I do not recommend very long canes for less experienced users because they can be a little unwieldy. 

Stay safe.

Ronnie
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Busy Weekend

We're finishing wallpaper hanging today and tomorrow and I'm hoping for a little spanking in between.

On Sunday we have our second jab:) and then away for the week. Will be so nice to have a change of scenery but sadly looks like it's going to rain every day.

I've scheduled some posts for the week.

Catch up when I get back.

Stay safe and have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx