Relax this Sunday

If you are a UK Dad, maybe your wife will help you relax on Yoga Day.

Or you could just watch a movie

Two get back on the bike - Part 2

When I woke in the morning it was fine and fair day outside. I got dressed quickly to leave for the client´s office and my wife stayed in bed. Her friend had taken a day´s holiday so that they could shop together.

 After breakfast I returned to the room to say goodbye.

As I approached the bed my wife threw off the bedclothes to reveal herself naked and swung her legs over the bed side to sit up. She pulled me toward her and unzipped my pants.

 Taking out my rising prick  from my my pants she gave me about a minute of head sucking and then pushed me away. 





"There that will give you something to think about today."

I thanked her for her kind attentions and she went back under the covers.

"Your task today is to find something useful that I can beat you with tonight. So have a good day darling and go and earn some money. I will see you at 6 back here."

I set off with a happy heart. My wife had not mentioned spanking me for months and now my head was full of how and what to find, that would be suitable instrument.

At every turn as I walked from the hotel to the office district in Glasgow I searched for something, some shop that might sell a spanking implement, without success. I hit google on the phone and found two likely places down-town. One was a hardware shop and the other a gay guys sex toys shop.

The problem was that they were both at opposite ends of the city office area. Each was within walking distance but which would be the right choice?

The morning went quickly, spreadsheets, budgets and business suggestions. My client suggested a sandwich lunch at the desk and I said fine but I would like to take a walk. . I sent a quick text to my wife, expressing the hope that she was having a good day and suggesting that my client wanted a drink after a work and that I would be back at the hotel at 7 p.m. 

I received an almost instant response saying "OK but 6.30 latest". 

On my laptop I investigated the hardware store in a bit more detail. To my  surprise I saw that it was one of the old school shops that sold everything for the home and house so I figured my chances of finding an implement there would be good and it was closer than the gay sex shop. 

I walked the three blocks quickly and sped around the inside of the large store. I clocked a wooden spoon rack which might have been an option and then a garden goods zone . They had what I wanted - a large reel of 1/2"  garden irrigation tube.

I have written about this tube before. It is a hard polyethylene and even when it has a curve in it it can be bent into a fresh shape. I asked the assistant if they would cut me a short length to fix a problem I had at home and he didn't give it a second thought. A few minutes later I was the pleased and proud owner of a meter length of spanking rod. Part of me was pleased and the other part a bit worried because I knew, from trying it out on myself in a self -spanking in the shed at home, that it could hurt like hell. 

Faced with the problem of how to get the tube into the clients office, and then back to the hotel, I went into a gift type shop and bought an umbrella. I chose a ladies one so I could ask for it to be wrapped and I slid in the tube, saying that it was a nuisance carrying the two items. No comment was made. I doubted that the shop assistant would equate a plastic tube with a caning implement.

So inside 40 minutes I was back in the office. I explained to the reception girl that I had bought something for my wife and she smiled a positively when I asked if she would keep it behind the desk whilst I was working.

At the end of the afternoon we had finished what needed to be done and I agreed to write up the report and get it back to the client as soon as possible. They didn't want a drink after work after all, so I had an hour plus some walking time to myself before I needed to be back at the hotel.

I had spotted a large bar close by with a wi-fi sign whilst walking at lunchtime so after retrieving my "gift" from the girl at reception I headed off for a quite drink and some private internet time.

After some browsing and image downloading I set off for the hotel. I was knocking on the hotel bedroom door with a few minutes to spare at 6.25. 

 I wondered what might await me.

Two get back on the bike - Part 1

So, to re-commence at the recent  return to some semblance of  sex  and discipline in our lives  here is what took place.
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We had gone together to Glasgow so that I could complete a work project and we were due to stay two nights in a good hotel. My wife came with me, even though I was going to be out all day, because she had a college friend in that area and she had heard quite a lot about the shops and the Pollock gallery in Glasgow.

We drove up there,getting away very early in the morning, and enjoyed the scenery and company along the way. It felt almost like a holiday. That first night I was due to meet the client for dinner and my wife  made arrangements with her friend for supper.

When I got back to the hotel room at around 10.30 pm it looked as if my wife was asleep. The room was dark so I left it like that and got undressed and washed by the light of my cell phone. I found my pyjama shorts on my side of the bed, kindly left out by my wife, and wriggled into them . Once I was under the covers (it was cold even though it was May) I lay still and tried not to disturb my wife anymore than I had already done. No words had been spoken since I came in so I half-wondered if she was mad at me.

In the silence that ensued I thought of  one of the many spanking secnes that are in a library in my head, to be recalled at will, and made an effort to fall asleep. Then, after a few minutes of stillness,  my wifes arm slid out of the bed covers and á hand came under my head. With push and a pull she made it clear the direction she wanted me to go in. I was surprised but pleased. I even stiffened a little.

When  I had twisted myself around 180 degrees under the sheet  and blanket she applied more pressure on the back of my head in a downward direction, until my mouth and chin rested on the hard mound  at the V of her legs. She was wearing panties but they were thin so there was no need to try and remove them.

I began licking and rubbing and in less than 30 seconds the muscles in her thighs were tightening and then relaxing so I knew I was in the right place. In less than two minutes or so she wiggled with an orgasm and I rested. I waited awhile takig deep breaths under the covers and started again. The next few orgasms came quickly. Her knickers were damp with my saliva and it was easy for my tongue to roll one edge of the elastic to one side so that I could tickle and stroke her soft lips with my tongue. I had another three goes at cunning her before she finally pushed my head away with her hand.

I moved back to the top of the bed and lay still by her side. We still had not spoken  but she had made long moans and groans of satisfaction. As I lay on my back she rolled over away from me to fall asleep and when I started to rub nyself I heard her speak softly.

`Leave it alone.`

Things have suddenly got better

After a long period of just trundling along, our relationship has suddenly taken a turn. We are having sex regularly and spanking is back on the menu. Don´t ask me what happened. 

It is as though our stars suddenly collided and our passions were relit.




I have been down her every two nights or so for the last two weeks. She has been parading herself in lingerie and in the nude at every opprtunity. 

Significantly, my wife has pulled out a few instruments from the blanket chjest and laid them on the bed on three different nights. I have had two maintenance spankings and one hard caning. I have aslo had a wooden spoon spanking in the kitchen.

I will write more  but for the moment, rejoice, rejoice

Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.

Sunday Spanklet - An encounter in London

Anthony moved slowly down the aisle of the Janus bookshop, casting a quick glance at the racks of magazine fronts to see if there was anything new. His eyes registered the image on the front cover of every magazine and his mind computed them as  seen, think I've seen, maybe not seen. When he got to the end of the first rack he turned around to look at the display on the stand in the center of the room. Only a couple of other men were there furtively perusing the inside of publications but giving the impression they were in a public library.

Anthony was 26 and had moved to London only six months ago. He managed to get to the Soho area at least once a week; it was becoming an addiction. He had found Janus magazines in a small shop in his home town quite by chance when he was just about to leave for college. Until then he had thought he was the only boy in the world who thought of smacking girls bottoms. To discover that his interest was a shared one  and was written written about had come as a revelation and he relished the knicker clad spankings in the grainy black and white photographs..

As he neared the end of the row of magazines he found himself approaching a tall gentleman in a smart city suit who was flicking through one of the imported publications. Anthony noticed that the man brought something from his pocket and laid it down on the top of the table. The man moved away as Anthony moved sideways. On top of the next magazine was a small white business card. No company name, just an address and a phone number. Anthony picked up the card and looked across at the man who was saying something the shop assistant. He watched the man leave and looked down again at the card. It was obviously meant for him and he placed it carefully in his jacket pocket. Turning to enter the next aisle Anthony spotted a copy of Sting that he had not seen before and took it the counter. He pulled a copy of Janus from his briefcase and offered it as part exchange. Neither he nor the assistant spoke until after the new purchase was in its brown paper bag and the £5.00 was asked for.

Anthony stopped for a pint in a pub about 100 yards down the road. He sat in the corner and surreptitiously eyed the pages of the magazine under the edge of the table. He pulled the visiting card from his pocket and turned it over. It was clear  he was invited to make contact with the stranger. The address was of a road off Charlotte Street. Quite close by really. It would not take the man long to get home. Anthony lit a cigarette, smoked it and then bought another drink. An hour had passed since he was in the shop. He put his glass down on the table and picked up his briefcase The payphone was in the corridor leading to the lavatories and he inserted the coins whilst looking at the card, cradling the handset  in his neck. The conversation with Edward Richards was brief.

Two hours later it was getting dark as Anthony stepped out of the door of the townhouse and walked down the well worn stone steps onto the pavement. He turned to look up at the window and saw the curtain flick to one side. With a deep heat sensation  in his bottom and a lightness of spirit in his mind, Anthony gave a cheery wave and set off down the road to the tube station.

He would be back. Mrs Richards was a demon with a cane.

In out, in out and shake it all about

Have the Google people led us on a merry dance ?

I spent ages trying to move to Wordpress, only to find that they didn't like my material and turned me down for a blog.

So then  I researched other blogging platforms and was about to try and move again, only to read now that Google are not restricting us and they just want us to be Adult, which of course we are as spankos.
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OK so now I will stay put on Blogger, but at least I was incentivised to use Google Takeout and obtain a back-up file of my blogs and I will keep this back-up, up-to-date.

I did enjoy discovering some blog platforms and I found one that looks good for budding authors, without images etc. So I will give that a try and let you know if there  is anything worth reading.

I will also post all my Disciplined Behaviour  images and photos to Tumblr and get them stored out of the way, until such time  as they invent restrictions. I will let you know the Tumblr site if you just want spanking pictures.

So let us see what happens on March 23 when Google had told us to clean up our act.If I am still here on the 24th then so much the better.

Honestly what a lot of work. Those blogger teccie guys deserve a good spanking.

Return of the cane

For lots of reasons, which I don’t intend to bore you with, we have not had a spanking or indeed asexual relationship for quite a few months, so there has not been much incentive to blog. Gradually though things are getting straight.

To go back a while and after a sexual drought, I experimented with a quick session of cunnilingus on the Saturday between Christmas and New Year night, once my wife had had a drink or two. That went down well and she was tipsy enough to allow a bit of face sitting. In fact she encouraged it by lying on her side and allowing me to place my face in her bottom and to bury my tongue deep inside her.  I finished off with some conventional clit tongue action by turning her over. She came twice and fell asleep in a trice.

The next morning it was smiles all round and the Christmas holiday season ended on a high with three sexual encounters instead of the more usual zero. I placed 4 notch marks on a Post it note which I fastened to the headboard. She laughed when I explained what they were and whilst she would not allow it to stay there, she did suggest that I might fasten it inside the wardrobe door. She said I could add another Post it to signify punishments merited as and when they are administered in 2015, using a small drawing of a cane. It might be fun to add up the sex ticks and cane marks at the end of the year if I could remember to do the job properly. I told her that I had thought of counting her cunnilingus orgasms, but that we would run out of space. Once she gets going my wife can reach multiples without any effort, except on my part.

In the week after New Year I was taken by surprise when I got home from a contract job. We were headed out to a drinks party and my wife called me upstairs. She was in her robe with her face pack on and the leather spanking strap and the long cane were laying on the bed..

Smiling at me she said that she had ten minutes to wait whilst the face pack did its work and she would use the time to remind me to be on my best behaviour that night.  I was sent off to shower and come back naked. My erection wasn’t one of my strongest when I walked back into the room but at least it was trying. She was seated on the dressing table stool and wagged her finger for me to come over to stand in front of her. With her right hand she grasped my cock and said it didn’t look very pleased to see her. I said it was, but my small friend  was tired and in its “late fifties”. If it was a car, it would have been scrapped long ago.

Bending forward she pulled me towards her and took my flimsy tool into her mouth and began scratching at my balls with her finger tips. I stood there with a silly grin on my face looking down and stroking the top of her head which had a hair band on to keep it away from her creamed face. She took a full amount of cock and swivelled her tongue on the glands inside her soft mouth until I got a decent erection..

When she lifted her head she invited me over her lap for what she called a nice spanking, before the more serious.stuff. I went between her legs so she could grip me with one leg over mine and I rested my weight on my hands on the floor. She spanked away for many minutes and I was groaning with the pleasure of her hot hand smacking my butt.

I was a deep shade of pink when she got me to stand at the end of the bed, bend over with my legs together and then started to strap me hard. My wife knows that I like the leather strap but she finds it hard to control unless I am lying prostrate on the bed and she can swish it down overarm.. I wasn’t really suffering with this spanking so she stopped and reached for the cane.

Standing well back to one side I could see her raise the rod high and then heard the whistling stroke before it landed. That was strikingly sore  and I enjoyed absorbing the pain whilst maintaining my position. I pushed down with my arms and hands on the bed and went up on to my toes, forcing my bottom higher and inviting some extra hard strokes. She did not disappoint and the caning was on the severe side of strong. I was breathing hard when it stopped.

So you can get dressed now and be well behaved tonight, were her last words on the subject. On my own, putting the instruments back in the blanked box I stole into the guest bedroom and admired the marks on my bottom in the long wardrobe mirror. I remember that I was very attentive to her that night.

Not much has gone on since then, until the weekend before last. We were at a dinner party, an infrequent happening these days as people don’t want to spend the time cooking, and the conversation inevitably went to “that Shades of film”, which was opening in the UK that very night.

My wife gave me the hard stare that said, don’t join in. so I listened to the others talking about S & M. I would quite happily have gone over the lap of a particular one of the guests, aged 30+ and in a short dress, but I could hardly say this.

 I tried to work out which of the people around the table might be into spanking, just as they were probably doing the same. My wife surprised all of us by commenting that she thought everything should be tried once in the bedroom. The room fell silent, they were obviously waiting for more but she just smiled and turned the conversation on to some political topic.

When the course was eaten and the women went off carrying dishes into the kitchen, I figured she might be quizzed some more by the others, but I never heard anything about that of course. Girl talk remains girl talk, so far as my wife is concerned.

Back home she went upstairs whilst I closed the house up and took a last glass of wine. She came back with the riding crop in her hand.

“You were such a good boy tonight, not a fault or an argumentative comment,” she said. “So a good boy deserves a treat. Strip to your pants and get over the table. Right over.”

I hurried to comply and dropped my clothes hastily on a chair. She stroked my legs and bottom leisurely with the tab of the crop and then started the spanking. I say spanking because it was not a whipping, just a very erotic taster session which had me humping and pushing my bottom out for more. She teased me about telling her friends that I loved her whip, which I was sure that she had not done.

When I was glowing and still aching for more my wife stopped and took me to the sofa in the sitting room. Making me kneel in front she lifted off her dress  to reveal a bra and naked waist and stockings. Wow indeed. She pulled me into her neatly trimmed vulva.

“I was commando all evening and you never even noticed did you?” She put one foot on the sofa to widen the gap in her thighs and I went to work with enthusiasm. She casually whipped my back to generate some more vigorous action on my part. Whilst the position had loads of eroticism she never really gets off in the vertical so she pushed me away and dropped down to the carpet to join me. I lay on top and started again and within only a few seconds she gurgled with pleasure and came. I stayed on the job and tickled her lips with my tongue until the buzz came back and she tensed up her thighs and came. I repeated this action six or seven times more until she pushed me away, saying enough.

I helped her up on to her feet and onto the sofa, covering her with a throw. She started to recount a story about a young tennis girl in white crisp knickers, being caned by her coach and told me to wank in front of her.

When I had come into the palm of one hand and she told me to clean myself with kitchen tissue I got her a camomile tea and  we started to watch an old film on the TV, but she soon fell asleep, so I went and got a duvet to place on her and a pillow for head. I left her there to sleep and because I was suddenly wide awake, I did some web browsing of spanking sites and started to write this blog..

My wife was still on the sofa, all curled up the next morning. With a fresh cup of tea in her hand she asked if I had had a nice evening?

I said “It was delightful thank you.”

“We didn’t get round to caning you though?”  I agreed.

 “So get the cane and I will thrash you before I have a shower. I am sure you deserve it for taking advantage of me last night.”

I did as I was told, of course, and spent the whole of Sunday ( or should that be subday) doing chores with a very hot bottom.

We may be back in the groove. Who knows? I will keep you informed.

October weekend

Last weekend was one of mixed weather, a dreadful night out at the theatre and some mild discipline to remind me how to conduct myself..

I placed the remaining bulbs in the garden and re-potted some dying shrubs, so that was all positive and earned me some points. I then turned my attention to jobs inside the house.

On the way upstairs I dropped the contents of a paint pot sample on the kitchen floor. Fortunately it contained water soluble wall paint, but even so it took a lot of mopping and scrubbing out of the hardwood floor, so that as all negative comment from my wife.

 I went off to the shop to get another sample pot. In the end my wife decided she did not like the colour. Hey ho.

That evening we saw a play at the local theatre which generally has some good stuff on, but this particular drama was appalling with  bad acting, bad lighting and inaudible voices. I grumbled halfway through the first act and my wife told me to stop it. At the intermission I suggested we leave but the friends we were with wanted to stay. When they had gone off to the bar my wife turned on me and told me to behave. She herself thought it was rubbish but we had to stay. 

"I'll deal with you later, she said, in a lighthearted but stern sort of way, "so you had better stop carrying on like this."

So I kept quiet and we went off for supper after the show. When we reached our car my wife told me to open the door for her. As I turned to let her in she swung an open palm hard up and under my crotch. I yelped as the pain flooded my testicles and shot up into my head.

"When we get to the restaurant I want you to say how much you enjoyed the show and be good company. Understood ?" 

She smacked me again, hard, between my legs.

"Yes ma'am." I muttered between gritted teeth.

The late supper was a better success and we drove home in a good mood.

Once upstairs I was expecting something to happen but my wife got into bed without any indication that I should expect either sex or a spanking. 

We both went to sleep and the next day she went off shopping with a friend whilst I did paperwork. When she returned she showed me her purchases and then retired to the bathroom for an hour long soak.

I was downstairs preparing a supper when she called down to me from the landing. As I climbed the stairs I could see she was in her robe and holding the long cane in her hand. I felt that drop in my stomach as the sense of dread and anticipation flooded through me.

"Go and shower and then you can meet my cane and learn a lesson in good behaviour."







She had me touch my toes, legs together, and gave me twelve no-nonsense strokes with the cane on my bare bottom. Between strokes she made me apologise for being silly at the theatre.

I felt quite sorry for myself as she landed the final stroke with a flourish that caught my right flank  when the end of the cane whipped around my bottom.

"Stay bent over. "

She came around in front of me and tapped my calves with the end of teh cane. I thought I Knew what was coming.

"Stand up."

"Now cover your balls and spread your feet apart."

She caned me three times across the top of each thigh and I jumped in agony.

"Get on the bed."

I pulled back teh cover and enjoyed the sensation of cool sheets on my hot bottom.

My wife climbed on top of my face and ground her pussy on my lips and nose. Whilst I licked with a passion she slapped my balls to and fro and dug her finger nails into my scrotum. As she started to come she rolled off to one side and pulled my head down into position between her legs.

"Don't you dare stop until I say so."

 She rolled and rocked her hips, clamping and unclamping her thighs around my head and I licked every part of her from her ring to her clitoris.

After maybe 4 orgasms she told me to wank whilst I knelt there. Unfortunately I couldn't rise to the occasion so she tried to encourage me with a quick story and spanks on my bottom. That still didn't work so she gave up and told me to take a pill next time she spanked me.

As she fell asleep I started  to harden thinking about what had just taken place but it was too late to come now, the moment had passed and i thought she might waken if I jerked off.

Shopping return

I took the skirt back to the department store this morning. 

"And don't go buying any underwear !" my wife said as I left the house early. "I have plenty."

At the Returns counter I queued with a line of women and eventually got to the counter.
The assistant helpfully told me that I could only get a credit note on the item as the 28 days had passed.

I thanked her for this helpful information and said I already knew that, but did not mention that so did my bottom.  I had the welts to show that I was now fully conversant with their Returns policy.

I took the credit note and walked through  the lingerie and sleepwear part of the  store on my way out of the store. 

I noticed some tartan pyjamas on a mannequin and recalled the difficulties which a certain member of the UK political establishment had gotten himself into by sharing a picture of his member sticking out of a pair of tartan pyjamas. Oh how we laughed.

Personally I think tartan pj's look best on a woman. I made a mental note to buy some  for my wife for Christmas, which regrettably does not seem all that far away now. 

I thought about using the credit note in my hand to buy them there and then but realised this would not be a smart idea since it was not my money after all. 

Foolishness

I was in a spot of bother yesterday. My wife discovered that I had not returned an item of clothing to a department store as she had requested. She discovered it in a bag in the boot of our car. As a consequence she can no longer receive cash for the return, because we are over 28 days, and has to accept a credit note. The finance side is not so much the problem, as the fact that I did not do as she asked.

Retribution was fairly swift. She called me into the bedroom, told me to drop my trousers and then she vigorously yanked down my pants. Using the bath-brush she delivered thirty hard swats to my rear and made each one count with its severity of swing. I was begging her to stop after about fifteen or so and was howling audibly at the end. A bathbrush spanking on a cold bottom with little or no sexual side to the business is a serious punishment. She told me to stay where I was whilst she fetched the cane.

As she beat me slowly and carefully she scolded me to get my act together and be more responsible in future and as she put it, to do as I was damn well told.

She stopped caning me at 24 strokes. The marks are still on my bottom this morning.

Hey ho.