The vodka trail looks promising, as they might mortgage their petroleum and gas fields, which they haven't really found yet, to the ruskies and live to enjoy the sun for a few more years.
It was only last week, before any of this financial scare, that my wife and I talked of going back there for another summer break.
I had one of the best and well deserved holiday spankings on that island.
I went off on a fishing trip, with a couple of blokes from other hotels on the island and stayed later than I should have done, drinking in a bar on the quay.
I had told my wife that I would be back at the hotel by 4pm.
She was OK about me leaving her for most of the day in the hotel but said that she did not want to be a fishing widow on her holiday, so I should get back as soon as possible.
I had to have one drink (of course) with the lads when we got back on shore but I showed no self- discipline and one drink turned into many.
By the time I got a taxi and arrived back at the hotel it was 6.30
I did not have a second key for the room so I had to knock on the door and the welcome I received was frosty to say the least.
Once inside the room I was pulled over my wife’s lap and spanked hard with her plastic resin hairbrush.
When she felt my growing erection on her thigh she made me stand and go for a cold shower which she supervised and I was then back over her knee for a second round of blistering spanks. This time with a leather soled sandal which was almost like a dense wood landing on my bare cheeks.
The wall construction in
that part of the world is nothing more than single
hollow block with some plaster and since we could hear people next door making
holiday love I am sure that they would have heard my spanking.
I stayed close to my wife for the rest of the holiday and made sure she had everything she wanted.