Beach day

My wife suggested that we took the day off yesterday since the UK is having a bit of a sunny summer, which does not happen that often.

I grumbled that I had fair bit of work to do and couldn't afford the time.

She corrected herself and said it was no longer a suggestion, it was an instruction.

So off we went and had a good time.  We changed into and back out of swimwear  on the beach using the old fashioned towel method. I gallantly held up an extra towel for my wife when she got into difficulty.   We had taken a picnic so there was no need to depend on any bar or cafe.

The inside of the car was warm and sleepy making on the drive home. My wife lowered the back of the car seat to an angle and closed her eyes. I watched as she pulled up her skirt a short distance and revealed the V in her white cotton (practical) panties. When she started to rub herself I placed one hand on her bare thigh and stroked her soft skin. Without opening her eyes she took hold of my hand and lifted it off.

You just do the driving she said. I can manage fine on my own.


When we got home she took the long, large wooden spoon out of the utensil jar and pointed to the kitchen worktop. I dropped my trousers but not my pants and bent forward.
 She spanked me long and hard, across both my bottom and the backs of my legs. I was soon hopping from one foot to the other  with the stinging pain.

This is for taking your eyes off the road and for your backchat this morning. The next time I say jump, she said in the middle of the spanking, you just ask how high.

Yes Ma'am.

The road I chose

If I hadn't chosen the road less traveled all those years ago I would not have met my wife and I would not have been on all fours last night  on the carpet last night, kissing her feet whilst she whipped my bottom with the long leather tab of a riding crop.

I would not have my face buried between her bottom cheeks with my tongue searching every sweet place, if I had not turned one way instead of the other.

Choosing the right path is either luck or divine intervention  I guess,
but then again what might have happened on that other route in life.

Happy 4 July and thank you USA.

Choice of roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Robert Frost

Sunday spanklet - speedy spanking

The maintenance spanking yesterday afternoon was an entirely clinical affair. When we discussed our plans over breakfast mine were mainly to do with chores and DIY jobs and my wife's centred mainly around shopping.



It was she who said that I needed some encouragement on my rear end and that she would find time to  give me a spanking later on.








 My wife hardly ever uses the word spanking, preferring thrashing or caning as a term of punishment, and the soft word "spanking" sent a shiver of excitement through my head.


The day was gloriously sunny so I did outside jobs like tidying the yard and painting some window frames that had begun to peel from the sunlight.

When she got home from the city my wife asked me on to the terrace and she produced the bath brush from behind her back. 

Are you hot my darling? she asked. You look hot.

Yes I am very hot ma,am,.

Well, get the hose pip and strip off and I 'll soak you and then we will take you 

and this nice toy inside.

She waved the bath brush at me.

I needed no second instructio and whilst  she unwound the hose from its reel I stripped bare.

The water was ice cold but then she soon made my bottom hot..




She put me over her knee and then over the back of the chair for a speedy non stop bath brush spanking which stung like a thousand bees.

New balls please.

The football is OK but I am not really that interested in sitting around watching it on TV.










Tennis is another matter altogether. All those skirts and white pants or blue ones maybe.

Can't wait for next week on the lawn tennis courts.

Fit for Friday - week 2

I have been trying hard at Fitness this last week.





3 circuits at the gym and one long walk of 4 km.










I am about 4 lbs lighter. I had to buy some electric scales to get the sensitivity of what appears to be only small weight losses.

I am eating less so that's a good thing. The drink is another matter but hey, one thing at a time.

Anyway, I am  feeling better about myself so I had better keep it up.

Wednesday worship

I wonder  what the oil can is all about?

Health and efficiency in self-pleasure

It seems a long time ago now but I remember when this magazine was one of the very few sources of nudity for young boys who had  over excitable cocks which needed a lot of stroking.

The pictures inside eventually came in colour and looked a lot like this but with airbrushed
foo foos,which were much less trimmed in those days. 

For some weird reason magazines could not show pubic hair?



Then came  the newer men's magazines and women like this were included nude to double the excitement levels of teenage boys.






 Somewhat fantastically, the internet came along and jolly girls like this started to appear at the click of a mouse.




Spanking magazines have undergone a similar journey.

I would have considered myself  lucky if I found something like this to wank over at age eighteen.



Colour photos, rulers, canes and green or blue schoolgirl knickers followed around 1976





If you lived in London you might find a newsagent with the occasional USA magazine.



Once the internet got started there was a surplus of spanking images.






Somehow it's a lot more difficult lying on your bed trying to hold a laptop in your left hand and your cock in your right. It was a lot easier holding a magazine. I even learned how to flick to the next page  with the little finger of my left hand.





Have a good Tuesday whatever you do.

Sunday Spanklet - Shower tales

I was taking a shower in the men's room after a longish session in the gym. I was facing the wall and soaping and did not hear the guy behind me approach and start up the shower next to me.

Nice marks, he commented when I turned my head to look across . His hand reached across and lightly tapped the side of my bottom, I blushed. I had forgotten my visit to the disciplinarian earlier in the week.

Professional, he asked, or a girlfriend?

Professional, I replied, not knowing how to stop this conversation. I wasn't used to talking to men in the shower. This man was tall and would have been in his early fifties and still had a strong muscular body.. I caught a glimpse of his cock and he was fairly well endowed.

He carried on looking at my bottom and  told me that he had guessed as much from the nicely spaced out lines across my cheeks.

How much did you pay? he enquired like he was asking the price of a haircut.

I instinctively responded, as if he held some sort of authority over me..

A hundred and twenty.


I turned off the water and with a nod of my head at him I made my way back into the changing room, trying to hide a growing erection,  just a little bit excited and proud of my my marks.

I was in my pants and negotiating the buttons on my shirt when the man reappeared. He opened his locker and started to dry himself. When I was dressed and ready to leave I turned to say goodbye in a friendly fashion. He passed me a business card which he must have had gotten ready for this moment.

Give me a call sometime if you don't want to pay for it, he said in a cheery fashion. That's my number.. I'd be happy to oblige.

I took the card and found myself blushing again.

A few days later I came across the card in my wallet. I turned it over and over and then rang the number.

After an awkward introduction, in which I said I was the guy from the gym and he said he was glad I called and  he asked me round to his house. That was how I ended up standing next to a chair in his sitting room, bare from the waist down with my hands on my head, whilst he was upstairs fetching a cane.

He had just given me the spanking of my life with his large firm hand whilst I was over his knee and I was glowing and fully erect with excitement and fear.

I heard a door open and close and thought it must be him returning, so I was startled when I  heard a female voice behind me .

So what have we here. another of Dad's friends? Ah well, boys will be boys I suppose.

I squirmed with embarassment and dropped my hands to cover myself.

I'll just get my jacket which I left here the other  night. Nice butt by the way. Which way do you play?

Straight, I said, ....mostly.

Ooh. Even better. I look forward to seeing you again.

As the woman turned to leave the room her father came in swishing a long cane. He looked surprised and more than a little annoyed to see his daughter, when he had a half naked younger man in his sitting room.

Ouch. That's the sore one, she said. You will remember this caning I bet.  I must have been nineteen  I think when I last got six with that cane for smoking dope.

She slapped my bottom when she skipped out of the room.

Have fun, boys. Don't be too hard on him Dad. I really do like that butt.

Fit for Friday - my week 1

When I enquired about FFF at Fondlers Anonymous  Fondles  kindly said I might join the Fit For Friday gang if I wished.

I have just started a campaign of weight loss and fitness so here goes with my week 1 report.

I signed up for a circuit refresher at the gym and they gave me a new routine.

I have not been there for a long time.

One full circuit is now 30 minutes on 8 pieces of equipment.  This has to be done 3 times a week 

So far I have done two days of circuits.

I am eating less but there is a long way to go.

I probably need some encouragement. from the gym instructor.