Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Apologies Where Apologies Are Due

Just a short one. I just wanted to set something straight. During the last couple of days I have been involved in an email conversation with someone who calls themselves Jim. This conversation started out friendly but has become increasingly abusive. I won't say more than this about it. And I am not going to apologise for what I said during this conversation, far from it.

What I wanted to say was that almost at the same time as one of those emails arrived in my inbox a comment appeared on my blog. This comment was perfectly friendly (given the nature of my blog suggestions to my red haired friend to make my spankings more painful may be seen as friendly...grins!). But it was signed by someone who called themselves Jim.

I assumed it was the same person, the one writing emails, so in my annoyance I removed it. Thing is, I am not completely sure, any more. So – this is what I wanted to say, really – if there is a perfectly decent person leaving comments on my blog calling yourself Jim and you are not identical to the one with the nasty emails, I wish to sincerely apologise to you. I am really sorry I removed your comment.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Slip of the Tongue

Did you watch the Spanish Grand Prix, this weekend? We did. I can only congratulate Mark Webber for winning but before he did, something extraordinary happened.

Lewis Hamilton was set to take second place and all was going smoothly. That is, until the penultimate lap. Can you believe it, he had a puncture. I was in shock.

When I am like that, I tend to say stupid things. What I said was something along the lines of 'Nooooo...I can't believe it....spank me...this can't be true....aaaarrrgghhh!!'

Someone very red haired in close proximity picked up on a tiny part of my ramblings. 'That can be arranged,' she said and I swear, she had a very content smile on her face.

She wasn't in her cruel mood, no she was smiling and said she was happy to oblige. She had me get the hairbrush and soon I was across her lap, skirt up and knickers down.

All right, it wasn't too bad. The hairbrush is not too painful, I kind of like the hairbrush. I hadn't expected it but when it happened I could, sort of, enjoy that warm feeling I always get in my bottom after a spanking.

Friday, 7 May 2010

Welcome to Reality

Warning, this is a completely spanking free blogpost, so if this will make you disappointed you may stop reading now. What I wanted to say was only that we have had a general election here in the United Kingdom which resulted in a balanced or hung parliament.

This fact is taken as a disaster by many, that not one party have a proper majority of MPs. They are upset that now the parties may have to negotiate and form coalitions. To this I only want to say: 'welcome to reality'.

It is the common way in many democracies, that not one party gains majority, that parties have to compromise and negotiate. It is only in strange systems, as those in UK and USA, where the number of MPs, or similar, isn't proportional to the number of votes, this doesn't happen all the time.

No, I am not turning political and this blog will definitely not be a political blog. Just wanted to say this.

Anyway, this calls for the telling of a joke (mind you, a phonological joke, not a racist joke). It goes like this:

A British politician travels to the Far East and is treated to a fancy dinner where she has to politely converse with her host. She tries to show her interest in the political system.

'How often do you have elections?'

The man, by her side, looks confused and a little embarrassed. Then his face opens up in a big smile.

'Evely molning.'