Never too old for a slanging match

How old do you have to get before you're wise enough to not get involved in pointless arguments or, worse still, slanging matches with people you hold near and dear? I don't know the answer to that but I do know I haven't reached the age yet and it got me a thorough spanking which I suppose I deserved but still feel a bit miffed about because, I mean, it takes two to tango.

You see I'm going to Spain soon, note the 'I' not 'we'. I'm going with my friend Jan, only for a few days, to visit an old mutual friend who lives over there and whose hubby has to return to the UK for a medical procedure (not a nasty one) and she invited us over to keep her company. It isn't a glamorous part of the country it's in Murcia, I don't expect there will be much to do but it will be nice to catch up and I'm looking forward to it. I asked P if we could pick Jan up on our way to drop me at the airport and that was what started it all off. He'd pretty much forgotten I was going, or so he made out. He first said sure, should be ok but then said it was actually quite a detour and why couldn't Jan's husband take her or better still swing round and pick me up. I took the hump, it wasn't a big ask in my opinion, but I said alright I'd tell her she needed to make her own arrangements.

P knew I wasn't happy. A few minutes later he said he could probably fit a detour in. I told him not to put himself out, it was alright but really I was thinking what a grumpy bastard he was why did he even make a fuss about it, I mean he doesn't have set hours to stick to so he can make whatever time he wants. So this festered a bit and eventually it came out that he was going down to his brother's place in Wales the same day. I definitely hadn't known about that at all and I asked him why and for how long. He said a couple of days and he was going to see a local band play in Cardiff and they'd find stuff to do, in fairness he hasn't seen his brother for nearly twelve months. I asked him if his brother's girlfriend would be there but he said no she was in Colombia (she's Colombian), I said well never mind I'm sure he's got plenty of others to keep him company,"Maybe he'll have a spare one for you". I didn't mean to say that, or at least not the way I said it.

So you know the background and you can guess how things escalated. Him saying maybe there would be some nice blokes on the estate where Lyn lives, perhaps in the clubhouse (there's a golf course), or maybe in the bars along the sea front. I told him not to be so stupid, he told me he wasn't stupid, he remembered this and that and he quoted a couple of other times when I'd been away with girls not him and he made silly inferences, childish as men can be. Of course I reposted with several incidents from the past in which he could easily have, in my opinion at the time, dallied with other women. Some stupid things were said by both of us, goodness knows how adults can be so childish, even digging up the minutest detail from absolutely donkeys years ago just to hurt the other side. It reached crescendo when I told him his brother had always fucked anything in a skirt which was why his marriages screwed up and that he had the same genes. There were lots of profanities both ways I'm not proud of it. Anyway it stopped abruptly. P stood and took a few deep breaths. 

"This has gone far enough, more than far enough and I'm not having any more of it." There were no swear words and his voice had lowered and he was very calm. He took me upstairs, I didn't know why he needed to do that if he was going to spank me why didn't he do it there and then. Well I found out soon enough why he wanted me upstairs, he wanted an implement and nearest to hand was a paddle, it's the stingiest paddle we've got, one that Bogey sent me ages ago and it really really hurts when it's used hard. P knows I dread it.

My jeans and knickers came down and I was pulled half across his lap half on the bed with his right leg locking me down. It was all very fast and efficient. I started protesting but the spanks were underway before I could get a sentence out and then I just shouted and squealed. Profanities resumed but only from me not P. I meant everything I called him at that time too, I'm not going to print it all just believe me my mouth needs washing out for a month. I tried to dig my nails into his flesh where his t-shirt pulled up but he just pinned my arm behind my back and carried on spanking. There's a pattern to spankings, I mean real ones not play ones, for me anyway. There's verbal objection, physical resistance, foul mouthedness, threat, overpowerment, shock, realisation, inward capitulation, outward capitulation, pleading, apologies, meaningful apologies, do-with-me-as-you-will absolute contrition usually accompanied by limpness. That was how it was, I was so exhausted I didn't know how much he'd hurt my bottom until he let me up and there was rush of pain as blood rushed to my nether region to try and cool it. Oh god I wanted to jump about and grasp my poor backside but wouldn't while he was still in the room.

"We'll have no more of that nonsense, and I don't just mean for a few hours or the rest of the day, I mean forever. Full stop."

I sniffled some snot back, it's the hay fever season. It makes my eyes run a bit too.

"Is that clearly understood?" He wouldn't let it go until I answered.

"Yes P." I really hoped he couldn't hear the quiver in my voice.

He left the bedroom and I stayed upstairs for over an hour, wishing I'd got my phone or ipad with me but not wanting to go downstairs and get either because he was down there. We didn't speak again until the evening when he broke the silence, he said, "Tell Jan I'll be able to pick her up on the way to the airport."

It was a little peace gesture. Somebody has to break the ice. I called Jan and told her, she said great and her husband would be happy to do the same on the return flight. I told P, he grunted his acknowledgement. I left it a while then told him I was sorry for the things I'd said earlier. He grunted again, a few minutes later he asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. Thaw. Takes two to tango:)

I don't get enough of this type of spanking, I used to spend hours plotting how to get one without causing any real rot to set in between us. Then out of the blue a good old slanging match and letting off steam brings one on. 

Perhaps I'll never get too old for a slanging match.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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The Pen is Mightier...

OK I'm getting my metaphors mixed up, well making new ones up in my head or trying to. It was something my husband said that started me thinking, it was about the use of language, spoken language that is, and how it could, well not 'could' actually but 'does' make a difference to everything we do, including sex of course. I thought about it for a bit, it's not something I'd consciously recognised before, then I asked him if he used words intentionally to direct sex the way he wanted it to go. He said of course, but he didn't plan it, he just used them spontaneously as things went along, to catalyse or trigger certain responses. It sounded so bloody clinical the way he said it I thought, well up yours, I'm wearing earplugs next time, that fuck you up:)

Then I thought a bit more about it, on and off, and he's right. Certain words or phrases he uses do have an effect on me. Probably more than touching or at least as much, I mean how often do we read an excerpt from a story where 'he or she said whatever and it tipped them or their lover (or both) over the edge,,,'. Quite often I think.

So to get back to metaphors I was trying to think of something appropriate like 'The Word is Mightier than the Cock' or 'The tongue........' you can imagine my train of thought. I didn't come up with anything satisfactory but there's no doubt at all that, for me, certain words or phrases do accelerate my sexual desire and in fact some can send the thermometer off the scale; the opposite applies too I suppose.

Examples of triggers for me, particularly with spanking in mind, are '....getting what you deserve', '.....stop struggling or you won't sit down for a week', '....taking your knickers down', '....teach you a lesson' etc, not necessarily those exact phrases but you get the idea. I can get spanked for instance (I don't mean as punishment but when it's to our mutual wish) for quite a while and yes the spanking will stimulate me physically and yes I will be aroused. But add scolding and it goes up a notch. Tell me the tempo's raising and why and it's up again. Throw in words like naughty, punish, hard, lesson, tears etc etc and they're music to my ears. If they're not already down, and I've already been well spanked but maybe a bit lippy or whatever, just being told that my knickers are coming down (and then of course doing it) and I'm going to get a 'real' lesson can bring me in an instant very close to an orgasm.

Am I right or wrong or is it just me. Does anyone else have certain words or phrases particularly with spanking which set them off? Please send me some if you do, if I get enough I'll post a few, nothing offensive please:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it'

Those are words I don't often say and mean. I say them sometimes when I'm really not sorry at all and did mean it, I also use them to signify surrender and contrition when I'm being spanked, usually towards the end or what I think might be the end but often turns out to be only around two-thirds through because my husband likes to make a lasting impression by spanking me well beyond capitulation stage.

I said the words today, which is Sunday for me as I write, sitting on a well warmed backside, and I meant them earnestly. I deserved the spanking I got, my husband did not deserve the stupid adolescent way I spoke to him and I felt so bad for even thinking it, I was almost in tears not from the spanking but the telling off he gave me. I've said here loads of times that genuine spankings are the best and they ARE, but they're also the WORST because they are not manipulable and they cause pain not just to the bottom.

Those who join me here often will know we've just gone through a family bereavement, I don't want to go on about it but what happens happens and I'll keep it brief but this is a spanking blog and it also follows pretty close to real events so I think it's OK to mention. We have a large family, lots attended the funeral last Thursday, some flew in for it, quite an assortment and lovely to see faces we don't see anywhere near often enough, well not in all cases. One particular face belonged to P's brother's ex wife (she's been 'ex' for a good twenty years I might add) and she was paying particular attention to my husband. They have known each other a long time admittedly but I'm not stupid (well as it turns out I was) and I can spot flirtation when I see it. I have to say my husband showed no sign of reciprocation but the woman's body language and general demeanour were obvious and I wasn't best pleased at all. I kept my cool on the outside and seethed on the inside, the audacity of her especially on such an occasion! Needless to say I kept an eye on her. The event passed, other things outweighed the matter but it still festered in a tiny corner of my mind.

Then this morning I mentioned the woman to P, I asked him why she'd kept sidling up to him and said he'd seemed to enjoy her company. He looked incredulous, he was speechless for a while, I could tell instinctively from his face that I'd got it wrong and wished there was a rewind button but there never is, and to make matters worse, stupidly I described circumstances which had led me to believe that I had a case to make. Oh how wrong I was, so bloody stupidly wrong, how old am I not to know better.

It turned out the woman in question still likes her ex husband, P's brother, and had heard that things weren't going all that well with his current marriage and was apparently trying to prise a bit of inside information out of my husband, even get him to do a bit of informal match making perhaps, at least to find out how the land lay and whether she might count on P for support if she were to re-emerge. So that was the rational answer from my husband, calm and simple. But then followed the annoyance that I'd even brought it up and the accusational way I'd said it, and had he given me any reason at all to think he'd been flirting - especially under the circumstances - etc etc, it went on a while but fairly so. And then he told me he was going to spank me. I felt bad, I knew I'd made a mistake, I'd offended my husband and still, ridiculously still, I defended my position saying a few more things, god knows how I thought they could improve matters, just bloody minded defiance I suppose and not wanting to climb down and eat humble pie so immediately. Well I should have because ten minutes later I had to eat humble pie anyway but with tears in my eyes and a sore backside. I think I would have cried quite a lot if P had done the telling-off more, that was what got to me more than the spanking.

So there we are, all that background and I haven't even told you about the spanking and I'm not going to except to say my husband had me over his knee for several minutes with my jeans around my knees, he didn't bother taking my knickers down he didn't need to, he spanked me good and hard by hand alone and I wasn't smirking to myself like I sometimes do, instead I was just full of remorse and the feeling amplified as the spanking and accompanying lecture matured. I knew my eyes were wet, his words stung more than his hand and I deserved it all. Eventually, well after I'd apologised, he stopped and let me up and I just stood there stupidly, shoulders drooped and head down, I think I wanted him to hug me and tell me it was OK but he didn't, he just got up and left me there, a silly girl appropriately dealt with.

I made myself a cup of tea, gave myself a few minutes to recover and then opened my laptop to start writing this. Half way through, P came back into the room and noticed my tea mug, he said I could have made him one. I sniffled that I didn't know where he'd gone or how long he'd be and did he want me to make him one now, I made to get up and do it.

"No," he said, "it's no problem I'll do it."  And he went into the kitchen leaving the door open. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he called, " but you deserved it you know."

"I know I did," I replied, I'm so sorry."

"If and that's a big if, I had any inclination to flirt I would hardly be doing it with a woman my own age would I, who I've known virtually since school. It's women half her age you need worry about." I had the feeling my husband was joking to help lighten things up before any ice set in, which wouldn't have happened at least not from me.

"She's still an attractive woman though," I said.

"So are you," came my husband's reply, then he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea and sat opposite with a newspaper. I nearly went and joined him but my professional blog lady side took charge and I resumed typing, I'll be hoping to make up later.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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What's Your Four?

Patient

Thoughtful

Lovely

Reserved.

All true:)  What's your four?

Ronnie
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