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CAR SPANKING POSSIBILITIES

I tend to be a bit outdoorsy, but at this time of year, when the weather seems to alternate between mild and soggy and freezing cold, here in Northern Europe, I spend more of my free time indoors than I would prefer. It is nice looking at some loverly, winter landscapes, from the dry, warmth of a vehicle. It looks like some folks enjoy doing this and then stopping, in a secluded spot, to enjoy a quick spanking. Before getting back to the snug, comfort of their mode of transport.

Just time for a quick switching

We decided to bring a friend along for the drive

At least the heater will keep parts of them warm

They might risk scratching the paintwork

With both doors open, at least a little breeze can freshen the car

Thelma and Louise thought that this was a better idea, than driving off that cliff

A brisk spanking in the crisp winter air and then back to sitting uncomfortably, in a warm car?

I think that I have had worse ideas πŸ™‚

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BLIND DATE – BRATTY BLANCHE AND MASTER OF DISCIPLINE MR MATHER

Mr Mather, 35, Car Mechanic Meets Bratty Blanche, 31, Area Sales Manager, On A Blind Date

Note – This is a 100% fictitious article. None of the participants or locations exist and any resemblance to real life people or places is purely coincidental. This post is based on a regular series of articles published in The UK Guardian newspaper. If you want to see the real thing, follow the link below.

THE GUARDIAN BLIND DATE

Mr Mather On Blanche

What were you hoping for?

To meet a well presented, educational ward, with good diction, good manners and an appropriate attitude.

First impressions?

A poorly dressed tyke, with bad posture, a poor attitude, a regional accent from God alone knows where, whose main aim in life seems to be to cause embarrassment and show off her attractive, female attributes. I had to take her in hand, virtually from the moment we met.

What did you talk about?

I could hardly fit a word in edgewise, with her constant and usually highly inappropriate nattering going on. When I did manage to speak, it was either to admonish her or to order her to bend over.

Any awkward moments?

Many, it was like she intended to deliberately embarrass me in front of the other diners, some of whom I am acquainted with. By the end of the evening, I believe that I had spent more time looking at her bare bottom, pretty though that was, than I had her face.

Good table manners?

No Atrocious. She engaged in offensive banter, left good, nutritious food wasted on her plate and then took an overly long toilet break in the middle of the meal.

Best thing about Blanche?

She is good at maintaining an awkward position, whilst in pain.

Would you introduce her to your friends?

The very strict ones, yes. I suspect that I might need all the help that I can get with this girl.

Describe Blanche in three words

MANY BEHAVIOURAL PROBLEMS!

What do you think she made of you?

Hopefully, I was a good correctional influence on her.

Did you go on somewhere?

No, I needed to go home to put some salve on my aching arm muscles.

And … did you kiss?

Don’t ask inappropriate questions!

If you could change one thing about the evening, what would it be?

I would have arrived with a longer Cane and my thickest Tawse. They would have been of great help.

Marks out of 10?

The only numbered marks that I ever give are ones that are made on a bare bottom,

She can have a D for presentation, an E for conversational abilities, another D for table manners, an E minus for social abilities and a well-earned F for general behaviour. The only area where she shines is in her ability to receive corporal punishment with stoicism and a certain amount of grace. She can have an A for that, which is a starting point to work from, I suppose.

Would you meet again?

We have set an appointment, where we can further discuss Blanche’s problems and what can be done about them.

Blanche On Mr Mather

What were you hoping for?

To meet someone hot, strict and not shy with the old hickory stick, ya know what I mean.

First impressions?

I was not disappointed, he is tall, with chiselled, hard type, good facial features. The moment that we met, in the entrance hall, he made me spit my chewing gum into his hand, got down on one knee, there and then, put me over his knee and hand spanked me for chewing gum. Then he flipped up my skirt and spanked me some more for my implying that it was a bit early to propose marriage (the one knee thing, ya know). Then he declared that my knickers were not regulation, which was true, so he pulled them down and applied his hand some more, to my bare, bum. I knew then that this was going to be a brilliant night.

What did you talk about?

Anything and everything, that I could think of, to wind him up and get him to whup me. Which turned out to be dead easy, I’m sure that the rod up that guy’s ass has another rod up its ass.

Any awkward moments?

I should say so

He bumped into a friend, who just happened to be there with a lass who works in my office. Who would have known. We have worked together for about three years and I did not have a clue, that she did this, too. As the boys chatted, we decided to have some girly fun and started pinching each other and pulling hair. Anyways, we took it too far and it turned into a full on girly slap fight, in the middle of the dinning hall. As a result, we were both stripped naked, there and then, in front of everyone, tied to a desk and both of us got caned by both the boys. God alone knows, how I am to look her in the eye, when I hand her the work roster on Monday morning.

Good table manners?

OMG, I didn’t know it could be such a turn on, watching someone eat. He cut his food into tiny pieces, then chewed like a machine on each bite, I think he was counting the chews. My back side was burning, my hands tingling, from another punishment and watching that manly jaw going up and down, imagining that it was chewing on my little morsel, was tipping my balance a bit, ya know. If he had caned me again then, I would have been in danger of popping my cork, in front of everyone. That could be embarrassing, as I can be a bit of a squirter. So I had to go off to the loo, and play out a tune on my little pink piano, if ya know what I mean, to save myself from public humiliation. When I got back, he caned me again, for taking too long in the Naughty Little Girl’s room.

Best thing about Mr Mather?

He isn’t shy about keeping a girl in line, often and with gusto, ya know what I mean.

Would you introduce him to your friends?

Possibly. I think that he might be interesting in a group detention, situation.

Describe Mr Mather in three words

Hot, Strict, Harsh.

What do you think he made of you?

Mincemeat. And he is welcome to do it again, if he wants to.

Did you go on somewhere?

No. Even my backside has a limit and that had been reached. It would have been nice to carry on a bit more, but it just wasn’t on the cards that night.

And … did you kiss?

I was tempted to jump on him and give him a big sloppy Frenchie, this guy is hot. But that would have had repercussions and as I said before, my buns were getting a little too toasty, by the end of the evening.

If you could change one thing about the evening, what would it be?

I would have waited till we had finished the main course before I asked him if the Spotted Dick, on the menu, would mean that I was expected to eat his willy for pudding. It is an utter nightmare trying to cut up Spam Fritters, with freshly Tawsed hands.

Marks out of 10?

He earned a good 9 pushing on 10, but I am going to give him a big fat 0 and then boast about it on my special little WhatsApp group, that he is now a member of.

Would you meet again?

O yes! Apparently, he has converted the garage of his house into the exact replica of a Hungarian school, Headmasters office, from about the start of the 20th century. He saw it on a film that he has and liked it that much that he built his own version. I have been ordered to report to his study at 6 in the evening, a week on Friday, to discuss my problems and possible solutions. If my bottom ends up felling like it does now, after that meeting, for a third date, I will be asking him to meet me behind the bike sheds. Then I can teach him the true meaning of the phrase “Lewd and inappropriate behaviour”. Ya know what I mean?

Blanche and Mr Mather met and ate at the Skool Dinaz restaurant, in Nottingham, UK. This is a specialist 18 years old and over, establishment, specializing in catering for Adult School Role Players. No children allowed, under any circumstances.

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PS – I enjoyed doing the two posts in this series so far. Although they take a lot of time to put together and I cannot do them regularly, I would like to continue doing them, when time allows. If anyone has any ideas for kinky couples, that I can send on a fictional blind date and/or the type of place that they can meet in, please feel free to leave suggestions, in the comments box below.

SPANKING AND THE FRINGE

It’s All In The Hair

The Sunday Brunch, at Hermione’s Heart this week, was about who would you like to spank or be spanked by from either spanko celebrities, or mainstream celebrities. You can visit the brunch in the following link.

HERMIONE’S HEART, SPANKO BRUNCH, CELEBRITY SPANKING PARTNER FANTASY

in my contribution, I revealed that my choice had left me with a bit of an obsession with women sporting fringes. After that, I decided to go searching for material featuring spanking and women with fringes. Take a look at what I found πŸ™‚

Does anyone else find fringes hot?

And What Started All Of This Off?

Reminiscing youthful fantasies about getting a spanking from my first celebrity, teenage crush, from the age of 13.

Chrissie Hynde

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WHAT HAVE THE ROMANS EVER DONE FOR US?

Well, They Sold Me A Rudis

A Roman rudis was a wooden sword, given to gladiators when they had gained their freedom. This is not a real rudis, but more of a child’s toy, although a very well-made one. And now it is my newest pervertable πŸ™‚

I got this at the Gallo-Romeins (Celtic-Roman) weekend event that was held in the small Flemish town of Wervik, that is situated on the border with France, during the first weekend of October. It was a very enjoyable event that is held there every two years. With re-enactments of Celtic and Roman life and warfare. Along with people showing the skills of the craftsmanship, in making artefacts. This is where I purchased my newest pervertable, for the princely sum of 11 Euros. Initially I thought that it would make an excellent OTK paddle, but on closer inspection, once I was home, judged it to be sturdy enough to be used for harder, stand up paddling, as a light to medium paddle. I gave the back of my sofa a few hard whacks with it (bad sofa, don’t do it again) and found that it stood up to serious usage well. I won’t write about it’s size. You can check out the photos below for that. The tape measure shows centimetres and inches.

I think that the blade is made of Beech wood. Not sure what the handle is made of, but it is the same colour as the blade. I tried a few self spanking swats and although I don’t think that it will be nearly as painful as traditional American style paddle, it does have a very stingy punch and was very easy to self spank with, due to its size and shape. There are no splinters, but I might take some fine glasspaper to the blade, to get it really smooth. I might varnish the handle too, to make it easier to clean, between spankers. I can’t wait to try this in a spanking session πŸ™‚

And What Did The Celts Do For Me?

They sold me some Mead.

Mead is wine made from honey. And this mead is delicious, especially for those who have a sweet tooth.

Was There Anything Else To Interest The Perverted?

For the more BDSMy among us, there was an opportunity to have a short experience of being an Oar Slave, on a replica Roman river boat.

And that all leaves me dreaming of a Roman style play session, like the one below, except she can swing the rudis and I can be on the receiving end πŸ™‚

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I WISH I COULD HAVE MARRIED A SPARTAN WOMAN

Spartan Women, The Ideal Spouses

Over the weekend, I listened to a BBC Radio 4 program about the women of Sparta. It was so good I had to hear it twice. It described why Spartan women were my type of Gals. If you want to listen to it, follow the link below.

NATALIE HAYNES STANDS UP FOR THE CLASSICS – SPARTAN WOMEN

Unlike many women, in ancient history, they were not expected to be pretty wall flowers, or an extension of their men. But were raised from a young age to be strong and independent leaders. To start with, they exercised and trained to be physically fit and strong. A bit like…

And would take part in many sports, both individual…

and team sports, the same as the boys.

Greek athletes always trained and competed nude, by the way. πŸ™‚ A female Spartan participated in sports including wrestling, long- and short-distance running, horseback riding, hurling the javelin or discus, boxing, and racing.

From the age of 7 they also received a good, academic education

They were also trained in martial arts and combat, from a young age. As their men would spend a lot of time away fighting, they would be the home defence team for their house, town or city and be expected to hold their own in a combat situation.

Spartan women did not normally marry until they were between 18 and 20. Relatively mature, by the standards of that period of history. However, between menstruation and marriage, girls were encouraged to be sexually active, with other girls of their own age.

There were choir clubs, songs and other activities to encourage this. So they came to the marriage bed with a good idea of how they needed to be satisfied.

At home, the Spartan wife would have been in charge of everything, domestic organization, finances, running the family business and everything else of great importance. The Spartan economy revolved around the leadership of its women.

And they did not, as most spouses in the ancient world, spend all their time looking toward the cooking and cleaning. They got their slaves to do that for them.

So in conclusion, Spartan wives were strong, well-educated, powerful women, used to being in a leadership role and they could make that weirdo, hanging around in the park, fear for his life πŸ™‚

This would be so much better than having the Patriarchy. If only history had continued in this vain.

I SO WANT A SPARTAN WIFE

πŸ™‚

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COOL AT THE POOL

A Great Place To Get Hot Buns

Spring has definitely sprung in Belgium and temperatures are climbing. That got the imagination wandering onto the subject of swimming pool spankings. How else are you meant to fill in those tan lines?

And is there a better place, on a warm sunny day, to enjoy getting a spanking?

It is also a good place to cooldown those burning cheeks, post play.

If you are nervous about taking that first plunge, a little encouragement from a cane might help.

If you prefer to get a bit more BDSMy, floating bondage could be fun.

Just before he got spanked

And just before she got spanked

Happy bottoms can be soggy and sore πŸ™‚

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