I hate those blogs where all people can do is complain about how hard it is since their dog died and life is busy and so they won’t be writing anything anyone actually wants to read but… I am sitting here in an attic while the castle is overrun with lawyers, builders and decorators while manfully taking a trip down memory lane with a 56k modem. Still the view is good from up here. I can see the whole of London from the O2 down to the Eye on a lovely sunny day.
With any luck it will be business as usual next week.
Meanwhile, thanks to everyone who wrote in with contributions and my apologies to all those I haven’t replied to.
No story… yet, but here are a couple of snippets.
Former Prissy Miss writes:
Sex was boring and I never got beyond ‘suffering the missionary position’ with two or three boyfriends until I was 23. Then I saw this greasy biker hunk in a pub who turned out to be 15 years my senior. He was absolutely the centre of my attention and something made me go for him like I never had before. Sadly he wasn’t interested and was quite rude.
Undeterred I bought him a drink and sat down with him when his mate went to the toilets.
He leaned over to me and whispered, “If you don’t piss off I am going to paddle your prissy behind purple.”
My heart went two to the dozen and inside I went wow.
Bravely I said, “Oh yes and then what?”
I don’t remember his exact words, but he said something like ‘there are more things to do with a girl’s arse than just spank it.’
Having no idea what I was getting myself into I just dared him.
Less than an hour and two more beers later I was bare-bottomed over his lap while he sat on a grubby settee in a two-up mid terrace three streets away. I was yelling like a kid as he spanked me and I tell you my bum wasn’t far off purple.
“You can go home anytime you like,” he told me.
Tearfully I told him I’d stay. He just shrugged and went on spanking me with relish.
He took my remaining two virginities that day.
He was such a bastard and I had to call him twice just for the privilege of being bent over the back of the same settee for a taste of belt across my bare bum and my third round of buggery. He didn’t use me conventionally until our fourth date and every single time I could feel it every time I sat and not just because he had spanked me. But I stuck with it and we were together for seven years.
Jenni79 emailed to say:
Love your post on the Five O’clock Hero. I got my first spanking from an older boyfriend for being clumsy at oral. It was a total surprise to me. I think it turned us both on though.
Punishment became quite a thing between us; always on my bare bottom over his knee with his hand or something small and flat. One time he ended a row with a sound spanking while we were visiting my parents and my mum walked into the bedroom.
All she said was ‘don’t mind me,’ I could have died.
