Smile of the Day

Not around for a few days. Have scheduled a post for Friday.

Ronnie

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Let me know if picture is yours.

What a Waste

Look like someone's been having fun.

I showed it to my husband and asked him if he would like to do that to me, you know, mark his territory and all that (I did manage to make it happen once)

He said no, absolutely NO, what the hell would he want to waste it like that for, why not unload it somewhere pleasurable. I told him that it might be pleasurable to me, I might like it but he wasn't convinced, then he asked how he could do it anyway, he'd have to masturbate wouldn't he? I said no, I could reach back and do it for him, well so I thought. 
He still wasn't convinced. 

Funny when you get a certain thing in your mind.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Wear it Pink

Forgot to mention in yesterday's post that Friday was 'Wear it Pink' Day in support of Breast Cancer. You had to make at least a £2.00 donation to wear pink. All the offices in our building agreed to take part even some of the men said they would wear pink and those who didn't contributed anyway. I don't know how much was raised but it was a bit of fun.

When our receptionist distributed the daily post around the offices she said I wasn't wearing pink and had I forgotten. I hadn't actually but I wasn't going to tell her I was wearing pink in a place I couldn't possible show her.

Only joking, hadn't really got a pink bottom. I raised my arm with the cancer band I was wearing to show I hadn't forgotten. I don't do pink clothes because I look terrible in pink.

On a more serious note, I wished there was more emphasis on other forms of cancer as it seems a lot more money is raised for breast cancer than any of the others and, though it's obviously a worthy cause, the others are nonetheless deserving.

Enjoy your day.

Ronnie

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Give a little hint

A Spanking Brooch, spotted on ebay.

Cute eh, but would you dare wear it?

Ronnie

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Oh Please.....

Oh please not the hairbrush again.

What is about the hairbrush? I've never heard anyone say they like to be spanked with one.

Have a good weekend.

Ronnie

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I think this may be a drawing by Paul Meadows not sure. Anyone know?

So it's true.......

They don't wear anything under their kilts.

Ronnie

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Don't you think I look a bit pale?

All quiet here, well it has been, on the spanking front at least but that changed on Saturday. And the holiday front too,I got the green light to source and book a triple S (sun-sand-sea) break as he calls it at the end of last week, actually I prefer to think of it as quintuple S because sex and spanking better be on there too, anyway I was going to try and do it Sunday but I've got a limited time frame now because P told me Saturday afternoon he wants to go to an exhibition at the end of June and we've got some other commitments commitments early July, one of which involvehis mother which he didn't need to do in my opinion.

So Saturday P was at work doing a couple of hours, he always does invoices on Saturdays and usually makes a few client calls, to those he knows will be working. I was at home, jobs done, decided to try on my swimwear and to take a picture of myself, not that I don't trust the mirror anymore but I was going to send one to P and ask him how he thought I was doing, not as easy as I'd thought trying to find somewhere to balance a little nokia and setting it just right, I'd have been better with the digi but that's a hassle to transfer the pics. I took several terrible shots and then found just the right position so I took a few extras, a couple of naked shots one showing my bum with me pretending to smack it. I felt quite naughty doing it and decided to send that one to P, forget the swimsuit, I was into soft porn it was much more fun. I sent it to P with a message "Don't you think I look a bit pale" and I waited, it didn't take long.

''What do you mean with this are you OK'' he texted. ''Don't you think I'm too pale'' I texted back. My phone rang ''Are you alright, what does that message mean, are you feeling unwell?''. ''No, not at all, haven't you seen the picture?'' ''No, I can see it's multimedia but no pic showing, hold on I'll press edit instead of play...pause... Is that your backside?'' he enquired. ''Why are you disrupting me with rude messages? Haven't you got anything better to do, I'll be leaving in about half an hour you can tell me then.'' End of conversation.

Two minutes later, presumably the penny had dropped, I got a text ''If you mean does it look untanned, I'd say yes. I will correct very soon.''

He certainly did. I heard his car pull onto the drive and busied myself unconvincingly in the kitchen, he came in, pecked me on the cheek, ordered me upstairs to the bedroom and wait for him. When he came up he had my nokia in his hand, he told me to strip, I did. He came over, scrolled the recent images, showed them to me, really no need for that as I'd taken them but P likes a little drama. He asked for an explanation, I didn't offer one, just looked sheepish and found-out if that's a look. He told me to go into his office where he would attend to the matter of my pale backside and then add a considerably less pale image to my gallery.

He was true to his word and corrected the under tanning most effectively, choosing suitable words about rudeness, idleness, cheek, disrespect (Disrespect? I had to ask him about that one, he said I'd been disrespectful by inferring that he'd been falling down in his duties somehow, I didn't argue), pornographic etc.. while I wriggled and squealed uncomfortably across his lap. God I felt very tanned indeed by the time the spanking stopped, and P snapped me as promised. I think the paleness had gone completely.

Ronnie

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Hand Sketch

P saw some of Patti's pencil sketches  and said he liked them. He said he wants me to draw a nice saucy hand sketch of my bum for his desk drawer, to remind him of all the spankings he needs to deliver. I can remind him in my own way thank you very much, without putting pencil to paper and embarrassing myself with my lack of artisitic skill. 

 
I  found this on the net, I don't think it's Patti's....I'll print it off and pop it in his drawer, I hope it will please him even though it's not me.....otherwise he might.....well.... you know.

Ronnie

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Happy New Year

What more can I say

Ronnie
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Wedding Night

Found this on otkart.blogspot.com/ bet many of
us would have benefitted from this on our wedding night.
Ronnie
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Christmas comes early

Still sitting at the office and I still have a very sore bottom no I’m not going to show although I do have a pic) and its still very red (just took a look in the office loo). I can’t believe it, this hardly ever happens more than about 20 minutes or so after a spanking, let alone the following morning, and who's to blame, apart from myself, for asking for it and P for obliging?

Those nice people from Can-IAC have sent the goods P had ordered from them, it only took about 8 days to get to the UK they're very efficient. P had forgotten to tick our office address for delivery instead of home address, so you can guess it was delivered to our home while we where out and our kind neighbours took it for us and left a note a parcel was in their possession.

P said for me to go and fetch it, no I wouldn’t, I would be embarrased in case it had something written on to identify where it came from or its contents. P said go and fetch and that if he had to go I wouldn’t be sitting for the rest of the night. Well neither of us went, Mr. B came round with it, said he was going out so didn’t want to miss us (phew that was me off the hook). Was I imagining or did he have a smile on his face. Then I read the package outer stated contents as topaddle and toy teddie bear, obviously he would have thought xmas related presents being this time of year, I still didn't like that smile though.

Well know I know what he ordered. I wanted to open it but didn’t, I could only imagine what it would feel like being spanked with a paddle (have read from some of our friends about paddles and they hurt) P said no I couldn’t open it, its for Christmas he was going to save it and use it for each day of the 12 days of Christmas. I know now that would just not be possible.

Anyway I am afraid curiosity got the better of me, P went out and I decided to take a peek, just a peek I thought, no more. He had already took part of the wrapping off and must have pulled something out as it was slightly open. I carefully looked inside but couldn’t see properly what should I do, probably could open it a little more, I was on my hands and knees in the bedroom (P had placed the package under the bed), the next thing I know there was P in the room, I hadn’t heard him come back..

Well my girl he said, unluckily for you I forgot the dvd I wanted to drop round to Pam's and look what I find when I come back for it. Now you have started you can open it and bring it to me downstairs, no love, sorry, I said I will leave it, its OK, I can wait nearer Christmas.

Do as your told. I opened the package but closed my eyes when I pulled it out and it certainly wasn’t a paddle, its heavy and large and varnished and with a lovely picture of Santa on it, no doubt Ho Ho Hoing happily to himself as he reddens some poor girl's backside to the colour of his suit, it looks so big I think it will cover the whole of my bottom well maybe its not that big. I sat there, nervous, excited, what to do. Hiding it was the first thing to mind, hiding me was second, throwing it from the window was a possibility...but none of them was correct. I knew what was correct but I just wasn't ready.

Then P calls from the lounge, better come now or else it will be worse for you. Deep breath down I go, P was sitting on the sofa, come along hand it to me, very nice he said stroking the paddle, this is made of maple wood I'm told, what did I care what it was made of, wood is wood and it would hurt.

He told me to take my jeans down and to get over his knee, (one of my favourite positions normally but not this time).

Gentle to start, said he was just getting the feel, Oh this is OK maybe paddles are not so bad after all, then he stopped, examined my pantyclad cheeks a little squeezing a little rubbing.

Oh yes this could catch on, now just slip your hand down under my pants where its hot, yes just there and carry on down until I say stop, then rub and probe around a while I think you might find your fingers a bit wet but I can explain that.... but then I was woken from my reverie, the squeezing stopped and my pants came down cool air drifting lightly over my bum and then without so much as a 'now young lady lets see what this paddle can really do' down it came again. Hard. I'm sure I jumped up from his lap but still in the horizontal position, I know his left hand tightened around my waist.

I know that within a minute I was squirming, wriggling telling him it hurt too much, it was the wrong kind of wood, my bottom was on fire and I'd never again snoop into presents I'd been told to leave alone but more maple wood paddling followed until he decided I really had learned my lesson and he'd learned the capabilities of his new toy. (I can assure you everybody that says the paddle leave your bottom red and stinging and that it hurts is correct but I did rather enjoyed it, wont tell P that).


After P had finished, he told me not to move and he would take a photo so I could see how red my bottom was, I didn’t need to see I could feel the heat radiating from it, but the pic was taken anyway. Then P sat me up and put his arms around me and gave me this lovely little teddy bear, its really cute.

As I was about to get up he pulled me back down and said I also have another surprise that Can-IAC sent but I really will have to wait for that. I wondered what it was, I had no intention of finding out prematurely. Then his hands started going where I'd been willing them to go earlier and all thoughts of further surprises were on hold as I realised how wet his fingers were now getting for real and I turned my attention to more immediate matters.

Home time now thought I would post this before I left :)

Turner Prize

Hello everybody,

Hope you all had a good weekend.

I came across a magazine article yesterday which made me smile, it was in Scarlet Magazine, which is full of tidbits for women, a few interesting and amusing articles from time to time (London Spanking Solicitor, which I'll print another time) and I found the following picture, which caught my eye for obvious reasons.


It was entry by Gillian Carnegie for the 2005 Turner Prize (for anybody doesn’t know about the Turner Prize it's a contemporary art award that was set up in 1984 to celebrate new developments in contemporary art.The prize is awarded each year to a British artist under fifty for an outstanding exhibition or other presentation). You wouldn’t believe some of the entries they call art, P said Turner (JMW Turner the artist) would turn in his grave (several times) at some of the entries over the years, even though he was considered highly unconventional in his day using strong brush stokes and vibrant colour to powerful effect.

Apparently the Carnegie entry didn’t win. P said it needed a bit of colour and was sure if the subject been dealt with before the picture was taken it would have stood a far better chance. The actual winner was a shed turned into boat. Hmmmmm, craft not art I would say.

Spanked with Roses

Yes, your truly, it is me, and one of the very rare occasions I'm likely to share a shot of my derriere with the world but it was a memorable and totally unexpected event. My birthday actually (yes I know another birthday spanking story but I got caught short after Bonnie linked me, wont be all about birthday spankings but this one is nice) 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 my favourite flower, 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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