Thursday, 12 July 2018

TBT - Once Upon A Time

There is nothing new to glean from this post but it was well received when I wrote it in December 2016 and I enjoyed writing it.

Things have settled down here, we're slowly getting back to normal, whatever that is. The thing about normal is that life is uneventful, which means I have nothing to blog about. Instead of disappearing again, I thought I'd have some fun and write a story. This is a fictional tale but any resemblance to living people may not be entirely coincidental. 

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...

Once upon a time, a little girl was born into a family that had not heard the patter of tiny feet for many years. Her grandmother, the family matriarch, had expressed her preference for a boy but, on holding the infant in her arms for the first time, declared that she wouldn't change her for a boy if his backside were studded with diamonds. The child was christened Rosamund on account of her fair English complexion, with her rose-coloured cheeks and rosebud mouth.

With seven grownups in the household twisted round her tiny fingers, it was almost inevitable that she was a little spoilt. She was treated like a princess by them all but her biggest fan was her doting Grandmama. The old lady wasn't a total pushover, though. She insisted on ladylike behaviour and taught Rosamund her Ps and Qs.

In spite of, or maybe because of, having three younger siblings, she grew into a somewhat solitary child, with her nose often stuck in a book. Though no hand was ever applied to her bottom, the little princess had a fascination with spanking, fuelled by the many instances in the story books of the day. By her early teens, she had begun to fantasise about being spanked, mainly by handsome men on horseback.

She was mistress of the witty put down and, as a consequence, found herself over the knees of two early suitors. She liked how it made her feel but neither of the young men touched her heart. Her Grandmama told her she was a very special girl who would need a very special man. She was biased, of course, but that's the way it is with Grandmamas. She advised the princess to carry on kissing frogs until her prince arrived.





And so it came to pass that a knight in shining armour came forth on his trusty steed, Lambretta, and stole her heart away. Sir Henry's kisses made her swoon, but before long she craved the thrill of a spanking and asked him to oblige. He was appalled. He had been to knight school with his peers and learned that a man's job was to care for and protect his fair lady. Only a coward would strike a woman. Rosamund was nothing if not persistent, chipping away until, in exasperation, Henry forbade her from raising the subject ever again.

Many years passed, during which the pair married and had two beautiful daughters.Their union wasn't all sweetness and light; this may be a fairy tale but they had their ups and downs like everyone else. Rosamund could be a handful when she didn't get her way and Henry's strategy was to keep his head down until her ill humour passed. In the meantime, doors would shudder on their hinges and no-one could pout or flounce better than she.

Their daughters had left to make their own way in the world long before the day that was to turn Rosamund's life upside down. Henry was gazing fondly at his wife, who was slumbering in the afterglow of some mighty fine loving, still clad in the *F--k me* outfit she had worn for his pleasure. She had fulfilled many of his fantasies over the years and it was to his sorrow that the only one she wanted for herself was the one thing he couldn't bring himself to do. Lately though, he had begun to wonder whether it was such a bad thing. A story had been written about many shades of grey, it's fame spreading far and wide, with its scenes of spanking setting feminine hearts all a-flutter. When Henry told Rosamund he was willing to try spanking, solely to add some extra spice in the bedchamber, she wasn't at all sure she wanted to after all these years. She told him she would think on it.

She dressed with great care the first time, choosing undergarments that would present an appealing target once her skirts were up and her knickers were around her thighs. Henry had always admired his wife's bottom, a little on the large side but smooth and firm. The last thing he wanted was to smack it but he had promised. Rosamund jumped when the first spank fell, out of sheer anticipation. Henry made himself deliver another twenty or so smacks, turning her bottom a warm shade of pink, before picking her up and carrying her to their bed.

The next time, to Henry's chagrin, she was left with some light bruising. Perhaps it hadn't been her brightest idea to mention pat-a-cake when he asked how she felt about the first spanking. She cared not a jot about the bruising, her worry was that Henry would not spank her again. What was she to do? There was only one thing for it, she would use her magic tablet to consult the Fount Of All Knowledge. Tapping three times on the glass to summon Google she asked her question. The answer came from a man who spanked his wife, avoiding bruising by warming up gradually with moderate smacks before the real spanking began. A few more taps led Rosamund to the Land of Blog, where she found many women who were spanked by their husbands, not only for pleasure but for discipline too. She passed on the warm up tip to Henry but kept the rest of her discovery to herself; she didn't want to put any ideas into his head.

Her deviousness was in vain for, once Henry accepted that spanking caused no lasting harm, it was only a matter of time before Rosamund was spanked for real. She had been in a foul mood all morning and Henry bore the brunt of her ill humour. When all else failed, he decided to spank her out of it. Rosamund was shocked to be summarily upended over his knee but knew she deserved it and was soon making her apologies. That day wrought a change in our trusty knight. With his soft, contrite, wife in his arms he vowed that, henceforth, he would brook no argument from his feisty princess. Peace and harmony would come to his domain, for now he had the means to rein in her waywardness. For good measure, he would give her frequent reminders of his new expectations, whether she needed them or not.

His lady wife submitted to her husband's strictures for she found them curiously calming and, by some alchemy, his strong leadership brought her and her knight closer together. That's not to say everything ran smoothly from then on; the princess could no more change her character than a leopard could change its spots. There were times when she would try her husband's patience to the limit and her hindquarters would feel the sting of his wrath. He knew he would never tame her entirely, nor would he want to. Life would be dull if his Rose lost her thorns.




Cue Happy Ever After music...


** I have used narrator's licence here. Harry is a benign dictator but were I to use the 
    f-word in real life I wouldn't sit comfortably for quite some time.


Rosie


20 comments:

  1. Hi Rosie,

    I remember this fabulous story and enjoyed the re-read. You do have a talent for writing :)

    Hope you are doing well.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Hi Roz,
      My daughter who lives what seems like a million miles away has been staying with us for the past week, so Harry and I are very happy. She is such fun; the house will be very quiet when she goes back.
      I hope the new job is working out well for you.
      Rosie xx

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  2. Loved this little fairy tale when it was first shared. Sir Henry makes such a wonderful knight. My favorite part was the "Fount of All Knowledge." After all, I wouldn't have ever met Princess Rosie without it.

    Hugs Across the Pond,
    Ella

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    1. It's hard to believe where that simple enquiry on Google has led, Ella. Even after getting to know some of the bloggers online, I never imagined meeting any of them in person, let alone crossing the Pond. I'm so glad I did!
      Real hugs across the Pond soon...
      Rosie xx

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  3. I love this post! There are so many elements that we have all experienced to some point. Very well written!

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    1. Thank you, PK, it was fun to write. I once read it to Harry when he was bored on a long road trip. I forgot about the expletive and had to do a bit of quick thinking!
      Rosie xx

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  4. Hi, Rosie! This was creative, informative, and funny. I am so glad you shared this one as I had not seen it yet. What a wonderful post! I love hearing how you and your prince got started and what you as the princess thought all these years. I like that you seem to have a spunky personality and that your prince doesn't want to change that.... but that you work on things together and he holds you accountable. I really did enjoy and learn from this one, Rosie! Hugs! P.S. I had to add you to my blog roll AGAIN. It shows up in one place for me, but not the other. Grrr. Anyway, I just wanted you to know I just noticed today that your blog was missing again and I just added it back! Hugs!

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    1. Hello Windy, I'm glad you liked the story. I've mellowed a bit over the past five years but haven't undergone a personality transplant! I think Harry quite likes a challenge now and again; he's very creative when it comes to keeping me on my toes.
      Rosie xx

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  5. This had me smiling all the way through. Happy you shared it again.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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  6. Rosie,
    Finally I can see above the laundry and mail! I am emailing soon and love your post. What a great time we had with you and Harry. I, too, smiled all the way through this great post.
    Meredith

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    1. We did have fun didn't we, Mere? It was good to see our husbands getting along so well too. I'm glad the re-run made you smile.
      Rosie xx

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  7. Love, love, love this little story, Rosie ... fairytale endings, indeed! ... nj ... xx

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    1. Glad you enjoyed the tale NJ. I have a charmed life, to be sure.
      Rosie xx

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  8. Hi Rosie, such a sweet way of explaining ttwd!
    love Jan, xx

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    1. Thank you, Jan!
      I'm so glad to see you back in the land.
      Rosie xx

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  9. Just a perfect TBT. I also see direct line kid to many of us here!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it Minelle. It's good to see you around the land, too.
      Rosie xx

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