For our tomorrow

They gave their today

Welcome Lurkers

Bonnie, over at My Bottom Smarts, has for some years been co-ordinating a “Love our Lurkers” day and today is the sixth anniversary day of that event.

Blog writers know that there have many readers who just cruise by silently and leave no evidence that they have viewed the site. A few people might comment but most do not. These passers-by are the Lurkers.

So today we ask you, the silent majority, to leave a comment below, anonymously if you wish, but better to leave your name.

What to say when you comment?– Well, that’s up to you so long as it is fairly agreeable. You might say if you are keen on FLR or F/M relationships and why, or if you like/dislike this spanking blog.

You have nothing to lose, so go ahead.

Thanks

Michael M

Deviation from the subject

Just occasionally I may go away from the main thrust of this blog and head into M/F or F/F arenas.

Sometimes you can come across an image which is just so perfect in it's composition, that  it portrays all there is to say and more on the subject of spanking.

I came across it whilst cruising the blogosphere and encountering   Through Arianna's Looking Glass.  Her blog is more than peachy.

Back to FLR in the next post I can assure you

Musings - OBB - Bullet bras and other stuff

We enjoyed a great weekend away but it may take a day or so for me to write it up.

In the meantime can I point out that the people over at  OUR BOTTOMS BURN have just completed a great redesign of their blog and it has some fascinating new viewing gadgets. Take a look.

Talking of OBB I know they are a big fans of bullet bras and corsets and in the great film The Help, which was recently released in the UK, the bullet bra plays a prominent part of the wardrobe.

I would certainly relish a spanking from Ms Emma Stone, the leading actress in said film.

Aficionados of this style of underwear, who are thinking of Christmas presents, might want to take a look at a UK shopping site  WHAT KATIE DID. 

Nothing could be better than a "good seeing to"  from a suitably attired woman.

Sunday spanklet - Accidental damage

Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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Alex was new to the world of work. A friend of his mum’s, a landscape gardener, had taken Alex on as a fourth pair of hands. Not exactly what he might have hoped for after 3 years of college.

That morning he had been dropped off at the small family hotel, along with the large ride on mower and grass strimmer off the trailer. His boss had told him that he would go to another job and be back in 4 hours, so Alex was under pressure as the grounds were quite extensive. He didn’t stop for a break but got a little careless when he was trying to light a cigarette. As he was mnoevering the  mower at the end of a run near the car park he clipped a BMW with the heavy front wheel frame. Unfortunately for him the lady owner was returning to the car and saw the whole thing.

She ran towards him and went ballistic at the large scrape on her beautiful car. Alex stopped the mower and stood there as she shouted at him. He gave her his name and the name of the business and she drove off saying she would call his boss about the repair costs.

When he explained all this to Tony later on he got another telling off and Tony said Alex would have to pay, as he wasn’t going to put a claim on his insurance and when the lady rang he would tell her that Alex would go round to sort things out.

The next afternoon after work Alex walked despondently up the drive to the large house. When the woman came to the door he explained that he had no money to pay for the repair. She had figured as much. Alex was invited into the hall and given another telling off about his carelessness and he was told that since he was such strong young man he would have to work weekend jobs for her, for nothing, until the repair was paid off. Alex nodded agreement. 

There was one more thing the woman went on, he would be punished for what he had done and punished severely. She pointed at the door to a study.....

Don't be too helpful

Last night proved to be more interesting than I had anticipated and it might have gone very badly indeed.

I had a snack then got changed and set about the pile of ironing. Half an hour into it, the door bell rang. I thought my wife must be back home and didn’t have her key with her. My problem was I was naked except for a pair of silky knickers and a T shirt and I thought she might not be best pleased at my presumption. I ran upstairs and pulled on a pair of jeans and the doorbell rang two or three times more. Trying to look calm I opened the front door but it wasn’t my wife on the porch, it was our next door neighbour, Claire. Thank God I didn’t chance it with my clothes, I thought.

After our greetings Claire told me that her car wouldn’t start again and she had to collect Nick from the station. Could I come and do something, she asked?

I said yes and went back inside to turn off the iron and put on some shoes. As I left the house I thought I had better tell my wife where I was so I sent a quick text and drove my car round to Claire’s. I figured I could jump-start the car. 

To be honest I was a bit peeved that Nick had not bought a new battery after the last time I had helped out. I did tell Claire but obviously nothing had been done. I had my head under the bonnet when I heard the sound of a car pull into my own drive. With the wires fixed it didn’t take long to get the other car started and I tidied everything away and accepted Claire’s profuse thanks. A few minutes later I was home.

My wife was standing in the hall with a bit of a sour face.

“So where were you?”, she asked.

“Next door,  Claire couldn’t start her car.”

“Ooh , next door with Claire were you, how cosy is that when I am out working?”

I knew where she was headed with this so I reminded her that the last time I helped with the car it was because she had suggested I do so.

“And anyway,” I pointed out, “I sent you a text saying what I was doing.”

Grumpily I walked past my wife and headed for the kitchen, intending to get on with the ironing. I had a feeling that the events of the last thirty minutes might  just have spoiled the whole weekend I was looking forward to.

“Come back here at once!” The tone of her voice stopped me in my tracks.

As I turned back to face her she was pointing at the floor.

“Get on your knees.”

A rush of submission at her instruction came over me and I did as I was told.

She took her phone out of her handbag and spent a moment looking at it.

“OK there is a text here so I accept your explanation. But you have no business helping other women without my permission and you certainly should not be talking to me like that.”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” I looked down at the floor.

“You had better finish the ironing. Go on and I’ll get changed into my pyjamas and you can pour me a drink.”

“Yes ma’am. “ I said, with some relief that the air was now clear.

Later on when we were in bed, we cuddled up and she whispered that she would sort me out for seeing other women, probably with a good thrashing this weekend. I stiffened immediately  and closed my eyes thinking about what might happen.

All’s well that end well.

Something for the weekend

I was on my own last night, so no Wednesday maintenance. On the other hand we are going away for a long weekend in a country cottage and I had a message to say that I should pack something useful. We have been to this place before and there are one or two pieces of adaptable furniture.

I harbour a desire to go to one of those BDSM rental cottages that are dotted around the UK but I am not brave enough to suggest it as I don’t think she would like all the heavy stuff.

Anyway, my wife should get home late tonight I will get on with some chores  and dream about what might happen this weekend.


I might treat myself to doing the chores in just a pair of knickers. They make me feel more like I am in service.

Alas and alack

I may need to add another event to the punishment book, after the suggestion by a female HOH that I should report to my wife the fact that I had been following a plaid mini-skirted woman around the supermarket.

I had a spare afternoon today and took the opportunity to go for a swim at our fitness club. After I was maybe 10 lengths into my routine, this stunner of a blonde female appeared pool side, wearing a dark blue bikini. The bottom half of the bikini resembled the nicest kind of gym knickers, slightly large but not too big.

A bit like those netball pants of many years ago.

When she got into the water I made a gradual sideways change of lanes until I ended up swimming behind her. Thank you Zutto, for inventing those clear view swim goggles.

As she and I both swam breaststroke (great word) I paced myself for another 10 lengths to avoid overtaking her, so that I could enjoy the view of those opening and closing thighs and that delicious blue clad bottom flexing with the movement.

Now that I am back home, I know that I should add this voyeurism to the Punishment Book, but to be honest I am worried that my wife might curtail my visits to the Health Club if I do. 

Just an update

There has not been much in the way of CP and spanking over the weekend and last night. I don’t think that my wife saw the need for it. This might not be strictly true because, as a female HOH has pointed out in a comment, I should not have been trailing around after women in short plaid skirts.  I have therefore added a confessional note in the Punishment Book which I will have to explain to my wife, the next time it is studied by her.

A lot of chores got done by me when I was on my own on Sunday and this was commented on positively when she returned home. 

I cleaned and polished all her shoes and boots and tidied up the backs of the heels, where they get scuffed when she is driving. Because these are all back in the cupboard this job went unnoticed. It is good to just do something because you know it should be done, not because there might be a reward.

Sunday Spanklet - Halloween party

Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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The blonde woman in the witch's dress was looking at me intently. The Halloween party organised by a neighbour was going well, although I felt a bit foolish in my red cloak and horns. I had heard that she was divorced now, after her husband had gone off with a nurse from the hospital where he worked. In her mid- forties  she was deeply attractive and obviously kept herself in shape. I smiled and wandered over towards her and she smiled back as I approached.

“Hello you old devil.”

“Hello you. You have to be the most attractive witch in the coven.”

“Ah flattery, such a mischievous manner you have Satan. Tell me are you still into spanking?”

I grimaced at the memory. At a New Years Eve party I gave, for friends and neighbours, I had to allow ladies to use the upstairs toilet whilst the men went downstairs. This woman had proved to be no lady, because once upstairs she had chosen to snoop amongst his bachelor bedrooms. 

Amongst the books in his spare room study she had found his special interest magazines, under a pile of National Geographics.

When the New Year had been seen in and the guests were leaving she had kissed him goodbye on the cheek and whispered how much she enjoyed looking around his study and reading material.

“Such a naughty boy,” she had said as she passed one hand behind him and patted his bottom. He had blushed and said goodbye to her and her then husband.

“So I think Witches trump the Devil tonight, don’t you?”

In an instant I was back at the Halloween party.

“Dressed like you Lucy, I think you trump everyone here tonight.” I responded with a gallant bow from the waist.

“In that case, you can invite me round to your place for a coffee at midnight and we’ll see if I can make your bottom as red as your cape shall we?”

I had no option it seemed. My fantasies had caught up with me.

“Yes ma’am, the Devil is at your service.”