No this is not another Regency post, although we all did professe to hate the French over the weekend too, Napolean was a bit of a pain back then.
And really it's not so much the French, as one man, Thierry the fecker Henry that I'm pissed off at. Not only did he deny our brave lil soccer team from progressing to the World Cup finals through the daylight robbery of a double hand balling, the bastard. Oh no it wasn't enough to dash the hopes of a nation in the depths of recession and a climate that Jesus himself hadn't miracles enough to have improved.
No, not content with all that, the bastard then went and got me spanked. For bad language. In public. In front of young children to be precise. Abel was not pleased to hear me shout 'that fucking, asshole' in the local pub we were having lunch in. Not that Henry the fecker was actually in the pub. No he just appeared on the TV and that was enough. God knows what punishment I'd have gotten if I'd had the chance to punch the asshole.
As it was I got dragged home and led upstairs. A short lecture where I had to agree that one must mind one's language in public, especially when children are present. Even if provoked.
In resignation and with some fear watched as he removed his belt. Without fuss, quietly bent over the bed, knickers down, skirt up as instructed. Struggled through 6 fierce strokes of the belt across my bottom.
Hated that I was being disciplined. Eagerly rushed into his arms for comforting hugs and forgiveness.
Fucking French!
Tuesday, November 24
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I'm sure Abel would be glad to spank half the French population, too, given the opportunity.
As someone who is always trying to curb their foul language, that one was probably a "fair cop", though if memory serves, the person doling out the lesson is no angel either ;-)
If the small children don't speak the language in which you're swearing, is it still okay to swear in front of them?
No Graham, it's not. Because just think of it, is that the first impression you want them to have of your language?
This post brings back such intense feelings. After 'playing' with Lady Grace at the house party all weekend, punishing *you* *properly* was remarkably powerful.
That you deserved it; that we both felt it right to deal with the issue like this... The very traditional way in which it happened - unbuckling my belt, you bending over the bed... That six strokes in those circumstances felt like I was punishing you far more severely than when I've given you dozens in scenes... Hugging afterwards...
I'm still astonished by how intense it was. And loved reading your account of it.
Hugs...
Hi Emma,
Every Irish man woman and child in the country (I’m a Dub)…..felt the same anger and resentment towards Henry that night. All I could hear around me was bad language from both the men and women, but I will hazard a guess here by saying that you wereprobably the only lucky one who got spanked afterwards.
Love the blog Emma…..”Come on Ireland”….we’ll be back!!
Still catching up on the blog! I assume you are still pissed off about that handball. If it's any concolation every French person I met for a week after was apologising to me!
Hello mate, great blog post
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