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.

Fresh start for Rowena

Surprise events at the Riding School. Rowena finds that  she likes discipline in her life and discovers new things about herself.
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Rowena spent the afternoon tidying up the stables after the children had gone away from their riding instruction. She had been pleased to be asked by Sally, the riding school owner if she could look after the farm, whilst Sally went in to town to do some legal stuff.

Having only joined the stables about six months ago Rowena had worked hard to be friendly and generally useful. There was no need to do either because she was paying a handsome fee to ride one of the horses twice a week and she could have just driven up and had her time out in the fields with her favourite pony and then left, but that wasn’t in her nature.

She enjoyed everything to do with horses and riding and now that her husband had left her and gone off with a younger filly, she was well off financially and had time on her hands. At 48 she was still fit and good looking enough to attract a new man but she was no longer interested in a relationship. Men only led to trouble she had decided

There were only so many coffee mornings and lunches she could go to, so now Rowena divided her time between housework, a local charity and now her passion for riding. She had done her research and found this small livery stable with only twelve horses and a cheerful owner who seemed to enjoy having company during the week, when few adult riders came along because they were working.

Generally speaking, the mornings for Sally involved stable work and her afternoons were filled teaching children how to stay on a horse. On Saturday the stables were filled with teenage girls fussing around their ponies and horses and providing free labour for mucking out. On a Sunday Sally either rested or did housework in the farmhouse or entertained friends.

Sally had once been engaged to be married but she had pulled out before the big day and had not regretted her decision. Her parents had passed away within a few years of each other and she had inherited their farm. The land was rented out to a local farmer and all she had to do was receive the income, which left her free to engage in her equine passion.

As Rowena placed some feed in front of the last remaining horse which she had to stable for the day, she looked at her watch. Sally would not be much longer. She decided to polish her saddle with soap and placed it on the trestle near the workbench. She was soon absorbed in her work and heard no sound until the whizz and whack of something hard landing on her bottom. Jumping with the shock Rowena uttered a shriek of surprise and turned to see a tall man in a suit holding a riding crop, that presumably had just delivered  the stripe of pain on her jodhpurs.

“Oh god. You’re not Sally.”

“No, obviously I am not. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Look I’m sorry that was truly awful of me. I must apologise. I don’t know what I was thinking of.”

“Who the hell are you anyway?” Rowena asked, rubbing both hands hard on the back of her bottom.

The man who, although middle aged, was perhaps not unattractive, explained that he was Mike Hudson, the father of one of the girls, Katy, who had a horse at the stable.. He had passed by to pick up some clothes which his daughter had left by mistake, in a bag, at the weekend.

“That must be it  there,” said Rowena  pointing to a multi-coloured satchel in the corner of the stable near the door.

“I am sorry I didn’t see it.”

“No you saw something else instead. What makes you think you can go around whacking women on the bottom anyway?”

“Like I said I thought you were Sally and I just did it for a bit of fun. She’s quite a good sport you know, quite a gal.”

“And I’m not I suppose?”  Rowena asked with a smile on her face.

They stood facing each other, neither saying anything.

Finally Rowena broke the silence.

“Well I don’t suppose any harms done. Maybe you would like to carry on?”

Turning her back to him Rowena bent a little over the top of the saddle pushing out her bottom. She turned her head back to look at him.

“Well, cat your tongue?” she asked looking back over shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked, not quite believing what was being suggested.

“Sure I’m sure. Just don’t go mad with that crop. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Mike stood behind her fingering the tip of the crop between his fingers and then raised his arm. The crop shot across the tight material and left a momentary impression in the fabric.

“Ouch,” Rowena muttered.

Without warning he cropped the bottom again and then a third time. Rowena wiggled her hips to shift the pain but stayed where she was Mike admired her pluck and was about to strike again, thinking that she might take another six or so strokes.

“What the hell is going on?” Sally’s strident voice rang out from the barn door. She strode towards them and stood with her hands on her waist looking furious.

“Well I’m waiting Mike. What are you doing whipping one of my customers.?”

“Rowena stood upright, one hand rubbing at her bottom.

“It’s OK Sally, I kind of asked for it.”

“Be quiet please Rowena,” Sally commanded. “I was asking Mike.”

“Look Sally it was a misunderstanding.” Mike explained how he had spanked Rowena with what he described as a little tap.  “I thought she was you and I got a bit carried away in the moment.”

“I’ll say you did and so then you went to give her more of the same did you. Maybe Rowena should see you get a taste of your own medicine?”

Sally put out her hand to reach for the riding crop Mike was holding.

“Oh come on Sally!”

“I mean it Mike. Get over that saddle but drop your trousers first. Unless you want me to report you for assault of course, and then stop your daughter coming here..

Looking into Sally’s eyes Mile knew she meant business. He took off his suit jacket and placed it carefully on the stool near the bench. Moving slowly over to the trestle support he undid the belt around his waist and let the trousers fall to the ground as he bent over the side of Rowena’s  saddle .

Moving up behind him Sally grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts .

“And these as well Mike.”

“Oh no,” he complained. “Not bare.”

“Yep, bare bottom. It’s the only way . Now be quiet while I whip you.”

Sally grinned across at Rowena who was wide mouthed at the spectacle in front of her. How many times had she pictured her ex-husband in just such a position, waiting bare -assed for the whipping of his life, as pay back for the humiliation he had brought her. Silently she hoped that Sally would teach this representative of the male of the species a damn good lesson.

Mike stretched his legs out behind him as Sally ran the tab of the crop up the back of each tight thigh. Sally raised the whip high in the air and the whipping began. She was unforgiving in her efforts and his white skin became quickly pink and the deep red as the strokes landed hard and fast.

Mike groaned and moaned and shuffled his feet trying to absorb the flashes of pain. The saddle trestle rocked back and forth as he tried to move forward with the stroke to reduce the impact.

There was no holding Sally back. She looked as though she was taking careful aim, and quite a lot pleasure, ensuring that  the full extent of Mike’s bare  bottom had its fair share of  red lines on the surface of  Mike’s bottom. Rowena had tried to count the strokes but gave up once Sally had gone beyond fifteen.

In a dramatic gesture Sally finally threw the crop on the floor and told Mike  to get dressed and go home.

“I will see you around Mike. Just try to be good in the meantime.” Sally smacked the bare bottom as she went by.

Leaving him to dress Sally took hold of Rowena’s wrist and led her out of the stable.

“Wow. That was fun. Did you see his ass? Nice and toasty. I need a drink after that – do you want to join me.”

Rowena was pleased and excited to be invited into the farmhouse. She had wanted a look around inside the centuries old building since she first came to the riding school.

As the door closed behind the women they heard the BMW turn in the yard and then disappear. Rowena wondered how comfortable Mike would be in the car seat, even if it was leather upholstery. The pair took off their riding boots in the storm porch and walked in their socks into the farmhouse kitchen. Sally pointed at a chair by the long pale colour wooden table which was deeply scarred with years of use and bleach cleaning.

“Right then, A large glass of Chardonnay is called for I think, we have both earned it. Thanks for looking after the shop and I’m sorry that Mike took a swing at your bum. I can’t blame him really. It does look kind of tight in those pants.

Rowena flushed at the compliment. She had always wondered what she looked like in her riding gear. Maybe she still had it if younger men were interested in looking at it.

As the wine was being poured, Rowena asked a question that was uppermost in her thoughts.

“Erm, Sally It seemed that Mike wasn’t totally surprised to have his bottom spanked?”

“Hah. You call that a spanking do you? I thought it was a pretty good whipping.”

They both laughed, remembering the sight of the naked cheeks quivering under the lashing of the crop.

“Well yes, whipped would be better I suppose. I mean, has that happened before, you whipping him like that?”

“Oh yes. Mike is a bit of an addict actually. His wife died a few years ago and he has been pestering me to go out on  a date with him since he and his daughter turned up here a couple of years ago.”

Sally took a sip of wine before she continued. “I don’t blame him for trying but I am really not interested in him or any other man come to that.”

For another five minutes Sally explained her history and her lifestyle to Rowena as they sat at the kitchen table enjoying the relaxing effect that the wine was having on their limbs and brains.

“I‘m a bit like you, you know,” Rowena said once Sally had finished. “Now that I am on my own I can’t see how I would let a man tell me what to do anymore.”

“Absolutely and some men, like Mike, actually seek the total opposite. He likes being bossed around and he pays me double the fees to have me do it. I have to punish him from time to time, but hey, it pays some bills. So to answer your question, today was not the first time.”

Rowena took all this on board in a bit if a daze. Today had not turned out anything like she had expected it to.

Taking a deep breath she asked her next question.

“So do like, you know, do you do that with anyone else?”

"Aha. You’ve caught me out now.” Sally laughed at Rowena’s eager expression on her  face.

“Yes I do. The stables don’t cover their costs and my own horse costs a lot, so yes I do have a couple of clients who like special treatment.”

So now Rowena had arrived at her last question.

“Would you, I mean, could you whip me?”

“I could and I can. I wondered if we were getting to this. Did you like your little spanking from Mike then?”

Sally stood up from the kitchen table and went to the porch door.

Rowena watched as she took down a  riding crop from a hook among the coats.

“Bring your wine and we’ll go the sitting room. It’s more comfortable there.”

Rowena followed feeling every ridge through her socks in the cold stone tiles on the floor in the hallway. They turned into a large room at the front of the house. This was obviously the room for entertaining as it was tidier and more fashionably decorated than the everyday kitchen. Sally took the wine glass from her and placed it on the coffee table, pushing the horsey magazines to one side. She sipped her own wine and waved the crop at Rowena.

“So let’s have the jodphurs off shall we?”

In a dreamlike fashion Rowena unbuttoned the waistband of her riding trousers and wriggled them down over her hips. She sat on the sofa to pull the elastic sided trousers off over her feet and then stood up wearing only her socks, pale pink high leg panties and blouse.

Sally sat down on the edge of the coffee table and slid open a drawer concealed in the frame beneath the table top. She pulled out a small wooden paddle with a short handle and round hole in the flat paddle blade..

“This is my favourite little paddle Rowena and I am going to warm you up first." She slapped the paddle against the top of her thigh, before continuing.

" It came from Ireland actually. My mum brought it with her when she married my father and it’s been in the house a long time. My Grandma used it on her when she was growing up and she in turn paddled me with it when I deserved it and sometimes when I didn’t. It might look small but I can assure you it hurts.”

Staring down straight into Sally’s eyes and then averting her eyes to the floor, Rowena became instantly submissive. She had no idea where her next question came from but she knew she had to ask.

“Please would you spank me Miss.?”

“Yes I will. You have been very naughty haven’t you?”

Their words hung in the air for a moment. Rowena just nodded her agreement.

“Go to that bookcase over there and fetch me the two belts on the top.”

The belts she was referring to consisted of one made from broad leather and another elastic snake-buckle belt,  which Rowena had not seen since her childhood. She handed them both to Sally and stood back in obedience.

“Arms out in front, hands clasped together.”

From her sitting position on the edge of the table Sally wrapped the snake belt two or three times around Rowena’s wrists. She clipped the buckle together. Rowena felt constrained but not uncomfortable.

“Move to the end of the sofa and bend over.”

With her hands tied together using her arms to support her was difficult but Rowena slid into position over the armrest of the large leather sofa. She stretched out with her head on the seat cushion and her legs behind her. She was practically balanced see-saw like over the wide leather support, because her toes did not touch the carpet.

Sally looked at the peachy pink knickered posterior for a moment taking another sip of wine and then lifting the leather belt from the table top. Casually she ran the end of the belt over Rowena’s bottom and thighs, watching her squirm with anticipation. Then she knelt and wrapped the belt around the crook of Rowena’s knees. She pulled the belt tightly through the buckle so that there could be no movement in the legs.

With gentle touches she ran her fingers up the soft thighs and hooked up the hem of the left side of the panties and then the right side  making a tight wedge of cotton material in the crack and exposing the globes of white bottom cheeks to view.

Still kneeling by her side Sally stretched her arm back to the table to reach for the paddle and placed it on the sofa in front of Rowena’s face. Then she very lightly spanked one cheek and then the other using only the tips of her fingers. Between spanks she rubbed the soft flesh gently and then carried on tap, tap, tapping. Rowena moaned with the pleasure of having her bottom pinked up and smarting in this slow leisurely fashion.

After five minutes of this treatment Sally stood and picked up the paddle. Rowena watched the paddle as it was taken away from the sofa and closed here eyes in anticipation of what it would do next. Sally moved so that she was slightly to one side, and in front, of Rowena’s bottom and could deliver downward spanks easily on each cheek. She began the real spanking. This time the slaps were a little harder than the hand spanking, but not by much, and the cheeks took on a new deeper pink hue.

The light spanks then turned louder and heavier. Rowena moaned with pleasure and attempted to lift her bottom to meet the paddle

“Lie still.” Sally whispered softly in her ear. “We have plenty of time and there is no rush.”

Rowena relaxed her upper body and surrendered to the flurry of spanks. When they landed on the backs of her legs she jumped a little and mouthed a few ouches.

“Not so much fun right there are they?” Sally laughed as she smacked away. “My mother could get me howling in a few seconds when she really spanked my legs.”

After quite a long time Sally put the paddle down and soothed the hot bottom with rubbing motions of the palm of her hand.

“All good now?”

“Yes miss. Very, very good.”  

Carefully, not wanting to rush her fences, Sally let her fingers run between the bound thighs and  into the tight crack of Rowena's cheeks.  With her other hand she took hold of the top of the panties and yanked them up hard into the crease. Rowena responded by trying to open the gap pushing her legs against the leather belt binding. Sally’s fingers slipped into the warm recess of soft lips.

“You want to be spanked Rowena?”

“Yes Sally”

“”Miss!” A loud smack reverberated round the room as Sally brought her hand down on one cheek.

“Yes Miss Sally, I want to be spanked.”

“Good, then I shall spank you and I will whip you and you will do as I tell you. You will do as I tell you every time without argument or you will be spanked. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sally, I understand”

The fingering in the bottom crack continued and Rowena arched her back trying to encourage a penetration in between the stretched cotton gusset and her vagina.

“Steady girl. You will have to wait. Everything comes to she who waits, so go steady. The best is yet to come.”

The hands left Rowena’s begging bottom and she wiggled trying to get comfortable with the tight panties.

The tab of the riding crop was the next thing to smack her. Making rapid movements across the bottom and down the thighs Sally had the submissive woman moaning with pleasure in a few minutes and then the real whipping commenced.

Hard cracks of the bendy nylon crop lashed across soft skin at the crown of Rowena’s bottom and she squealed with the pain. For two or three long minutes the cropping continued and thin red lines became joined together to become purple patches

When she sensed that Rowena was finally on a high, Sally stopped and quickly undid both the wrist and leg restraints.. She pulled the panties off down the legs and over Rowena’s feet and told her  to shuffle forward over the arm and onto her back. As the fiery red bottom touched the cool leather cushion Rowena smiled up at her new Mistress.

Passing the tab of the crop over Rowena's thighs in gentle strokes she came to the V at the top of her legs. The pussy was shaved in a tidy fashion, just a small triangle of hair. Sally tapped the leather against the mound and Rowena opened her legs in acceptance. The smacking of the tab against the pink skin of the pussy lips brought Rowena to a new high and she lay there moaning and writhing.

"You are such a naughty girl Rowena. So naughty. I think I am going to have spank you a lot."

Rowena groaned and agreed.

"Yes Miss. Thank you Miss."

“Come on upstairs, quickly now.”.

Sally took hold of Rowena’s arm to pull her from the sofa, then smacked the side of her hips and prodded her to go through the door an then up the stairs. Sally repeatedly spanked the bare bottom in front of her, telling Rowena to speed it up and turn right at the top of the stairs. They both giggled as Rowena stumbled on one of the steps and nearly went face down in her efforts to get ahead of the spanks.

Once in the bedroom Sally closed the curtains and told Rowena to get on the bed.

Within seconds Sally had stripped her clothes off and was kneeling on the bed helping Rowena to get rid of with her blouse and bra. 

They were under the bedcover in a trice and as Sally's lips touched hers and a hand went between Rowena's thighs.

And so began a new phase in Rowena's

 education at the riding school.

No rest on Sunday

"You were quite welled behaved last night.”

My wife turned to me in bed this morning and rummaged with my kit under the bedclothes. “So as a treat you can wear some nice panties whilst you clean this morning.”

I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for her thoughtfulness.

I set off  to make her a coffee and then showered and took a pair of black tummy control pants from the back of my drawer. I put on a T shirt and was headed off to make breakfast when my wife called me back to the bedroom.

“Get the bath-brush and lie over my knees.”

When I was in position she paddled me hard for 60 seconds. She made me look at my watch to mark time. If you have never had a rapid fire one minute spanking you have no idea how long 60 seconds can be and how many whacks can be delivered in that tine.

I was struggling to take the pain by the time she had finished but managed to lied there with full acceptance of her authority over me.

When I got to my feet she told me not to rub my bottom and to get on with breakfast. “You are too tubby,” she said. “So you will have nothing to eat this morning but you can serve me in a grand style.”

When she had retired to the sitting room to enjoy her coffee and the papers, after finishing breakfast, I got on with tidying up and then started my routine of bathroom cleaning and vacuuming. She called for more coffee twice and on the last occasion she told me that I was going to be busy that day. She planned on buying some bulbs at the Garden Centre and I was to get them all planted that afternoon . Because the weather was warm she said I should work in shorts at the front of the house.

“That evening,” she went on, “I could sort out her knicker  and bra drawer.” They were very untidy and she wanted to get of some old stuff. Whilst she was watching TV I was to put everything out on the bed and she would come and decide on the unwanted pieces. I could then put the rest away neatly.

So my day flew by. I made a lunch for my wife to enjoy on the terrace and was told again that I could not eat. Finally at around 7pm we went for a pub meal and she let me have only salad and soup. “It’s time we tackled that weight of yours properly,” she said.

Back home when she settled down to watch her programme and I busied myself with her underwear. She was pleased with the result. I had to call her up to choose what she was throwing away and then whilst she showered I made a nice job of arranging the panties into colours and styles.

Finally I was ready to stop my chores and when she appeared in her negligee from the bathroom I knew that I would have one extra task to perform before I could climb into bed. She lay on the bed and called for her vibrator, so it wasn’t going to be she had in mind for her orgasms, rather her trusted friend. As I went off to hand-wash her panties and the ones she had been wearing all day. I could hear the buzzing under the bed sheets and I turned to watch her face, eyes closed, and features scrunched up with pleasure.

If it wasn't for our usefulness for chores and fixing cars I think women would phase out men..

Holiday time

We took a short holiday in the UK last week and a good time was had by all. We stayed in two nice hotels on pre-booked rates and enjoyed upgrades in both (after asking). We`saw friends in a couple of places but most of the time we just enjoyed being alone. We both love antique shops and walking and lunch in deli’s so there was a lot to do in the South Downs area of England. The weather was set fair and everywhere was fairly quiet because the schools were back.

In one hotel we had a room with a four poster bed. Usually these are too small for sleeping but the room had an oversize sofa so my wife declared it eminently suitable accommodation when we were showed in. I would be on the sofa and she could sleep, Princess style, in the four poster.

This hotel was also a showstopper because of the quality of the Spa facilities. My wife had a couple of treatments and spent a long time reading her book in the very warm glass conservatory area, which protocol deemed to be a female only room.

As we were not going through Airport Security on this holiday my wife had suggested that I pack a few toys and I needed no second bidding. We managed a spanking and some sex on most days or nights and one afternoon was a special session.

We  had drunk some wine at lunch and then walked back to the hotel. My wife said she wanted some time alone to snooze and told me to go for a walk and then have a swim in the hotel pool.. She told me to take a bathrobe and come back to the room at 6pm, dressed only in the robe and pants. Something nice might happen, she smiled at me as she took the covers off the bed and lay down with her book.

I took my swim shorts and a robe from the bathroom to the spa facility and locked them away in a cupboard. I then set off for a walk and spent some time in a pub in the town. Returning to the hotel at 5pm I went for a swim and a sauna and just before six I showered and set off for our room , leaving my outdoor clothes in the locker.

There was a Do not Disturb sign on the bedroom door,so I knocked and waited. I answered the “Who is it?” with “It’s me “ and the door opened. I couldn’t see my wife as she was behind the door. 

Stepping into the room the door closed behind me and she slipped a blindfold over my head. 






Taking my arm I was pulled further into the room until my legs bumped into the end of the bed.

The belt around my towelling robe was loosened and she pulled the robe off in a vigorous manner.

“Lift your arms out wide.”

She took a hand and I felt the robe belt being wrapped around my arm and then yanked to one side as she fastened it to one upright of the four poster.

“And now the other arm.”

Using what I figured was the belt from her own robe she fastened  it round my wrist and tied me in a vertical spread eagle fashion.. I was excited as hell as she pulled my pants down and took them off my feet.

“Spread your legs wide.”

As I did so I felt the edge of the mattress move. My wife  must have climbed on the bed as she lifted my half erect cock with the end of a riding crop. I could see nothing but I could picture her kneeling, either naked or in some underwear.

“Happy?” she asked. I said “Yes.”

“Nervous?” she asked . I nodded my head.

“Having a good holiday.” “Yes Ma’am,” I replied .

“Good, so its time for some punishment.”

What followed was blissful. She smacked my legs, balls and prick with the tab of the crop and I danced around in pain. I could easily have slipped my hands free from the belts because the material was too bulky to be a firm tie but instead I held onto the towel material with my fingers to give myself some support.. I broke out in a sweat with the pain but relished the control nonetheless.

After many minutes,that seemed like hours, she spanked  the underside of my balls hard with the open palm of her hand and I winced and growled with pain.

“Not so happy now are you?”

“No ma’am.”

“So what do you want now, you bad boy?”

“A caning on my bottom Miss.” I said hopefully

“Possibly. But what do you really want.”

"A strap-on dildo fuck, Ma’am?"

“Oh, you’re back on that are you? So where is the strap-on ?”

“I haven’t got one Ma’am”

“No and I don’t want you to get one either. But maybe I’ll fuck your bottom. Would you like that?”

"Yes Ma’am.Thank you Ma’am.”

“First, that caning. How much is this room costing us?"

“One hundred and ten, with breakfast Ma'am.”

She laughed and said she didn’t need the detail.

From behind me I heard the rattle of the cane on the chest of drawers. I had bought the whippy one because that is the quietest in a hotel room but it also stings the most.

Carefully and slowly she delivered one hundred and ten cane strokes to my bare bottom. They were the sexiest thing I had had in ages. I listened to her counting in a soft voice and it could have gone on for ever so far as I was concerned.

When my butt was fully roasted she undid the ties and invited me to lie on the bed on my front.. She removed the blindfold and I turned to look at her as peeled off her panties to reveal a freshly trimmed bush. She put the towelling robe on top of the sheets and I climbed on to the bed. She got up behind me and straddled my legs. With her hand she spanked my bottom lightly and commented on how red it was, then she lay down over me and pushed her mound up against my bottom. Her soft skin was so cool it was wonderful against my hot bottom. 

Spreading my legs she ground the hard bone of her mound against my anus and I pushed my prick into the mattress. I mimicked her humping by lifting my bottom to meet her push.

She began to tell a story about a naughty girl being punished at school, by having her blue gym knickers taken down and paddled on the bare in the headmistresses study and I came in only a few minutes.

Rolling me over on my back, I felt the squidgy mess of cum on the robe against my bottom and then my wife moved up my body until her waist was over my face. I licked her lips and she dropped her weight until I could hardly breathe but I carried on my work regardless. She deserved every effort for what she had just given me.

All in all a nice afternoon of delight.