Today I met up with a friend I had never seen before - well, not in the flesh anyway. It was an amazing experience. This is her. She is as lovely as her picture!
Starman knows I "chat" to my friends in Bloggerland. Usually a mixture of emailing, telephone and "on-line" chatting. The one thing I hate about it is the difference in time zones. Invariably when I get the time to read some blogs, everything has moved on so much I feel left behind. But not today. Because it was only a short time ago I discovered that another member of our community lives only about an hour from me! So we agreed that when the half term holiday came around, we would meet up at a half-way point.
But then, Starman suddenly turned into Mr HOH Ivanhoe!
Brandishing his 'virtual' sword he decided he was going to defend me against all odds. Oh dear!
"But this is English Rose, Starman" I explained. "You've spoken to her on the telephone."
"Only to say 'Hello'." He was being a bit implacable. And believe me, Starman does 'implacable' extremely well. "She could be anybody Ami. All these people could be anybody!"
"But only because you won't read about them or try to get to know any of them!" I was beginning to feel thwarted. "I speak to her every week, like I do Minelle!"
"Ah, but Minelle lives across an ocean so you're hardly going to get on the train and nip off to see her for lunch."
"No, but I'd like to." I had to get Starman's 'willing' approval to meeting my friend. It was no good getting shirty with him.
"Look, honey, I'll take my mobile phone, with me. I'll leave you the number of her mobile, and also her home phone number. You can always phone her husband if you are worried."
"But how do I know he's her husband? You read these things in the papers all the time. Women like you are lured into 'situations'!"
"Oh for goodness....." Then I suddenly thought of all the advantages.
I started to grin at Starman - I had this picture in my mind, you know, just laying about all day, being bathed in marble tubs full of rose petals....
Starman saw the grin and wasn't impressed.
"What do I tell the children if something happens to you?" he wanted to know, despite the fact that the 'children' are both in their thirties!
"You just tell them I was meeting a friend for lunch and shopping." My nerves were beginning to shred, but I did reach an agreement, and promptly looked up train times and watched the weather forecast. (As it happened, it was cold and damp when I left home, so I dressed accordingly, then spent a hot, uncomfortable day whilst Jan looked cool, calm and collected!)
I went to bed that night all excited, with dreams of nice lunches and shopping!
I was awake good and early the next morning. Unfortunately Starman was awake 'gooder' and 'earlier'. he was definitely very restless. I decided to have a quick dash downstairs and make us morning drinks. Nothing like a strong cup of Yorkshire tea to sooth a troubled man's brow!
Maybe it wasn't quite as posh as this one, but I did make it in his favourite mug. I thought he would be pleased. He was. But unfortunately whilst I'd still been sleeping he'd done some thinking, and the early morning thoughts of a troubled man are the worst kind.
I had finished my coffee and had snuggled back down under the covers. After all, it wasn't even 7.30 am! I didn't notice him sitting up and making himself comfortable. I could vaguely feel him stroking my left thigh.
Then!!!
The sneaky snake!! I was hoicked into position over his lap and he was stroking my bottom instead of my thigh! My view was of the floorboards (once again!) and he started to explain his worries and to give me instructions. (It wasn't all bad, because he does wondrous things up and down my spine with the tips of his fingers and I end up purring!)
But then I felt a blaze of heat lap across my right cheek! It was repeated on my left!
"What are you doing?!" I shrieked and did my best to roll over. The wonderful stroky hand was now my worst enemy as it pinned me effectively across his lap.
Starman kept spanking, neither too fast nor too slow. Just a pleasant rhythm from side to side, ensuring a rise in temperature.
"I decided that it would be wrong to prevent you from meeting you friend. But that I could ensure a few safety measures."
"So it would be in your best interests to pay attention to what I have to say," he went on. "I will take you down to the station and help you get a return ticket. I will see you on to the train, ensuring that your ticket is an 'any time' return. I will expect you to text me when you sit down for lunch. I will expect you to text me when you are on the train ready for the homeward journey, and I will expect you to text me when you get to D--- (a town ten minutes down the line from our station) so that I can be at the station in time to meet you off the train."
He spanked steadily. The heat wasn't just building. It had built! I cannot possibly describe how much harder and more confident his hands seem after six months of practice!
"And you better not miss that train home, Ami. I mean that."
His hand spanked me right across my bottom stinging me, well, you know where!!! Wow that felt like an ever recurring wasp sting! The rat! I know I am never sore for long, but I knew at that point that it was going to be just the right length of "long"! Sitting for lunch wouldn't be fun on a hard chair!
"I won't miss the train," I assured him, trying to nod my head, (which is very difficult upside down) and thinking to myself that if this was just a little reminder, then I certainly wouldn't want to incur a 'correction'.
"Good. I feel much happier now." He hauled my upright and sat me across his lap. Hmmm. My hand went back to rub gingerly at my rump. But actually, maybe reminders are a good idea. I had just the right amount of burn.
Interval!!
We then had a fascinating post coital discussion about old Victorian spanking knickers. Please do not ask me how this conversation came about. I think it was because I told him I was going underwear shopping yet again, and he said I didn't need them to be spanked, and I said that some husbands started spanking their wives over their knickers and then pulled them down, and I had never had the experience, and then somehow we were talking about knickers like these:
I would prefer a prettier ribbon myself!
But I could see the benefits.
And Starman liked the thought of these the most! Aren't new horizons wonderful things to be travelling towards?!
Hey! I didn't mean new horizons like this!!
The time between breakfast and me catching the train seemed to fly by. I was so happy that Starman put me on the train. I'm not the most confident person around trains, and have been known to get on the wretched things going in the wrong direction in the London underground. However, this journey was so much easier. But I did worry, just a little, that Jan may have changed her mind about meeting me, or that I wouldn't recognise her, or her me.
However, Jan met me at the station and I recognised her straight away because she looks just like her picture.
We got on immediately, and the trouble is that we had so much to talk about that we abandoned shopping in favour of an early lunch in the end. So no armfuls of carrier bags.
We found an empty table with comfortable chairs (bliss!) and sat down opposite each other. We had a lovely, and healthy lunch in a large department store, and were soon deep in conversation about our favourite topic - spanking! That is, until an elderly couple came and sat one on either side of us! We couldn't believe it. It certainly cramped out style! Luckily they didn't stay too long. Probably the whispered conversation got to them!
No, no, I swear we didn't give this impression! More like this
It was such a relief to be able to chat with a like-minded friend. We talked about all sorts of things, not just spanking situations, but of course that little topic was pretty near the top of our agenda.
Jan had brought me a lovely pressie to hang on the wall near my computer. I've done my best to photograph it. It was so well chosen. Thank you very much Jan!
It reads "Friends are like stars, You don't have to see them to know they are there!" What a kind thought!
We found we had many similarities in our dynamics, and of course there were things we did differently. But it was the camaraderie, the understanding of something shared, that was so heart warming. It is only when you meet in the flesh that you realise how isolated we all are, and how very important our little community is. The friends I have made here mean a great deal to me.
We chatted so much that lunch was suddenly 'afternoon tea'. This is where I cross my fingers and put my hands behind my back and mutter the word cake! I know, I know - sadly I ate far too much. It looked so nice, and I just succumbed.
Yet another black mark on my list of shortcomings for the week! But before you ask, yes, I did remember to text Starman. I told him that we were having a lovely lunch and not to worry as I was obviously considered too old and intimidating to warrant the risk of adding me to some far away harem. All he replied was "Good."
So our afternoon slid rapidly towards the time when I had to return to catch my train. We did, however, manage to visit a shop or two, and yes, I was able to add to my collection of lacy knickers! (As if I wouldn't!) I did, however, buy practical and comfortable ones, without a back seam. (I wonder why that is?!) And I got three pairs for the price of two!
We caught a taxi back to the station, and Jan went to collect her car from the car park before the ticket ran out. We are definitely going to meet up again - but next time we both hope we won't have to sit on sore bottoms!
I got on the train and texted Starman to say I was safely aboard. He replied "Good."
When the train reached D---, I again texted him and he replied "Good."
So I texted him and said "Just 'Good'?"
He replied "Gooooooooood!"
I tried again "I love you. XXXXXXXXX."
He replied "Good."
I sat quietly watching the countryside drift past. Then my phone went. Another text.
"It's raining cats and dogs here. When you get off the train, don't go across the bridge, go through the gap in the wall and down the steps to the car park at the back, and I'll meet you with an umbrella!"
I texted back "Good!"
In fact, I couldn't believe my luck. The carriage I was travelling in stopped right opposite the gap. I fumbled madly with the door. In the UK you have to wind down the window, then lean out and turn the handle on the 'outside' of the door in order to leave the train. I got in such a flap! Luckily a boy of about 15 waded in to help, and then (horrors) took my arm like an old lady and helped me down the step and on to the platform. (I'm still mortified!)
I ran through the rain, quickly down the steps and into Starman's arms. It felt so good to be met. I had gotten into such a panic that the door wasn't opening and I would end up miles down the line at another station!
But now I was back in the place I felt the safest. I felt very cherished and cared for.
I am soooo glad my husband is my bestest friend of all!
Brandishing his 'virtual' sword he decided he was going to defend me against all odds. Oh dear!
"But this is English Rose, Starman" I explained. "You've spoken to her on the telephone."
"Only to say 'Hello'." He was being a bit implacable. And believe me, Starman does 'implacable' extremely well. "She could be anybody Ami. All these people could be anybody!"
"But only because you won't read about them or try to get to know any of them!" I was beginning to feel thwarted. "I speak to her every week, like I do Minelle!"
"Ah, but Minelle lives across an ocean so you're hardly going to get on the train and nip off to see her for lunch."
"No, but I'd like to." I had to get Starman's 'willing' approval to meeting my friend. It was no good getting shirty with him.
"Look, honey, I'll take my mobile phone, with me. I'll leave you the number of her mobile, and also her home phone number. You can always phone her husband if you are worried."
"But how do I know he's her husband? You read these things in the papers all the time. Women like you are lured into 'situations'!"
"Oh for goodness....." Then I suddenly thought of all the advantages.
I started to grin at Starman - I had this picture in my mind, you know, just laying about all day, being bathed in marble tubs full of rose petals....
Starman saw the grin and wasn't impressed.
"What do I tell the children if something happens to you?" he wanted to know, despite the fact that the 'children' are both in their thirties!
"You just tell them I was meeting a friend for lunch and shopping." My nerves were beginning to shred, but I did reach an agreement, and promptly looked up train times and watched the weather forecast. (As it happened, it was cold and damp when I left home, so I dressed accordingly, then spent a hot, uncomfortable day whilst Jan looked cool, calm and collected!)
I went to bed that night all excited, with dreams of nice lunches and shopping!
I was awake good and early the next morning. Unfortunately Starman was awake 'gooder' and 'earlier'. he was definitely very restless. I decided to have a quick dash downstairs and make us morning drinks. Nothing like a strong cup of Yorkshire tea to sooth a troubled man's brow!
Maybe it wasn't quite as posh as this one, but I did make it in his favourite mug. I thought he would be pleased. He was. But unfortunately whilst I'd still been sleeping he'd done some thinking, and the early morning thoughts of a troubled man are the worst kind.
I had finished my coffee and had snuggled back down under the covers. After all, it wasn't even 7.30 am! I didn't notice him sitting up and making himself comfortable. I could vaguely feel him stroking my left thigh.
Then!!!
The sneaky snake!! I was hoicked into position over his lap and he was stroking my bottom instead of my thigh! My view was of the floorboards (once again!) and he started to explain his worries and to give me instructions. (It wasn't all bad, because he does wondrous things up and down my spine with the tips of his fingers and I end up purring!)
But then I felt a blaze of heat lap across my right cheek! It was repeated on my left!
"What are you doing?!" I shrieked and did my best to roll over. The wonderful stroky hand was now my worst enemy as it pinned me effectively across his lap.
Starman kept spanking, neither too fast nor too slow. Just a pleasant rhythm from side to side, ensuring a rise in temperature.
"I decided that it would be wrong to prevent you from meeting you friend. But that I could ensure a few safety measures."
"So it would be in your best interests to pay attention to what I have to say," he went on. "I will take you down to the station and help you get a return ticket. I will see you on to the train, ensuring that your ticket is an 'any time' return. I will expect you to text me when you sit down for lunch. I will expect you to text me when you are on the train ready for the homeward journey, and I will expect you to text me when you get to D--- (a town ten minutes down the line from our station) so that I can be at the station in time to meet you off the train."
He spanked steadily. The heat wasn't just building. It had built! I cannot possibly describe how much harder and more confident his hands seem after six months of practice!
"And you better not miss that train home, Ami. I mean that."
His hand spanked me right across my bottom stinging me, well, you know where!!! Wow that felt like an ever recurring wasp sting! The rat! I know I am never sore for long, but I knew at that point that it was going to be just the right length of "long"! Sitting for lunch wouldn't be fun on a hard chair!
"I won't miss the train," I assured him, trying to nod my head, (which is very difficult upside down) and thinking to myself that if this was just a little reminder, then I certainly wouldn't want to incur a 'correction'.
"Good. I feel much happier now." He hauled my upright and sat me across his lap. Hmmm. My hand went back to rub gingerly at my rump. But actually, maybe reminders are a good idea. I had just the right amount of burn.
Interval!!
We then had a fascinating post coital discussion about old Victorian spanking knickers. Please do not ask me how this conversation came about. I think it was because I told him I was going underwear shopping yet again, and he said I didn't need them to be spanked, and I said that some husbands started spanking their wives over their knickers and then pulled them down, and I had never had the experience, and then somehow we were talking about knickers like these:
I would prefer a prettier ribbon myself!
But I could see the benefits.
And Starman liked the thought of these the most! Aren't new horizons wonderful things to be travelling towards?!
Hey! I didn't mean new horizons like this!!
The time between breakfast and me catching the train seemed to fly by. I was so happy that Starman put me on the train. I'm not the most confident person around trains, and have been known to get on the wretched things going in the wrong direction in the London underground. However, this journey was so much easier. But I did worry, just a little, that Jan may have changed her mind about meeting me, or that I wouldn't recognise her, or her me.
However, Jan met me at the station and I recognised her straight away because she looks just like her picture.
We got on immediately, and the trouble is that we had so much to talk about that we abandoned shopping in favour of an early lunch in the end. So no armfuls of carrier bags.
We found an empty table with comfortable chairs (bliss!) and sat down opposite each other. We had a lovely, and healthy lunch in a large department store, and were soon deep in conversation about our favourite topic - spanking! That is, until an elderly couple came and sat one on either side of us! We couldn't believe it. It certainly cramped out style! Luckily they didn't stay too long. Probably the whispered conversation got to them!
No, no, I swear we didn't give this impression! More like this
It was such a relief to be able to chat with a like-minded friend. We talked about all sorts of things, not just spanking situations, but of course that little topic was pretty near the top of our agenda.
Jan had brought me a lovely pressie to hang on the wall near my computer. I've done my best to photograph it. It was so well chosen. Thank you very much Jan!
It reads "Friends are like stars, You don't have to see them to know they are there!" What a kind thought!
We found we had many similarities in our dynamics, and of course there were things we did differently. But it was the camaraderie, the understanding of something shared, that was so heart warming. It is only when you meet in the flesh that you realise how isolated we all are, and how very important our little community is. The friends I have made here mean a great deal to me.
Yet another black mark on my list of shortcomings for the week! But before you ask, yes, I did remember to text Starman. I told him that we were having a lovely lunch and not to worry as I was obviously considered too old and intimidating to warrant the risk of adding me to some far away harem. All he replied was "Good."
So our afternoon slid rapidly towards the time when I had to return to catch my train. We did, however, manage to visit a shop or two, and yes, I was able to add to my collection of lacy knickers! (As if I wouldn't!) I did, however, buy practical and comfortable ones, without a back seam. (I wonder why that is?!) And I got three pairs for the price of two!
We caught a taxi back to the station, and Jan went to collect her car from the car park before the ticket ran out. We are definitely going to meet up again - but next time we both hope we won't have to sit on sore bottoms!
I got on the train and texted Starman to say I was safely aboard. He replied "Good."
When the train reached D---, I again texted him and he replied "Good."
So I texted him and said "Just 'Good'?"
He replied "Gooooooooood!"
I tried again "I love you. XXXXXXXXX."
He replied "Good."
I sat quietly watching the countryside drift past. Then my phone went. Another text.
"It's raining cats and dogs here. When you get off the train, don't go across the bridge, go through the gap in the wall and down the steps to the car park at the back, and I'll meet you with an umbrella!"
I texted back "Good!"
In fact, I couldn't believe my luck. The carriage I was travelling in stopped right opposite the gap. I fumbled madly with the door. In the UK you have to wind down the window, then lean out and turn the handle on the 'outside' of the door in order to leave the train. I got in such a flap! Luckily a boy of about 15 waded in to help, and then (horrors) took my arm like an old lady and helped me down the step and on to the platform. (I'm still mortified!)
I ran through the rain, quickly down the steps and into Starman's arms. It felt so good to be met. I had gotten into such a panic that the door wasn't opening and I would end up miles down the line at another station!
But now I was back in the place I felt the safest. I felt very cherished and cared for.
I am soooo glad my husband is my bestest friend of all!
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