by Ronnie Soul
My name's Ronnie and I'm a spanko, mother and businesswoman. I'm happily married to my wonderful husband Peter who gives me spankings when I'm bad - and also when I'm good! I'm happy to share with you some deliciously kinky real life accounts of my adventures in domestic discipline. So welcome to my diary ... read and enjoy!
It's warm
June 6th
Well I'm almost ashamed to have left it this long to tell you about last weekend, I was being lazy and seeing how the weekend in its entirety went first. So I'm a few days late updating you. Sorry about that, but I'm in holiday mode :)
I was scheduled to work alongside my husband for the three days of the long bank holiday weekend, under his direction, doing things I didn't know how to do but still generally helping out as best I could. Rewards were apparently on offer if things went well, consequences if they didn't. I did ask Peter what the consequences might consist of and what sort of things might cause them to be applied, but he didn't give me a proper answer... he just smiled and told me I'd have to hope I didn't find out.
So without going into all the boring bits involving tools and tiles and paint and the like, I can say that Saturday went very well indeed. In fact it went so well that about two thirds through the day Peter said we should work late then grab a quick shower and go and eat out. He asked me to book a table at an Asian restaurant in town, and also said I should ask our son and his girlfriend if they wanted to join us. He was in a very good mood, and things were going smoothly. I booked us a table... only just though as they were busy. Towards clean-up time I got the occasional squeeze or pat on the backside as my husband moved past me; he even said he was looking forward to a nice hot shower and it was a pity we couldn't share one as our son and his girlfriend would be at home. Too right it was a pity, I thought, but didn't say anything.
We had a drink in town and an excellent meal at Qmin, where they serve super food and it's not at all pricy. You can get a basic balti there if you want (Peter often does) or you can trust them to come up with fish dishes delicately spiced and served stylishly by attentive staff who know what they're talking about. It suited everyone and there was good humour all round ... until I went and spilled half a glass of red wine over the sleeve of Peter's shirt. I wasn't thinking what I was doing, I just leaned back on my chair and made an expansive gesture in conversation and forgot I had a wine glass in my hand.
It must have looked funny because both son and his girlfriend laughed, so I laughed too whilst at the same time apologising to Peter and mopping his sleeve with a napkin. He stopped me and said it was pointless as red wine always stained. I called a waiter for some water to dab on the stain but Peter shunned that idea too. He did resume pleasantries for the rest of the evening but I could tell he was annoyed with me.
On Sunday we had an early start, well Peter did, he left the house to get cracking by 7.30am. I joined him a couple of hours later after doing some of my own chores. Raring to go and with a smile on my face I asked, "Please Sir, what would you like me to start on today?" Peter said the first thing, before he delegated any tasks at all, was for me to follow him upstairs. I did so and he led me into the small bedroom at the back of the house where a solitary single bed was the only item of furniture since we'd more or less stripped the house. The bedroom was rather austere looking I have to say. Peter sat on the bed and summoned me over to him, then he turned me over his knee, pulled my shorts down and started spanking me. I yelled a bit then thought about the neighbours, then asked him what the spanking was for, and then I yelled a bit more to disguise the laughter which was unavoidably escaping from me.
You see my husband told me he was spanking me for being careless last night and ruining one of his favourite shirts, and he didn't think it was anywhere near as funny as I apparently had. So SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and YELP... YELP... YELP. It went on for several minutes and I wound him up by telling him he'd lost his sense of humour and he should lighten up a bit. That got him incensed enough to take my knickers down and spank my bare bottom really hard.
I'm sure I could feel the difference in his hands since he's been using plaster and wood and all sorts of tools. His hands feel rougher and stronger. I rather liked being spanked by them although they did have me squealing towards the end and I'd completely lost any inclination to laugh.
After the spanking stopped and I'd recovered my knickers and my composure, I sat next to Peter and started giggling. He asked me why and if I needed another trip over his lap. I said no thank you we have work to do, don't we. Then I told him that by the way, I soaked his favourite shirt in stain remover before leaving the house and the wine stains had cleared completely. He asked me why I hadn't told him - in fact he looked a bit awkward having just reddened my backside for ruining it. I just said he hadn't given me chance to.
My husband thought for a moment then said, "Well you still shouldn't have found it so funny last night. Make us a mug of tea and I'll let you off."
Ha! I went and made one anyway and as I was pouring, Peter came into the kitchen and put his hand on my bottom,
"I bet you don't find it so funny now, do you?" he asked, trying to sound stern.
"No, Peter, I certainly don't," I lied, thinking that I did find it toasty warm though, and I really did like his new hands.
There was a lovely undercurrent between us the rest of the day although nothing happened, then on Monday we were ahead of schedule according to Peter (who sets the schedule anyway so can say what he likes) and he said we could take a break and have the rest of the day off as it was a bank holiday. We went home, the house was empty and I got a nice shower. I got other things too but you wouldn't want to know about them, this little entry is way too long already.
Ground still white, need something to warm me up
March 11th
Snow's holding up well here. It snowed most of yesterday morning and a little overnight. The good news is my son is coming home for a few days, and the bad news is that means probably no spankings, but that's OK.
So what do I put in my diary? Well some days I don't put anything at all but today I'm going to tidy up a previous entry, which is a bit disjointed, and tell you about my first ever punishment spanking.
It was quite shocking for me at the time. It happened on a river boat in West Africa which added some glamour of sorts and helped get me over it quicker.
This is a bit long but it's what happened and the story is for me as well as you, but I don't want to bore you with too much background so if you want to skip to the spanking just zoom down.
We were treated to a holiday by one of our friends: a regular customer, and his girlfriend. He had his own civil engineering business, she's a surveyor for the county council and he'd been given a holiday for four people by one of his suppliers. Anyway we went to the Gambia for a fabulous two week holiday.
Eric had booked the four of us into a hotel near Gatwick airport for the night and drove us down in his Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't posh, just wealthy through hard work and he bought the car on a whim only to sell it a few months later. I didn't like the ride which was very soft and seemed to float. I've been in a Bentley since and that didn't float. Actually I preferred the Bentley but thought the Rolls seats would be very comfy if you had a sore bottom, which I didn't, not at that time anyway.
We stayed overnight in an airport hotel because of the distance and flight time. We overindulged in the hotel restaurant and bar, Peter threatened to spank me but didn't, and we all struggled to get up at 4am for the flight. Anyway we made it and slept half through the flight to Banjul, which was the tiniest most ramshackle airport I'd ever seen. It might be bigger now, I'm sure the whole place has changed, but twenty odd years ago it was definitely third world and all the more charming for it.
We did lots of sunning and swimming. Peter learned to windsurf there, and I did some early morning exercising and jogging on the beach which was lovely with the lush jungle fringing it and early morning bird and animal noises to keep me company... always within sight of the hotel security guards who were there to protect us against muggings. The hotel still used mosquito nets even though it was 5-star and right on the beach; it was really quite romantic. We did several sightseeing trips - one of them was on a boat for two days and two nights up river and that's what I want to tell you about. It was a fantastic experience and it was also the first time I got spanked as a punishment, which really got to me at the time although I'm sure these days I'd regard it differently.
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