Nostalgia

Ahh, the good old days! How we miss them, a time when women knew their place and domestic transgressions were punished by a good old fashioned spanking over hubby’s knee after which he was rewarded for his efforts with steak and kidney pie for tea and , all going well, sex with the landing light on so if he was lucky he might get a good eyeful of his Misses through her nearly see through nighty.

But how would I know? I would guess from looking a them that these photographs of domestic discipline were taken in the sixties or early seventies, and of course I wasn’t even born then, let alone reached my spank by date.

And where is a woman’s place these days? Well I know where mine is and it’s in charge of my own sexual destiny, and supposing, just supposing, the remote possibility that from time to time Elizabeth might find her self struggling and spitting over a man’s knee with her panties down (a silly idea of course) then it’s because ,she carefully and subtly planted the idea in the man’s mind in the first place that a good spanking was just what young Elizabeth needed. (Let me draw breath here as that was such a long sentence!)

A plague on the good old days and a plague on domestic bullies and golf playing stamp collecting Sunday morning car washing small town tyrants, but let’s have more gorgeous men with lively minds , inquisitive and vibrant members, and enough bedroom imagination to know that there is a time to give that cheeky minx in your life a sharp stinging session over your knee because that’s exactly what you both want!