Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Bouncing Bottoms Galore and The Cane!

Really! Swinging cocks too on the beach near our hotel in Tarragona. It wasn't marked as a nudist beach but it was clearly a case of anything goes, not that I mind at all, I just hadn't expected it. I spotted the first one and nudged P, who was laying flat out on the sand beside me trying to doze after a sleepless night. He didn't even raise his head, just murmured lovely and to keep an eye on them and let him know if it grew to epidemic proportions. Then, as an afterthought, see if I could spot any spanked bottoms amongst them, adding not to forget that my own bottom was due to be spanked later.

That was last week, first full day of a lovely little break in the sunshine which combined spanking with good seafood, Roman ruins, historic old town, excellent wines, more nudes and a trip to a leisure park which we aborted quickly. So I'm refreshed and I shall tell you a bit about it because I was also well spanked.

At the start of our trip I was in the doghouse for badgering my husband to get to the airport extra early because there were press reports of huge delays at Bham because of airport restructuring work in addition to local road closures. Even the car parking firm said allow extra time so, reluctantly, P agreed and allowed nearly three hours ahead of departure time, something he never ever does! So anyway we got there in just normal traffic and the airport itself was quiet and P told me someone needed a damned good spanking and perhaps he could rent a private room for half an hour. Very funny, I told him. He said I wouldn't think it was funny when I was across his lap later. Promises promises, I thought but didn't say.

P got stopped at Security, he was frisked by a girl then asked to open his bag, she removed a small sunsceen spray and gave it to someone to take to a separate scanner, it took less than five minutes but from the look on P's face you'd have thought a lot longer, he does get a bit angry. But here's the funny bit...after she'd cleared him and he re-joined me...he said, "What a disappointment, she stopped me for an innocuous mini sunscreen and ignored the dangerous weapon I was carrying". I asked him what he was on about and he told me he'd got one of my travel canes in his bag. I didn't believe him so he unzipped and rummaged around to show me the red handle, he didn't get it right out of the bag. I was shocked. 

"What if she'd seen that and asked you what it was for?" I was really amazed that he'd done that without telling me.

"I would have taken great pleasure in asking her what she thought it was for and then, before she even answered, telling her she was probably right. And then watching her face." He was smiling, probably pleased with himself for having risked it.

I asked him what if I'd been standing next to him, OMG the very thought made me shudder but he maintained it was none of their business and so what if they saw it, it would probably embarrass them more than him, he said. (what about me!). Anyway the cat was out of the bag, I knew a spanking wasn't an idle threat and he reminded me several times during our long wait for embarking that the only thing keeping his temper even was the thought of striping my bottom later. I have to admit it made me tingle each time he said it.

The Spanish airport was dead and they don't bother too much about passports so we got through and picked up our car quickly, it was less than half an hour to the hotel, it wasn't late but even so by the time we got there we were both hungry and stale from travel so a quick shower and into town. We didn't get back till late and we had guests next door so I didn't get spanked. P didn't sleep well, he got a mosquito bite and swore there was one in the room but couldn't find it, he didn't think the bed was comfortable and there was a train line nearby which ran throughout the night although I didn't think it was too noisy.

So that's the background and why P was feeling tired the following day, after visiting the harbour in the morning, when we were spending couple of hours on the beach. He didn't get to doze, I kept reporting more nudes to him, there really were quite a few and some fit looking types amongst them, I made a point of saying that. P wasn't tempted. After an hour or so I told him I was going to get a cup of tea, there was a beach bar not far away, he said he'd have a coffee but not yet, he had a little job to do first. He was going to cane me.

I told him he couldn't, not on a beach, he hadn't got the cane with him anyway, it wasn't supposed to happen like this blah blah. He just said we'd leave the towels where they were and walk back to our hotel which actually overlooked the beach, then he'd cane me and then we'd come back down and have a drink at the beach bar and I could sit there with a sore bottom and point out some of the nudes to him. He was very cheerful. The hotel room was cool, there was no noise coming from either side, P said it was a very good time for caning with everybody out. He retrieved the cane from his bag, put me across his lap on the bend, pulled my shorts down and caned me, telling me off all the way through it for pestering him into breaking his good timekeeping habits. I objected and told him I'd only been following Internet advice!

"And for good measure," said my husband, "quite apart from the airport debacle, I think you deserve your bottom extra caned for going on about all the nudes on the beach."

So I got quite a long caning and he did it hard because it's a short cane and he wanted to make sure it made an impression. It did! It might have been short but it was whippy and it stung like hell and it was as much as I could do to stifle my cries. When he decided I'd learned my lesson he gave my bottom a beefy slap with his hand and told be to get off and pull my shorts up. I lingered, thinking he might want some attention but just snapped and said it was coffee time, telling me to get a move on or I'd be back over his knee for another dose only harder and then I'd be going down to the beach bar with tears as well as a sore bottom. I jumped off the bed!

We were sipping tea and coffee fifteen minutes later, sitting on the raised decking of the beach bar which gave a great view of the whole beach, idly watching boobs, water shrivelled cocks and bare bottoms in the sea. P said he didn't think any of them had been spanked. The only bottom that has been spanked for certain was sitting next to him:)


Monday, 22 May 2017

Richard Boone

Spotted on ebay - original vintage photo of Richard Boone who goes to spank Gina Villiness Vera Miles from the film 'Kona Coast'
Wondered - does anyone know if the spanking happened in the film or was this just a publicity picture?

Have a good week.


Friday, 19 May 2017

One Word Meme

  1. Where is your phone? Table
  2. Your hair? Cut
  3. Your Dad? Missed
  4. Your other half? Out
  5. Your favourite food? Chicken
  6. Your dream last night? None
  7. Your favourite drink? Rioja
  8. Fear? Loss
  9. Favourite shoes? Boots
10. Favourite way to relax? Walking
11. Your mood? Happy
12. I love? Life
13. Where were you last night? Out
14. Something that you aren't? Selfish
15. Muffins? No
16. Wish list item? Grandbaby:)
17. Where you grew up? England
18. Last thing you did? Eat
19. What are you wearing right now? Jeans
20. Something you hate? Winter
21. Your pets? None
22. Friends? Special
23. Life? Lovely
24. Regrets? Few
25. Missing someone? Yes.

Thanks Terps.

Scheduled post.

Have a fun weekend.



Wednesday, 17 May 2017

A Smile for Today

c1910's postcard. Spotted on ebay


Monday, 15 May 2017

Anal G-spots

What? Yes that's what I asked when I read the article in GQ India magazine. Apparently it's true, unless it's fake news of course, so that's why I get those tingly sensations when I'm being attended to.

Getting it right

Spanking can stimulate nerve endings in her vagina. But you have to make contact with the right spot. BDSM expert and author of Exhibitionism for the Shy, Carol Queen explains, “You want to be over flesh or muscle, not bone. Aim for the lower part of the butt; that engages more nerves and makes it more enjoyable.” Lightly spanking a woman (nothing that could cause a bruise, unless your lady wants you too) can feel amazing for both of you. Some women have reported that getting spanked sends a rush of tingly sensations to their vaginal and anal G-spots.

Love it. And I always thought it was the cane that tingled:)

Have a good week.


Friday, 12 May 2017

BBQ time

It's not, unfortunately, time to have a barbecue. The great British weather tells us when we can or cannot have one. But P tells me it's going to be a hot summer, better than last year, and we'll be having plenty. 'Well that will be nice,' I said, I didn't bother asking him where he'd got his information from, it was just chat. We were sitting outside with mugs of tea after he'd cut the grass and I'd been pottering around with some plants.

Then two days later a Parcel Force man called, he had a delivery, it was a very big box and it was heavy, too much for me and I asked him to pop it into the garage for me. It was a BBQ grill with a smoker box attachment, I thought at first he'd gone modern and bought a gas one to save all the mess of setting up and then cleaning down (I'm the one who always cleans the ashes) but he hadn't, it was clearly stated on the box 'charcoal'. I closed the garage and went down to the shed, our trusty BBQ was still there so I called him and said what a nice surprise getting a gas barbecue for the garden. He nearly erupted over the phone, he said they must have sent the wrong one, he'd check his order, they better bloody not have sent a gas one. I didn't tell him I was only joking, I said he should double check it when he got home.

When he did come home he went straight to the garage, I heard the door go. He came into the house and told me it said clearly on the box it was charcoal, hadn't I read it? I said yes I saw that but I thought maybe it was the type you can sprinkle charcoal on top of. No no, that would be lava rock, he said, not for me thank you. Then I told him we'd already got a good BBQ in the shed, why have two, He said this one was bigger and better, an oil barrel type with a facility for smoking food and lots of space. I asked him what were doing with the other one, were we keeping it as a spare in case the super duper new one ever broke down? I was being sarcastic. Pointless waste of money in my opinion. Boys with toys. He stood and looked at me as if he could hardly believe I said that.

Then he saw me smile as if I was pleased with what I'd said. Then he dropped his bag on the floor, came across the room and put me across his knee and spanked me, lecturing me about the benefits of the new grill and why he preferred real coal and wood over gas and how it wasn't a waste of money at all and I'd see how much better it was when we got some BBQ weather. He wasn't spanking me hard, nowhere near hard enough and it was over cotton so I told him the truth that I'd spotted it was charcoal right from the start, I knew it wasn't gas. 

He started to ask 'Then why did you call me and say...' and then decided not to waste time on words; instead he pulled my shorts and knickers down, clamped his leg across my thighs and gave me humdinger of a hand spanking which had me squealing with protest and secret joy. When he stopped we were both panting, I could feel his bulge against my left hip, I spluttered that maybe we should go upstairs. He said he didn't think so and let me off his lap onto the floor. I thought his zip was coming down and if it hadn't I would have pulled it down but instead he bent me across the seat of the sofa. Then he got behind me, then I heard the zip undo and then I felt his cock against me then in me, and I squealed again as he slapped my bottom and fucked me at the same time. Lovely. The only thing that got barbecued was my backside!

With family all day Saturday then on Sunday we fly out to Spain. Wont be commenting or posting while we're away. 

Have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 10 May 2017

In with the New - Bonnie's Edition

I've been a little tied up and not had time to search for new Blogs/Tumblrs but lucky for us, our friend Bonnie has.


Paddled Seats
Young women getting heat applied to their seats with a paddle. 

Just add sex and stir.

A 43 year old male loves spanking women. 

Sin Titulo
A collection of spanking videos.

Firm Discipline for Females 

Depictions of men disciplining women with spankings and corner time.

Sir Paddle

Spanking mit Leidenschaft & Genuss.

Waking Fantasies
A collection of the exciting, the intriguing and the arousing. 

Spank Channel
A blog of videos and images.

Spanking videos and photographs. 

Sore Backside
All things spanking, but mostly F/M.

Archive of Corporal and Non-Corporal Punishments
Spankings are just the beginning.

The Punishment Club
Discipline just became serious. 

23 year old SoCal to Midwest transplant is a polyamorous spanko; a little bratty, but a lot kinky.

Spanking Art Blog
A dutch woman's collection of spanking-themed artwork.

Good Grrrl 4 U
Hot spankings add spice to life.

Spankees Spanking contacten
Dutch site for finding a suitable spanker or spankee. 

Sensation Junkie
Feel the sting, experience the warmth, savour the marks.

Smarting and Gasping
Let the punishment spankings begin!

The Marks Remain
A graphic study of painful punishment aftermath.

Official Snow Mercy
The official page for Snow Mercy: actress, model, Dominatrix, educator, and Ph.Deviant. 

Oncle Albert
A Spanking Gallery.

Thank you Bonnie


Monday, 8 May 2017

Spain Trip

I shall be out of the country for a few days next weekend, not exactly unexpectedly because my husband has been keeping very quiet about his rescheduled Ryanair flight booking which caused a bit of friction between us the other week. He said he was going to cancel and get his money back (he told me he had cancelled) but he hadn't; instead he diverted it to another destination on the coast. I asked him why, what was wrong with Madrid. He said nothing but if we (or Ryanair) had kept to the original plan we wouldn't have spent much time in Madrid anyway. That was true but I saw it as an opportunity. He saw it differently, he said instead why not spend the time we would have spent mostly in Salamanca, and a bit in Madrid, somewhere on the coast, enjoy the sea air, eat some good fish, meander through old town streets, visit a castle or two, relax.

He's done it anyway without asking me, and I agreed, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. It's unusual for P, he must have felt sorry for me:) Anyway he hasn't booked a hotel thank goodness so I'll do that and look forward to a few days break and hopefully a spanking or two.

Have a good week.