Wet spanking and Bottling out

Wednesday night we had that meal out I told you about, yep the one I was going to straighten out this punishment thing. Well it didn't go according to plan, I didn't know when it would be correct to straighten out punishment matters, with antipasti or main course, as it happened we ran through presents sorted and those still outstanding, discussed a couple of client matters, son coming home and resolved to get the tree next morning (this time tape measure's in my purse), we were half way down a bottle of wine and main courses started and still no straightening out of punishment matters even though I'd rehearsed what I was going to say in fact I'd rehearsed more than one version to give myself some wriggle room, but it wasn't to be.

What happened was P brought up my blog, asked me how it was going, listened attentively while I told him about some of you guys and what I planned for over the coming weeks, then I thought this is it great opportunity to bring up the punishment as it involved the blog. About to start when I felt his hand on my knee, Ooh I hadn't rehearsed anything which would fit in with this but I didn't have to say anything anyway, P did instead ''You know I think you've done really well with it, I'm very impressed you've put it together and I'm glad you're getting some nice people dropping by.'' Well that gave me a warm glow and I mentally cancelled my punishment scripts, I must admit I'd been in two minds anyway, I suddenly decided I didn’t want to have it out at all, I actually enjoyed what happened, it was different, punishment if that’s what it was was okay, to me it wasn‘t demeaning as some say (some of you may not agree about that). It was natural, unexpected, unsettling, painful and thrilling. I’m my own women, I'm very confident in our relationship and a little excited that something I'm doing has provoked my partner to take such a firm stance. I want it to happen again, I've decided, but if I brought it up then the bubble would burst and nothing else would be said about it and would probably not happen again and I didn’t want that.

So what's all this got to do with wet spanking? Well I was going to tell you about my first ever wet spanking but I can't because I'm waiting for a little disc from P with a photo editor first, P did the little xmas greeting with it and he said he'll copy it me today, then I'll post and you'll understand why I waited.

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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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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