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Away weekend.

Have a fun one.

Ronnie

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Let me know if the picture is yours.

Do You?

After your spanking...

Take a look in the mirror to see how red your bottom is?

Me, I have to take a peek.

Do You?

Paris was wonderful, weather gorgeous. We have a busy weekend ahead but if I have time to write I'll tell you all about it.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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Happy Home

'God Bless this Happy Home'

That's what it says on the hanging plaque and a happy home it was even though Darren ruled it with traditional disciplinary values.

It meant a sore bottom for Priscilla from time to time but there were never long sulks or protracted arguing.

Just a firm fair lesson and a few days sitting tenderly now and again.

A happy home indeed.

Hope you had a great weekend?

Wont be around much this week so catch up with you when I can.

Ronnie

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His Lordship's Rules

Depending on what time your reading my post, I could be sitting in a Ryanair workhorse en route to Spain or already in Girona, Barcelona or somewhere in between.

Here's a small picture post from my 'reserves.' I was going to post the final part of the Riding School Story, where Miss Robbins goes back to the Riding School for her lesson, but as my scheduled posts don't always seem to work I thought safer to leave that one until I get back. Of course if this scheduled post doesn't work, sorry. But then again if it hasn't worked, I'm talking to myself anyway. Does that make sense? Well when I get a wifi connection I'll know.

In any case hope you have a wonderful weekend, I think we will and I hope I shall be able to report a spanking or two.

His Lordship's Rules.....

The kindly Butler and his wife seemed so nice that Mary accepted the job in spite of the unusual uniform requirements.

The boys wore buttockless trousers and the girls wore buttockless dresses if they were hostessing and butockless tights with short skirts if they were carrying out domestic chores.

His Lordship's rules. And his Lordship was a stickler for rules.

Her first evening, an art review, was being held in the ballroom for 500 hoity toity guests and Mary felt very nervous about serving drinks with her bare bottom on display.

She'd never been patted and pinched so much in all her life but the tips were very good and everyone seemed most kind.

But she was shocked later to discover that His Lordship's penchant for well displayed bottoms extended to practical matters of a disciplinary nature.. When she passed the drawing room on her way to bed she saw through the part open door 3 of her colleagues and one of them was being held over a large desk receiving what looked like a caning.

Mary hurried to her room.

See you Tuesday.

Ronnie

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Spanking drawings

For your enjoyment and to start the weekend off here are some lovely spanking pictures.

Have a good one and to our friends in Canada and cousins across the pond enjoy your long weekend.

Ronnie

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Just Because

You know on Monday I posted the little snippet I found in the Sunday Times Style magazine. Nothing about spanking, not involving me anyway, and that's because I hadn't been spanked since whenever, in fact I think I was beginning to forget what it felt like, well that's what I was going to tell P. But in the end I didn't need to.

I had been good, you see, right over the Easter weekend. No really, I had been genuinely good. I had several opportunities to be otherwise but I just didn't take them. No tantrums, no sulks, no contriving to get spanked, I was even kind to his mother when she graced us with her company Sunday evening and I volunteered to take her shopping Monday morning, which I duly did.

Yet still there I was over P''s lap Monday afternoon getting a spanking, my first of the day. He'd called me in from the garden where I'd been tidying some borders.

'I was just watching you,' he said, 'doing all that bending and stretching and thinking to myself what a nice spankable arse you've got.'

Then he took me by the upper arm, through to the lounge, sat on the sofa and hauled me across his thighs which were bare as it happens because the weather was lovely and he had shorts on. Then he spanked me. He didn't take my trousers down, they were thin anyway, the light summer cotton type I think they came from Gap. But he spanked hard and I felt the blood rushing to my nether region as well as my face and it was delightful. And I was able to shout a bit because our son had gone into town and our neighbours were away for the weekend. Then after he'd spanked me he told me to get up and go on back to my borders, he'd be out later after he'd finished some mail. The nerve of the man! And I didn't even ask at any point why he was spanking me. I mean I had been a good girl.

I did go back to my borders but, first, I popped upstairs and removed my knickers. Yes you heard me correctly, well It was hot! I was too. After about half an hour P came out with two mugs of tea and settled into a garden chair. He had a newspaper with him but he didn't read it, he was watching me instead, I could feel his eyes on me as I exaggerated every little bend and stretch wondering if he'd notice that the bottom he'd just spanked was now sans knickers. He did and I heard the wicker chair creek and knew he was getting up, I didn't look round, just carried on weeding my weed-free soil and bending my backside lasciviously towards him. Then I felt his hand on me, you can imagine where. 'What sort of naughty girl comes out to tidy up her garden without any knickers on? What would the neighbours think? I think you'd better come inside.' It didn't need an answer and I didn't need telling twice, although I gulped when P stopped to borrow a garden cane from a plant pot, wiping the damp soil on the leg of his shorts. His intention was plain and I felt butterflies but I mean, I had been a naughty girl this time.

I was shortly staring at the same patch of carpet I'd been studying less than an hour earlier. I still had my trousers on but then I felt P's hands at the waistband, then the button, then the zip and then they were down to my thighs and I let out a whimper and shuddered at the same time. Then the little telltale swish which you're just about aware of before the sting of the cane sets your bottom alight. Then, on this occasion anyway, hardly time to gasp or cry before the next stroke and the next. Six in all.

'Ooh god, P, you caned my bottom, why did you do that?' I asked trying to sound shocked.

'I told you, because you were naughty. And just because I wanted to. And now there's something else I want to do.'

And he did, after bending me over the arm of the sofa with my trousers at my knees and I loved it and made so much noise it frightened me. And I'm sure one day I'll die of a heat attack from such an impromptu session. And I'm sure it won't be a bad way to go.

Afterwards he told me put my knickers back on, make myself respectable on and come and sit outside. When I joined him he'd made two fresh mugs of tea, he's so thoughtful.

Ronnie

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Cheapskate

Now all the Valentine shenanigans are out of the way, and I hope you all got something nice, I better tell you about my weekend, last weekend that is. It's got plenty to do with Valentines, in fact it was Valentines that wrecked it for me; you see, you may or may not remember, P had told me we were taking few days away last weekend but it didn't happen. I know I haven't mentioned it since but I'm going to now and expose my husband for the cheapskate that he is :)

If we had a switching relationship I'm sure he would have spent time over my knee.

But we don't so I'll get on with the story.

He'd looked out a few hotels online then followed them up with phone calls to see what deals he could get. Usually hotels have great deals on weekends because all the Mon-Fri business traffic has gone and they want to fill their space but he couldn't get any because he realised it preceded Valentines and space was at a premium with special 'romantic this and that offers' all at inflated prices according to P, so he aborted the idea. Weekend at home. 'How about a nice meal out Monday night then?' I enquired. 'No chance,' said my spouse, 'surely you remember the trade, poor service and rip-off prices on occasions like Valentines, all the tables filled with twos, taking up space of fours, poor return for management hence the *special* menus which are always crap..etc.' I'm sure he would have gone on if I hadn't assured him I did remember and of course he was right, but for goodness sake why not just get ripped off occasionally. So we didn't get the weekend and I didn't get a meal out. Nor did I make a fuss, I took it stoically like the good wife that I am.

And I reckon this stoicism paid off because P suggested, entirely of his own volition, that we go out to dinner Thursday night (we've got the house to ourselves for two days while our son's up north, it wasn't said but I assumed he was taking this into account) so I immediately and happily agreed. But that wasn't the end of it, ten minutes later he asked me if we had anything in particular arranged for March. 'Not that I can think of,' I said, 'why?' 'Because I was just looking at Ryanair flights and wondering if you'd fancy a weekend in Barcelona or somewhere now all that nasty Valentine overpricing is out of the way.' 'Ooh well if you're sure, P,' I tried to sound concerned, 'that none of those foreign hotels might be carrying on 'post Valentine specials' or anything...' He knew I was joking but still threatened to spank me for being sarcastic.

I got the spanking on Monday, after reminding him I'd been sarcastic, the weekend is definitely on and I have to choose the destination, table booked for Thursday night. So overall I can't complain, in fact I think my husband's natural cheapskate tendency is getting me a rather better deal overall.

Last Friday's Post -

You clever people guessed correctly. It wasn't a bottom but light shining from a new lamp we bought. Thanks for guessing.

Ronnie

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What do you think?

A picture of a bottom perhaps?

Leave a comment and I'll reveal all next week and also tell you why we didn't go away this weekend.

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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My Weekend

Good morning everyone, bright and early start to the new week for me, quite a few orders over the weekend plus it's Spring Fair at the NEC which means best part of a day out and P said we're going away for a couple of days next weekend. If I want to, that is, well of course I want to, P, book it, let me know later dates and times and if I need my passport, I'll be ready. God I could do with a nice dirty city break.

As you can sense I'm in fine fettle, the weekend was pleasant without being exciting; P's mother had a small knee op at the end of last week and it seems to have gone quite well so that was good news, her other son's coming up from Wales to visit tomorrow so that will be a nice day for her and she'll likely get lunch out which she always enjoys, Saturday morning I got unexpected but welcome sex, yesterday I was in Birmingham, Friday I got spanked. That's not chronological order or any particular order at all, just how it came out and I'm not changing it.

None of these events was momentous, the sex was the best part for me followed by the spanking although if I hadn't had the spanking I don't think I would have got the sex, or at least not the way I got it. You see the sex was one-sided and that doesn't normally happen, in fact I can't remember it happening before, and I kind of liked it even though it left me wanting. P 'had me' as it were as opposed to us sharing. He didn't bother that I was out of sync, a few minutes behind him, he just entered me quite forcefully and did it to me doggy style on the bed. And I have to say I was getting going nicely when he just erupted and shot his load into me and in a few violent strokes it was over. Then he went to the office.

Why did he do it? Well he more or less told me when he followed me into the bedroom from the shower... he'd come in to have a look at my bum and see if it was marked. He never does that, in fact on the rare occasion I manage to get the odd souvenir I have to flaunt myself in front of him to get him to notice but this time he wanted to look. This is where the spanking links in as if you hadn't guessed, not that he'd spanked me that morning but he most certainly had spanked me the previous day. By cane in fact and the reason had been that I'd hardly made any progress with my weight loss regime, quite pathetic actually, and I'd persuaded him that I really did need some encouragement. So he caned me, I suspected half heartedly at first but I was in no doubt by the end that he intended it to be meaningful and have the desired effect. I was convinced it would for at least half an hour after, I can assure you.

Picture taken from Raven Red

There was no sex appended to this caning but nor was there any bad feeling, well apart from the obvious. Later Friday evening the frisson was almost touchable but our son was in with a friend so nothing could be done about it. So I reckon P had built up overnight and decided to do something about it next morning, which he did. And that's where it was unusual behaviour for P because he gratified himself and left me needy. But the weird thing, although I hadn't got what I needed, I liked what happened.

Roll on my dirty city break.

Ronnie

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A fine weekend

How was your weekend? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary but I did get spanked, not a humdinger and not because of anything in particular, just we'd had a long week and P had had a a few ups and down with some new business and ended the week on an up but with a hangover of paperwork which he had to sort out Saturday morning. He was Happy though and he told me he was going to give me a happy spanking when he got back from the office. God the man comes out with some things, anyway I laughed and said 'see you later' as he went out the door, inwardly chuffed that I was apparently going to get some attention.

As it happened our son didn't go into work, he had planned to but he'd changed his mind and worked from his room, sod it, so when P got back around 1pm and saw his car in the drive I thought the spanking would be off. Not at all, P was happy and the happy spanking was still to be, just a change of venue. P asked me to come with him to the DIY place, it was B&Q actually, because he had seen some tiles to match the ones in our shower cubicle and he wanted my opinion, but he didn't drive to B&Q, well not right away, instead he drove to our office which is kind of en route just a small detour, and told me to come in with him as he was going to spank me.

Well in we went and spank me he did, there was no-one else working so the loud slaps and my cries for more leniency went unheeded.

I was over P's lap jeans and pants down for a good ten minutes, with a couple of breathers, and by the end of it I was roasting.

When he let me up he said 'there you are, happy?' I smiled and told him I could be happier still but he told me no, we really did have to go to B&Q. And we did, and I was certainly happy but I would have just loved to have been fucked over his desk before we went tile hunting.

When we got back in the car my backside was stinging like hell, it had been ages since I'd had a good hand spanking, P drove all the way to B&Q with his hand on my thigh, Christ I was horny. I stayed horny all afternoon and in the evening we went to P's mother's, and even that didn't dampen my ardour although it might have made me a bit less tolerant of some of her chit chat than usual. We left late and when we got home no son's car in the drive.

P came upstairs with me, put his hand on my bum and said, 'You know that happy spanking I gave you earlier.....I made a mistake.' I asked him what it was, pushing my backside against his hand and feeling my knickers dampen. 'I should have taken the cane to you while your backside was nice and red, I've heard it's the best time to cane a girl's bottom....when it's been thoroughly heated and responds even to the lightest caress. That's the best time to cane her, sensitively but firmly.'

My legs nearly buckled and I had a vision of him caning me over the end of the bed to make up for it. He didn't though, he was just winding me up, instead he took my jeans down and I unzipped him at the same time, with the urgency and clumsiness of teenagers, and then he bent me over and had me from behind and we both came in no time at all in a very noisy very crude and very satisfactory conclusion to a happy day.

Yesterday morning he was awake early, he always walks down to pick up the Sunday papers, I was awake too and felt his hand brush the tops of my thighs, lightly, testing if I was awake. I made a warm mmmm sound which gave him his answer and made to shift across to his side of the bed. He stopped me, slipped his fingers inside my pants, leaned across and pecked me on the cheek and said 'I enjoyed last night, did you? Off for the papers now.' And his hand was gone and off he went, didn't even wait for my reply.

Infuriating. Well for the record yes I did, P, but you could have left your hand there a bit longer.

Ronnie

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Butt Fest

Things can brighten up a journey when you'd least expect it. We were visiting friends on Sunday who had just moved house. We turned off the A5 onto the country lanes following the Sat Nav girl's nasal instructions, as we turned onto the lane I was sure we passed a sign saying "Butt Fest", I didn't mention it to P in case I'd got it wrong. We followed the lane and came to a roundabout and then both of us spotted at the same time a poster pointing to a "Butt Fest".

P skirted the roundabout again to make sure we hadn't mis-read it, we were in good time so we followed the arrow, not much further on we found another poster attached to a sign, again "Butt Fest" with an arrow.

OK this was the third "Butt Fest" sign so presumably it was genuine, I was really curious, what on earth could it be, a kinky village festival of some sort? What if it was at a private house, would we be bold enough to knock on the door and ask where the butt fest was and what it was?

Further along we passed a large village sign and the butt fest direction was no longer there so we thought it must be imminent. We went into the village, it was lovely, thatched cottages, a little post office with smoke drifting from the chimney but no butt fest. We looked up and down the high street but we couldn't see any more signs so we had to give up because we were a bit of course by now and time was getting on and the Sat Nav voice keep saying.......recalulating...recalculating.

So we did give up and followed the Sat Nav's diversion arriving at our friend's house about twenty minutes later. We didn't tell them we'd tried to locate a butt fest en route to them but we did ask then if they knew the village, they said they knew where it was but that was about all.

We are no wiser about the butt fest but if anyone lives in the village with the butt fest signs or knows anything about butt fests by all means please email me, I'd love to know.

Ronnie

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I smacked the waiter's bum

We went out to lunch Saturday and I smacked a waiter's bum, quite a nice one too.

I told you we we planning to visit our SIL and kids on the weekend, they live in the South East and we were touch and go about making the trip because of the bad weather down there, but it improved on the weekend so off we went. Pity the snow had gone because the kids had wanted to take us up on the local common to demonstrate their tobogganing prowess, anyway it didn't happen and we went out for lunch instead. We hadn't been to this place before, it wasn't a restaurant but a so called gastro pub with a sectioned dining area and loads of casual eating space, run by South Africans judging from the accents, really busy for a Saturday lunchtime. The tables were very close together, quite tight, we were a party of nine and they'd had to jiggle about with the tables a bit to get us in. All the waiters, boys and girls, wore T shirts with the pub's logo, black trousers and brown leather aprons, smart and trendy, a bit sexy too I thought.

We were shown to our table and told our waiter would be along with menus and take drinks orders. I sat down and started to take my coat off, silly really should have done it before I sat like everyone else had, I struggled and P looked up in the air as if to say ''there's always one...'', I pulled a face determined to divest myself of the garment still seated, suddenly my left arm came out fast and I caught the waiter serving the next table on his bottom, it would have been a real full smack if my hand had been turned flat but as it was, with the wriggling and twisting I'd been doing it was a half karate chop half smack. He jerked and then he turned and smiled, of course I apologised but was embarrassed, I could feel my face glowing. Our nephews thought it was very funny. After the guy had finished at the table he graciously turned to me, lifted my coat and popped it on a wall peg.

You now what, every time I looked up and he was anywhere near I kept catching his eye and I'm sure he was smiling at me.

I said to P later when we were on our own, '' I'm sure he was one of us.''

''No way,'' said P, ''I reckon he's batting for the wrong team.''

''What do you mean?'' I asked, I genuinely didn't follow.

''He's gay, you could see it a mile off.'' I hastened to add here P's not anti gay, not at all, but he jokes like lots of blokes do.

''Well he had a nice bum and a nice smile anyway.'' I added and stuck my tongue out.

P said yeah, every time he'd looked up to check out one of the waitresses he noticed me eyeing the waiter, he needed to have word with me about that. Ha! Men.

I'll catch you all later or tomorrow as I'm travelling to a funeral.

Ronnie

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Six Strokes

Picture from Chross

That's how I would love my weekends to start - with six strokes of the cane :)

Have a good one.

Ronnie

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Natural Products

Glad it's Friday and I've only done a part week! The payback when you take breaks away from your own business is that you have to catch up, there's always stuff only you can deal with and it just piles up, on top of which I've had more than average orders this week. I'll be working tomorrow morning which is unusual for me now. Quite busy over weekend too with a family get together on Saturday evening and then on Sunday we have friends over for lunch but I'll try and set aside some private time to write.....

Picture from The Pink Report

...... and let you know about these lovely natural Portuguese twigs which decorated our apartment last week and the evil use my husband put them to.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

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Try before you buy

Can somebody tell me where the weekends go please, I blinked and it was Monday and I haven't half done all I wanted to.

No spankings for me, son had friends stop over Saturday, then in the evening P's mom came round so I haven't really had all that much opportunity. I did see a possible opening on Saturday morning when I turned some of P's white underpants pink, some of my knickers too, by throwing them into my new washing machine with a Timberland hoodie top which has never leaked colour in its life so first time ever, I put it down to the machine. P noticed the pants in his drawer on Sunday afternoon, I said ''Oops, had a slight accident, careless me'' but he wasn't too bothered, just said not to worry, perfectly wearable! Well my knickers weren't, at least not for later this week when I shall be in warmer climes, I need white knickers to wear under some white Max Mara linen trousers I bought early summer in a Selfridges sale and haven't worn yet.

I need some of the plain simple ones so I shall have to visit M&S they're usually good for knickers, failing that I suppose I could always go knickerless, that could well get me into trouble. In fact I'll get the M&S knickers and take them with me but then decide at the time, depending on P's mood, whether to wear them or not.

P has to go into town on Tuesday because he needs some Euros, I told him he could do me a favour pop into M&S for me and pick up a pack of ladies white pants, the 'no pantyline' type, I'm afraid his reply, though friendly, is not printable. I thought this little sketch was amusing, it might change his mind if he thought a young assistant might model the knickers for his approval:)

"No need to be shy Mr P, 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".

Hope you have a good week.

Ronnie

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Weekend

How was your weekend? Hope our friends across the water and in Canada are enjoying Labour Day.

Thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes. I had a wonderful weekend.

Friends popped in early evening on Friday with flowers and cards for my birthday, P very kindly gave me a good girl spanking before he took me out to dinner (yay! I didn't have to ask for it either, now I know what some of you think of good girl spankings but that's fine, it was my birthday after all), I was all ready and dressed to go when he took me by surprise leaving me all ruffled and flustered and I wanted to go back into the the bathroom to straighten up but he just said 'get into the car you look great freshly spanked, we're off', so I did.

We had a drink before dinner, Brandy Alexander for me one of my favourites cocktails, then we met up with our son and a new female friend who's just started at his firm, they took us for another drink (P had coke because he was driving and wanted a glass of wine with his meal) at a bar full of suits who had just finished work for the weekend, very vibrant and lively and it was really nice to be in that atmosphere even though I could have played mom to most of them. We left them after half an hour and headed for the restaurant and our table for two.

Dinner was fabulous, P choose Italian as he knows it's my favourite, it wasn't our local town it was big city stuff, really nice though good service and food in spite of being so busy. First time we'd tried in on the back of some recommendations, we'll definitely go again but maybe in a foursome and draw straws for the driving.

Saturday morning son went into work for a few hours, P didn't for a change, said he wanted to trim the hedges, I nudged and winked that it would be a perfect opportunity to spank someone, I mean if it was appropriate, never look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. P said I was greedy and should get a grip, I just pouted and he went off to get his trimmer from the garage, then two minutes later he was back inside, grabbed me by the arm, pulled my jeans down and put me across the kitchen table and spanked me anyway, he said it was for being greedy but I knew it wasn't really, it was because we were both feeling horny as hell after a really nice evening so I got spanked and then well, I'll spare you the details this time :) but our kitchen table was used for purposes it was never intended for. Afterwards he got me to help him with the hedges, it was lovely weather and I enjoyed it. P got stung by a wasp and made a fuss about it, I told him he should try being on the receiving end of a spanking some time.

Sunday morning the weather stayed dry so we took P's mom to a car boot sale, P hates them, his mom loves them, I don't mind them. I bought an old wine rack which will look really nice painted, I almost bought a pair of worn size 10 plimsolls too but P's mom would have thought I'd gone mad and I just couldn't think of any plausible reason for wanting them, except for the real reason of course and there was no way that was coming out.

Off to local fashion show soon. I think it's the last one of the year so catch up with you all later.

Ronnie

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Unused and Underspanked

Why is it when you make plans everything goes to pot.

Remember I mentioned I was going to give P the mini tawse this weekend, the one I bought from ebay as son was off to a theme park and staying at a friends until Sunday evening. I had great hopes but it didn't happen.

It was still on the cards Saturday morning, there I am beavering about my chores, waved son of, few jobs still to finish, P comes from office (he likes to pop in on Saturdays as I'm sure I've mentioned before). Cup of tea, chat, checked son got away on time, me trying to get round to mentioning I had a little something for him. Then his cell rings and it's friends who we haven't seen for a while, they live Oxford way. "We have to be up your way Sunday for a christening at 2.00 so thought we could pop in and see you, will you be around?"

"Great," says P, "it'll be fine in fact we can nip down the pub and grab a quick pint while the girls talk baby talk." I glared at him and got up to to make another cup of tea when I heard him say, "Look why don't you come up this afternoon if you're not doing anything, you could stay over, have dinner, couple drinks and we can catch up, we've nothing planned.'' Oh no, I thought, nothing planned my arse (excuse the pun) But it was arranged, they would be up later around 6.00.

Men don't think, do they? I'd not done any food shopping, Saturday's a rubbish day to shop so there I was rushing around like a blue arse fly finishing cleaning the bathroom and loo, spare bedroom, making beds and we still had to go out to get food in for dinner. At least P cooked so that gave me time to leave a couple of comments I'd promised to do Saturday. Dinner was excellent, they had Angus sirloin steaks on offer half price and P asked the butcher for a whole chunk at that price, uncut, which he roasted and served with excellent Yorkshire puddings and the crispiest juiciest roast potatoes ever. We had a good evening I have to say, real fun, plenty of wine. The tawse could wait till Sunday after all it was Consensual Spanking Day.

What happened Sunday. Had breakfast and just as they were leaving our son comes back, friend wasn't feeling well so left early. Probably all those ghastly rides. So the mini tawse remains unused and I remain underspanked, but it was still a nice weekend.

All good things come to those who wait, don't they? Or maybe I'll leave the tawse on his office desk when he goes out and see what he says, good idea?

Ronnie

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Ess and Emm

P sent me an email on Monday with the subject, "Fancy a weekend away" check this link. Well I'm not one to miss out on a little vacation and sent an email back saying definitely, when? I'll check the link later.

Imagine my surprise when I did. www.essandemm.com

Apparently Ess & Emm are the highest quality, most luxuriously equipped dungeons available for private hire in the UK. All their facilities are designed and equipped specifically for people who want to indulge their BDSM or fetish interests or simply spice up their sex life. These purpose-built premises are set in beautiful South Warwickshire countryside, secluded yet very easy to reach; just 10 minutes from junction 12 of the M40. There are two self contained suites, each with it’s own character, which can be hired separately or together and a superb new Studio facility, which is bookable by the hour.

Ess & Emm provide a complete package: all the equipment necessary for play as well as fine food and wine and a comfortable en-suite bedroom. Once you have closed the doors you are in you own fantasy world where your imagination can run wild. Tuition is also available.

Now this isn't actually my cup of tea, nor P's and I know he sent it as a joke but how come he got it at all? I mean why would he stumble across such a place, do I need to go out and invest in some rubber diving gear, ball gags and chains and the like? Not at all, explained my husband chuckling merrily, he was just looking for a different weekend and he threw in a load of different searches including romantic, couples, exotic, erotic, luxurious, unique, liberated (yes he actually said that) etc and this came up.

Well I threw in a load of search words in different combinations and it didn't come up for me.

Ronnie

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