Party poopers not allowed

Hedonism II is a resort, sandy beaches, warm sea, group activities (lol) etc. Google sent it to me via a link to Metro, which I've encountered before but am not a regular reader.

First thing I do when I open a link like that is key in a few search words to see if 'spank' and related words figure in the script. It did so took a further look.

The first demonstration sees our instructors strike a furry racket on the edge of a leather table in a deafening thunderclap that would erase me from this Earth if it made any contact whatsoever with my tush. The next 60 minutes are dedicated to how you make that safe in practice, physically and mentally, before culminating in a do-it-yourself spank-a-thon with the latest and greatest whips and paddles. I’ve seen things while I’ve been here, man. Things I never thought I would. But it’s at this moment I’m told that everything I’ve accumulatively experienced so far has been part of a wider ‘slow start’, and that things will really start getting freaky on Wednesday and Thursday…

It seems Metro got invited to attend the resort so sent a couple of their intrepid reporters (tough job, eh, and they get paid for it too!) along to check it out. The spanking bit wasn't very long but apparently they're expecting some exciting developments later in the week. I shall take a look.

I asked my husband if he would go to such a resort. He said no and carried on reading. I asked him if he'd mind me going to one. That got his attention but not for long, he said, "Don't be so ridiculous and if you don't stop disturbing me with such nonsense you'll get spanked". He resumed his reading, he likes a bit of peace and quiet when he's browsing through the serious stuff as he calls it on a Sunday morning. So I shut up, for a while, but took what he'd said as an invitation and sent him a slightly provocative email. I hadn't been spanked all week and just fancied one.

It worked. I got one later, probably better than they give at Hedonism II:)

Have  a good week.

Ronnie
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Happy Valentine's Day

I've never had my bottom whipped with something like this and not sure if I would want to but I do love the look of it.

I'm taking P out for a meal tonight and then back home for some.............you know

I'll leave that to your imagination.

Happy Valentine's - Have a wonderful day whatever your plans.

Ronnie

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Whips, Jodhpurs and the Weekly Shop

I like riding gear even though I don't really ride. I know I've told you before about my embarrassing, half hearted and finally aborted attempt to buy a nice leather crop from our nearby pet and equestrian accessories store.

Well I don't have to get embarrassed any more because our local Tesco supermarket has started stocking them alongside footballs and other sporty stuff.

Now I'm a bit dubious about Tesco quality on certain items and these aren't the sort of things I could take back if they weren't up to standard, I mean what could I say? But at least I can feel, touch, handle, get a feel for them without some 'helpful' assistant coming up and bothering me.

In fact I don't even need to blush as the checkout girl scans my jodhpurs and whip with a sly smile - I can go through the auto self checkout, no problem.

I'd even get Tesco points on them, might just be tempted.

Thanks to Daisy for spotting them and letting us know.

Enjoy your weekend.

Love,

Ronnie

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Saddled, Belted, Whipped and Rosy Red

I'm posting this sitting here in my office on an extremely warm backside, twenty five minutes ago I was spanked really unexpectedly and quite hard considering I'd hardly done anything to deserve it, my car's in for service this morning and son took it down to the garage for me, P came back from the office unannounced, took me by the arm upstairs, had me over his knee before I could get a word in and spanked me. Then he said as it was sunny I could walk to the office! well that's OK I can do it in 20 mins and do it by preference some days but hadn't planned on it today so I'm a bit behind with things. Phew, what a start to my Friday. P said he will tell me why later and I'll sure let you know.

Anyway here's today's post........

Things are moving along with my new business venture slowly but surely, slower than I thought actually but that's the way things go, and I've just ordered my last shipment of handbags which should reach us by end September and about three weeks or so after they arrive I'll switch the website on (yeah you think it's just like flicking on a light switch P always tells me when I say that) and start trading. I know there's a lot more to it really but if I thought about it all I'd stop doing it so I like to keep it simple, in my mind at least.

Anyway I thought you might like to hear about some of the styles I chose.

Belted

Whipped

Rosy Red, my favourite colour

The Saddle Bag. Mmm imagine being bent over that.....

Really, these are what they're called, do you think I may have been influenced a tad? Couldn't I have fun adding my kind of pics to go with them, even allude to the alternative images the words conjure up in my marketing splurge, I think I'd better not, P would go ballistic he's put a lot of work into the 'gubbings' as I called them the admin all that nasty html and css and stuff to make all this work, our son has helped too, I wouldn't actually be so frivolous.

BTW I wanted to say a public thank you to Danty and Spanky for the SEO tips, much appreciated particularly as one of the methods we've chosen to drive traffic is a purpose built blog, well why not put some experience to good use.

Ronnie

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And I really needed some new jodhpurs...

There's a mini kind of equestrian shop opened near where we work, not just horsey stuff they do pet supplies too, not sure exactly what you'd call it, we have plenty of countryside and stables not far from the office so they'll probably do okay.

Anyway I ventured in the other day because I was curious, not thinking about whips, crops, horse brushes, jodphurs you understand, just fatally attracted like a moth to light. They had them all as it happens, and after I scurried past some cages with hamsters and pet white mice (mice make me shudder even the friendly ones, how come a lick of white paint's supposed to make them cuddly) I spotted a very nice whip, which I picked up, similar to the one we have but more expensive, they also had longer ones, thinner ones, dressage ones which looked evil. I must have been standing there stroking it absent mindedly when I heard a man's voice say it was a good all rounder and then asked me if I needed any help. Now I've no idea what you're supposed to check when choosing a whip but I'm pretty certain he knew I wasn't a rider. I supposed he must be the owner.

I know I must have gone red, I recovered my thoughts quickly and muttered something about best if my daughter comes in herself and chooses one, she knows what she needs. It didn't sound quite natural, I think I went redder and left the shop.

So I've blown it, I actually fancied a new pair of jodphurs, need a pair in fact because my own which are about twenty years old seem to have shrunk, or at least I had a devil of a job getting into them when they were put to non equestrian use a while back, but I can't go in there again I'd be too embarrassed, in fact I hope I don't bump into him until the memory has faded.

His shop is on route to the post office, the most direct way that is, so I'll be taking the scenic route for a while.

Ronnie

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Caught with the Whip

First, apologies for the shaky image but 1) it was dimly lit and 2) I was trying to snap without drawing attention to myself. You'll understand soon.

 

Yesterday we visited a few leather goods wholesalers, I won't name them. P came with me thank goodness. They all had some decent stuff on offer if you picked through it, not high end but perfectly fine for casual easy everyday use. One of them had their own small factory attached and they made all their own belts, there were hundreds and hundreds of them and I made a note we'd definitely get some from them, the prices and quality were good and they had some very supple but heavy belts. I knew there must be perks with this job.

 

Then, at the far end of one of their rows of stock, we came across a load of braided leather whips. I could hardly catch my breath, out came the nokia, quick get a pic of me with the whip I whispered to P, he obliged with a smile and wandered of down another aisle. I didn't put the whip down, I ran it through my fingers and was wondering what it would feel like when one of the staff came up to me and told me they sold quite a few, they'd got heavier ones upstairs, sell very well to the sex shops he said. Have you got a sex shop? Oh God I nearly fell throught the floor, do I look like a sex shop owner? I'm sure I went beetroot as I mumbled no with a don't-be-silly smile and hurried off to find P. He was amused as usual, he asked if I'd like him to buy one but I told him he couldn't there was a min £100 purchase limit.

 

Know how much the whips were? £1.20 yes one pound twenty, or about 90 cents, made in China no doubt. Imagine, I'm sure I've seen the identical thing with a bit of fancy packaging on the shelves of one of the UK's major saucy shop chains for £24.99, now that's what I call a good profit margin, maybe I should open a sex shop as a sideline, LOL, joking, I've got enough on my plate right now.

 

Maybe I'll buy one if we go back to that place to buy some normal stuff, I'm not sure if P would know how to handle it though, perhaps it could remain coiled in the wardrobe, a sort of I'm warning you I'll take that whip to you but never actually happens thinks. Hmm.

Ronnie

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