Monday, 19 November 2018

Stolen Meme


Leigh stole this from Lindy. As it's being passed on, does that make Leigh a fence?


1. Name something people hate to find on their windscreen. A parking ticket.

2. Name something a man might buy before going on a date. Condoms.

3. Name something you cook in the microwave. Scrambled eggs.

4. Name an item found in an old man's wallet. A bus pass.

5. Something always stocked in the fridge. Champagne, of course.

6. Name an item found in Grandma's purse. Sweets (candy) for the grands.

7. A sport where you might lose a tooth. I guess not fishing.

8. Name a fruit that isn't round. A lemon.

9. Name something you put on a Christmas tree. Baubles.

10. Name five people that you think will do this. Pass. Leigh has already named the most      likely suspects!


Thanks, Sunny and Lindy!


Rosie



Friday, 16 November 2018

It's that time of year again!




Hi there! Is that you peeking out from those Venetian blinds? Why not come out and say "Hello?" I promise I won't bite. I know it might sound daunting; I found it hard to press that [Publish] button back on Love Our Lurkers Day 2013. I was so nervous, it took me three goes! As it turned out, the first blogger I reached out to was just as nervous as I was. It was her first LOL Day and mine was the first comment on her blog that day. We have been real life friends for a long time now.

At that time I had no cover identity, so I used the 'Anonymous' feature to comment and you are welcome to do the same. You could use a fictitious name in tandem with that, as I did. I chose the name Rosie, a nickname from my dim and distant past. I never imagined then that I'd one day be using it in a blog of my own!

Blogger tells me how many page views each post attracts, so I know that many people read without commenting. What it can't tell me - or anyone else - is who you are. I'd love to hear from you but, whether you come out to play or not, I'd like to thank you for reading my blog.

Love, Rosie




Friday, 9 November 2018

He Has Spoken - Ella's Meme

Harry agreed to take part in Ella's meme but when it came to answering the questions it was like pulling teeth! Maybe my interrogation skills need some work!

1. If you could be 16 years old again for a day, how would you spend those 24 hours?
 I enjoyed being sixteen, I wouldn't change whatever I was doing at the time.

2. Name one thing your wife could do for which you would spank her in a heartbeat.
Nothing comes to mind. No, really, nothing!


Oops! How did that get in there?

3. Is there a holiday destination or experience about which you have always dreamed?
 I've always wanted to go to the Maldives.

 Would you want to take your wife or do this particular trip on your own?
 It would be no fun without Rosie.

4. Tell us about something your wife does that has a childlike quality to it. It could be something happy or silly or something else.
Beeping my nose!

5. As a father, what was something that you did with your children that brought you a great deal of happiness.
Everything.

(Rosie: Our daughters are both Daddy's girls. Harry's the one that got broody and was really hands-on right from the start. The only thing he couldn't do was nurse them.)

6. Do you see your wife as submissive?
I wish...

7. Which of you is the most outgoing?
That's a tricky one, neither of us is really outgoing.

8. What is an outdoor activity that you enjoy?
I took up skiing last year at the ripe old age of 67 and can't get enough of it.

An indoor activity? (besides sex!)
Reading, both fiction and non-fiction.

9. What's the greatest car that's ever been built?
I'm a motor racing fan and the Maserati 250f gets my vote.




10. Do you like to shop for your own clothes or do you prefer that your wife does that for you? Or is the Internet the best way to shop?
A mixture of all three. The best results are when we shop together in a store.

11. Think about films you like. Are they usually ones that you and your wife both enjoy? Or do your tastes run far from what she usually likes?
We usually like the same films; our favourite is 'A Good Year'. Rosie likes films that have happy endings, so there are some I watch alone.

12. When you are away from home, what do you miss the most?
Rosie, of course.


Harry

Friday, 19 October 2018

Just a Quickie

No, not that kind of quickie! I'm popping in to let you know that, although I haven't been seen around Blogland for a week or so, I have been reading blogs daily. Blogger is being a right royal pain and will not allow me to post comments, either in my name or as anonymous.  It may be a coincidence but the problem started when I updated my operating system. It's possible that I've upset something in the settings but I don't have time to plough through all that right now. My best laid plans have gone awry and work, family and life in general have conspired against me.

To make things worse, I managed to put my back out whilst washing my hair over the bathtub on Monday morning. I can't wash it in the shower; the water running over my head and face makes me feel like I'm drowning. I leant over a little bit too far when rinsing off the conditioner and wham! The pain shot across my back, taking my breath away. That happens every so often, a legacy from a slipped disc years ago, so I know the drill. Harry has been on my case very helpful, reminding me to take analgesics regularly and get the right balance between rest and exercise. Monday evening I got up to walk about a bit and went into the dining room, which doubles as our office, where Harry was working on his computer. I stood beside him, with my hands resting on top of a high-backed chair. Whatever he was doing wasn't working out and he was getting impatient. I made a sassy comment and, placing a hand on my bottom, Harry asked whether that had been a wise move on my part, given my situation. I couldn't help laughing and my bottom received several sharp smacks. I didn't stop laughing, even when he got up to get a better aim. I was alarmed when he opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out my old-fashioned, heavy, ruler. He'd never used that as an implement before and it stung! It was all in fun though; I'd been well supported by the chair and it was good for keeping up my spirits.

The pain has subsided and I just have a bit of back ache now. Harry has taken a couple of days off and we are having a long weekend at home, pottering about. Back to normal on Monday, I hope.

Have a good weekend.

Rosie

Friday, 14 September 2018

Checking In

From time to time Meredith gently chides me for not posting in a while. The thing is, when I started blogging, after testing the waters as a guest on the blogs of two friends, I was already wondering what on Earth I was going to blog about. By then Harry and I had been on the ttwd path for three years. That doesn't mean we had it all down pat, we still haven't, but we had pretty much shaped the way we wanted our version to go. Pouting, flouncing and door slamming had all been consigned to history by that point, along with some other undesirable traits, so there is seldom anything of note to tell. Punishment doesn't figure in our dynamic, though there is discipline in the shape of 'reminders' and resets. There are no rules to be broken.

Or are there? When is, "I don't like you standing on a chair to get to get to the top shelves," the same as a rule? And what about, "Remember to take your phone with you when you leave the house."  How does that translate to, "You're in trouble," if I forget it? I guess the answer is that we have one golden rule, which encompasses anything and everything that Harry feels compromises my safety and he will always spank for that. 

Though I've vastly improved, I still slip up with the phone rule once in a while. Back in the summer, we were going to a fun 'do' at the invitation of one of our clients. At the last minute, Harry was called in to solve a problem at work and we had to travel separately. Our younger daughter was home on her yearly visit and was accompanying us to the event. Harry said he would call me when he was done to find out where to join us and I was to be sure to take my phone. As daughter and I walked into the the venue her phone rang. It was Harry; the problem had been resolved quickly and he was already there. We met up with him and he asked why I hadn't responded to his five calls. I opened my handbag, thinking I must have left the phone on silent after my gym session that morning. Sadly, I had left it on my bedside table. I looked aghast at Harry, remembering the spanking I got the last time I left it at home. You can imagine 'the look' he gave me. With our daughter there he could only say, "Don't say a word," but I was already envisaging another date with the jam spoon.

That was the last time I got into any real trouble and life has been pretty smooth since then. So smooth, in fact, that I recently asked Harry if I could give him some feedback on spanking. As I wrote in a post a while back, fun spankings are lovely but I crave discipline to remain on an even keel. Harry was still giving reminder spankings but, as I explained to him, there was so much rubbing, squeezing and stroking that the purpose of the spanking got lost and there was no after effect to remind me I had been spanked. He took that on board and reminders are now back to more business, less fun. He has also reverted to giving me 'appointments' for reminders. I love the anticipation after receiving his texts:






This morning, Harry was up and dressed ready to run an errand while I was still lounging in bed. I heard him shut the window and looked up to see that he had two paddles in his hand. I'm writing this with a hot bottom. Happy Weekend!




Rosie

Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Rosie's Notebook





I have a notebook in which I write stories, outline my posts before drafting them online and jot down ideas for future posts. That last one is of little use because, by the time I get round to writing it, someone else has usually written on the same subject. Sometimes I write down those moments that make me think, "That's going in my blog!" The trouble with those is that they either don't fit any of the subject matter or the note is so cryptic that I can't remember what the heck it was about. 

The notebook is getting really tatty so I decided to have a cull of all the loose pages and notes that I'm never going to use. Some of the short notes made me smile and, whilst none of them would make a post of its own, they might make amusing reading.

So, for your entertainment, here are some snippets from Rosie's notebook:

๐ŸŒŸI was brought up not to use profane or vulgar language, a constraint of which Harry heartily approves. Sometimes, though, a vulgar expression slips out, such as the time when we were having lunch in the garden and our cat pawed at me to get some of my bacon. He took me by surprise, causing me to drop my fork and use a very rude, though not profane, word. Harry chided me for the slip and I asked how come he can say it and I can't. His response was, "Because I'm the one who wields the paddle." I was taken aback by that because, at that time, spanking was strictly for fun. I had no premonition of how that was to change.

๐ŸŒŸOn the same theme, Harry and I were sitting side by side on the sofa. I was reading and he was looking at funny cat videos on his phone. He showed me a picture of a very cross looking cat. This was recently, a couple of days after PK put up a TBT post on how she got her name and I told him a very short version of the story. I said she was pissed with her friend, who shot back a photo of a pissed looking kitty. Without looking away from his phone, he made a 'cut-off' gesture with his hand and said, "That's two, no more."

๐ŸŒŸStill with the bad language theme, there was a time when I borrowed Harry's car and took a corner too fast. I frightened myself silly and shouted out the F-word, one of only three times I've used it in my life. I was relieved that Harry had no occasion to review the dash-cam footage because it recorded sound as well as sight. Had he heard my language I wouldn't have sat for a week - and that would have been after the spanking for bad driving.

๐ŸŒŸI have no idea what this one was about! The note just said Harry held up a hand, making a spanking gesture, and said, "I'm the one with the slappy hand, I make the rules."

๐ŸŒŸAnother note read 'Annoying - hand - itch'. I remember this event but not what I did to annoy Harry. Whatever it was, I stopped when he held up his spanking hand and scratched the palm with the index finger of the other hand. 

๐ŸŒŸ"I didn't say be dull, I just said behave." I earned that reprimand when were in the kitchen doing the dishes and I had been teasing Harry, a bit too close to the line.

๐ŸŒŸThis is my favourite and I've saved it till last. Harry told me he had an event planned for the evening, called 'Red Globes At Sunset'. He then announced the warnings, as they do on television. "You are advised that there will be spanking and scenes of a sexual nature, but no bad language." It all came to pass exactly as planned.


Life may be stressful at times but it's rarely dull in Harry and Rosie land!


Rosie

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Three Bags Full


This post was supposed to be a short snapshot of an event last week but, as I was trying to make sense of my reaction, it seemed to take on a life of its own, reminding me of another struggle with submission a few years ago.


Baa Baa Black Sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full


One morning last week, Harry and I both woke before the 5.45am alarm went off. We lay there, quietly savouring the few more minutes before the clamour of a new day intruded. When the alarm went off I kept my eyes closed but soon became aware that Harry was rearranging the bedding. I turned to see what he was up to - what was the fat bolster doing on the bed? There's only one reason for that and I was soon draped over the thing having my bottom tanned. Afterwards, there was a short question and answer session and the last of my answers was, "Yes." 

"Yes, what?" came Harry's response.

I looked at him, puzzled.

"Yes, Sir." he said.

Nooooo! Over five years in and he's never asked me to call him Sir before. I don't want to! I can't do it! I won't!

He smiled, recognising my inner struggle and letting the demand go. It had been a 'just because' spanking, no discipline involved. Maybe he was just teasing me.


As spanking just for fun morphed into ttwd all by itself we never had 'The Conversation', so there was no discussion on what would or wouldn't work. If there had been, calling Harry 'Sir' would have been right up there with corner time on the 'Not on your Nellie' list. Harry remained oblivious to the concept of corner time until a couple of years later, when I wrote a Fantasy Friday story that featured it. Not long after, he gave me a four o'clock appointment and told me, if he were held up in traffic and wasn't home by the appointed time, I was to wait for him in the corner between the dresser and the wardrobe. Back then, an appointment was specifically for a 'reminder' and I would wait for him in our room, sitting on the bed, bottom already bared. There was no way I was going into that corner, half-naked or otherwise, and I told him so. He said that was up to me but non-compliance would be met with the wooden paddle.

After I was up and about and had drunk enough coffee to start my day, I walked into the corner to see how it felt. I barely managed ten seconds. I tried again at lunchtime but the result was just the same. I wasn't too worried about the wooden paddle. Harry might take me over my limit for my obstinacy but he isn't a tyrant. That wasn't the real issue. I knew he would be disappointed that I'd flouted his wishes. But I couldn't do it, I really couldn't, it was just too humiliating. I was still pretty much a lurker in Blogland then but I had a good friend in Jan, our lovely English Rose, and decided to email her for advice. Unfortunately for me, she was out for the day but, as four o'clock approached and Harry wasn't home, I felt sure she would have told me to do what he wanted. Harry was only five minutes late but it felt like an eternity in that corner. Jan's email, urging me to do as he wanted, pinged into my inbox halfway through the spanking. She thought he was probably testing his power and I'm sure she was right. He's never asked me to do it since.


I don't know what prompted Harry to throw in the 'Sir' response; nor can I make sense of my strong reaction, because I am not the same person I was five years ago. Oh, yes, I'm still the same strong, intelligent, person I always was but I am now a better, happier, version of me. One who revels in her husband's assertiveness and has more respect for him than ever before. One who will say "Sir" should he require it in future.



Rosie