Just a snap

She's not that interested obviously!

Would you spank me?

(hardly ever happens in my experience)

Wondering about who reads this blog

I was looking at my blogger stats the other day, wondering if my page views are growing and which sites are referring me.

I was surprised to see Spanking as Therapy still up there as one of the top search phrases attracting visitors. Reducing tension and stress through a spanking seems to be on a few people's minds. If I lived in Washington USA I might be tempted to visit Spankingforwellness

Studying the country location of my readers I saw that somebody (or bodies) from New Zealand are regular daily visitors.

If you read this post and come from NZ, maybe you could make a comment and say Hello. It would be good to have a spanking tale from so far away.


NZ archery looks like fun.











I have heard that New Zealand people are  more "English than the English" so I wondered if the English Vice is prevalent down there.

A bit of web surfing tells me that adult spanking is definitely a pastime on those South and North Island. There are Mistresses aplenty and an intriguing site called Spanking NZ - Spank your way around New Zealand. 


Further investigation brought up some  spanking accommodation and general playfulness at The Tawse Manor. This looks like a fun and friendly  place to stay on a NZ holiday trip. 

I found one blogger who is keen to say she is from NZ and writes aboout  Spanking  Saturday Spankings.

There was quite a lot about spanking in educational establishments or the home  (regrets about it being banned or supportive of its demise. So far as NZ stories about spanking I came across this one which might appeal to MM spankos but probably best not to link to it.

A spanking artist from NZ found on Spankingart  is Funbun on disciplinedomestique 

Anyway it was kind of interesting researching the place and I hope you enjoy the links.

Diary doodles

Monday morning breakfast was quite a cheerful affair and we both left the house for work. At home during dinner my wife chatted about her weekend away and although she must have left things out, I got quite an insight into her friends and  their relationships. When I casually mentioned the vibrator she had taken, S told me to stop fantasizing. There had been no female orgy she said.

 She had used it just the  once, on her own, when she had come upstairs in the late afternoon from the spa area and the other girls were either in a treatment room or in the pool. She had just had a very pleasant massage and decided to treat herself to a few leisurely orgasms. I asked her what she had thought about whilst she was on the bed and she told me to mind my own business.

In bed that night S asked for the vibrator to be fetched from the toy bag and under cover of the sheets she played happily, with her own thoughts. I was not invited to participate so I just lay there with my hand on my stiff cock but not moving. Afterwards as she rolled away to sleep she handed me back the vibrator and reminded me that she had not forgotten the business with the keys. I got out of bed, with a tent pole in my shorts and went off to soap the gel rabbit and put it back in the toy bag in the drawer. I got back into bed and fell asleep day fantasizing about being whipped in front of her friends at the Spa.

On Tuesday I worked from home and received a text at lunchtime. Wednesday. Take me to the pub to eat. 100+ DS on return. xxx

So that was decided then. I was to get 100 strokes of something in the manner of her choosing.

I have spent the rest of Tuesday and all of today with mixed feelings of dread and excitement.

More later.

Chilly waters

I heard the car draw up at around 10 pm on Sunday night. There was just the one friend with my wife and due to be picked up by her husband very soon. The others had been dropped  off on the way.

As I opened the door to greet them both, the other husband drove up and in less than a few minutes the friend had gone.

I picked up my wife's bag and followed her inside.

I enquired if she had had a nice time and she said yes, but she was tired from the trip and was going to bed. The big freeze had begun it seemed. I watched her going upstairs and said I was sorry about the car keys and couldn't we just chat for a while?

Maybe in bed, she replied, deal with my clothes and washing first.

I took the bag to the laundry room and sorted out her things into a pile for the laundry, a pile of knickers and bras for hand washing and the still clean stuff to go upstairs. I was surprised to see that she had packed her vibrator as I had thought they were sharing bedrooms. I left  that thought in my head for later.

By the time I brought up her bag and a cup of tea, S was towelling herself dry from the shower. 

Take off those shorts and your pants and kneel down and kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are for making us late on Friday.

I went back into the bedroom and stripped naked. Back in the bathroom I dropped on to the hard bathroom tiled floor and watched her naked body whilst she was rubbing her hair dry. Her creamy pink skin seemed to be glowing from the effects of the spa treatments. I looked up to admire the freshly trimmed V in her thighs and wondered if she had done that herself or had had help from a beautician.

I am deeply sorry for not leaving the car keys, Mistress and for making you late.

And why couldn't I reach you on the mobile?

Because I was having a drink in a bar Mistress.

And should you be drinking on a weekday?

No Mistress.

So what should happen to you?

I need to be punished severely, Mistress.

I agree but that will not happen tonight. It may not happen for a while in fact. You will just have to wait until I am ready.Now get your head on the floor and open your legs and stick your bottom in the air.

I did as I was told and stared at the floor my arms and elbows resting on the tiles and forehead down . Behind me there was a clinkety- clunk of something hitting the wall tiles in the shower. I was not sure what it was and what was going to happen but I soon found out.

With a mind blowing streak of pain in my groin I realised that S  had swung the end of her bath-brush between my legs and onto my balls. I tried to control myself but when she hit me again I struggled not to yell with pain. I knew I deserved this agony but it was tough not to cry.

The brush landed once more and that horrible muscle shrinking pain of bust balls engulfed my groin.

That was just a quickie, she said. Now get my pyjamas and get yourself ready for bed.. I will talk to you tomorrow. I see that you have been busy in the house so |I will inspect your work in detail. You had better  hope that I like what I see.

I fell asleep, comforting myself with a hand around my crotch and the thought of S in a hotel bed with a girlfriend and her vibrator.

What might happen next?

The "not having left the keys business" has been hanging over the weekend like a wet blanket. When my wife is away from home I usually get some chatty texts about what she is doing and I respond in a similar vein. Since Friday all I have had is two messages that were of " check in" nature. 



I had been looking forward to a spell on my own, particularly with the tennis finals on offer. I thought I would write a couple of stories for the blog bank, do my household jobs, drink a few beers and enjoy the flicker of tennis knickers in the ladies' singles and doubles. 








Instead I have focussed all my efforts on the garden and the house chores and tried to put to the back of my mind how angry S will be when she returns late on Sunday evening. She and her friends are at their annual spa weekend and she confirmed in advance with the hotel that they could check out late after watching the men's finals in one of their rooms.

Maybe watching some tennis hunks and having a giggle with the girls will leave her in a good mood.











I have been extra diligent in the garden and it looks great, if I say so myself. All the plants are blooming, the grass is cut, the edges are straight and everything is well watered.

In the house the laundry was done yesterday so the ironing has to be dome today. I hand washed her lingerie and put it in the drier so that I could fold it today and tidy up her knicker drawer. I am also going to deep clean the guest room and the bathrooms and then go and buy some flowers.

Whilst I work, I am imagining what my wife's temper might be when she gets home. We have only recently got back to a good sex life and an effective and pleasurable (for me) FLR. My worry is that she might take all that away for a while. That would be a punishment indeed. 

I am getting accustomed to having regular bottom warming and doing what I am told around the house. Since she is all too aware of my need to be the submissive in our relationship, she might just decide that my punishment is a withdrawal from this way of life.

Anyway, no good dwelling on the matter. It is 8 am and I have things to do.

Maintenance becomes punishment

Last evening's maintenance spanking has been postponed and switched into a punishment session I believe. I have messed up big time and I knew it the minute I turned onto the drive at home on Friday evening.

I was supposed to have come back at lunchtime and left our car and keys for my wife and then gone back to my shared consultancy  office on foot and bus. 

This was to allow my wife and 3 girlfriends the opportunity to pack the car and get on the road to their weekend away by 5 p.m., just a bit in advance of the usual Friday traffic. This I had done, but where were the car keys? 

You guessed correctly - in my trouser pocket and not on the hall table. And where had I been for the last hour whilst S was trying to phone my mobile? In  a cellar wine bar with no 3G signal. Why was I drinking on the way home from work? Because I thought my wife would have left and I had the whole evening stretched out in front of me, home alone.


I fact I was far from alone. Four evidently cross ladies were pacing up and down my house at 6.30 pm, cursing yours truly. My wife said nothing as she hurried her friends and their bags into the car, apologising to them all the while for my stupidity. They set off in a squeal of tyres.






Inside, I found the note my wife had written before she had  started looking for the keys. I was nice and cheerful and just mentioned the chores I had to do and how I could enjoy the tennis if I wanted. There was a cryptic comment about Friday's exercise being moved to Sunday. This would have been the maintenance spanking session which her absence that night would have  delayed.

I started the chores with a heavy heart. At about 8 p.m. I received a text message

" Stuck on motorway," it read, "You are in such trouble."

It is going to be a long weekend.

Instant obedience

That crazy moment when the shorts are down
The bottom bared and knees shaking with strain
Cane zipping in the background, half light with curtains drawn.
The Mistress heels click on the wooden floor and
Mr Rattan taps his quiet hello.

Happy 4th July

I hope my American readers have a good holiday and that you see some fireworks, outside or inside the home.

Random thoughts

The grey cloud in his mind was lifting slowly,
as the ceiling rope tightened and he stretched up on his toes.
Her darting movements behind gave  notice of
the crack of the whip and the flash of heat.
The kiss of the whip left a ladder of stripes
easily ascended, step by step, to his nirvana.

Back on the ground, the clamp of the humbler
and the slap of palm on ball left a squirming pain.
Crouched and unable to run from the consequences
the white fluffy clouds of his heaven grew darker,
Yet, still he craved the birch that  would deliver calm
in the azure blue open skies.
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Word of the day

A reader introduced me to the word Algolagnia 
- sexual pleasure derived from enduring or inflicting pain, as in masochism or sadism.

I had not come across this word before but now when I am getting my scrotum whipped with  leather thongs, I will be able to close my eyes and just keeping repeating "algolagnia, algolagnia, algolagnia" to myself each time a stroke lands.

 It is good to have a focus word to help reach the sub-zone that much quicker.