“Mum has died.” She blurted out!

How can a day go from so good to so bad in just a split second?

So rather reluctantly I got naked, bent over, and got six gentle taps on my bum with the cane.

“Stay there, smile!” MA instructed.
“Very funny indeed, have the marks come out OK.” I asked.
“No they don’t show up, I think I need to thrash you with the Lexan Cane just to make sure!”
“NO!”
“Just kidding the picture looks fine let’s get it on the laptop to make sure.”

A bit of tweaking and cropping in Photoshop and we were all set to finish the HNT post that we started three days before.
You can see it HERE and remember to click the picture for the ALTERNATIVE view.

A rather belated HAPPY HNT!

The idea was to take the two photographs on Wednesday evening, but I got delayed at work so I did not get around to MA’s place until late so we never got around to taking the pictures.

The following morning we were getting ready for work when we remembered the HNT. I was still in my PJs and MA was dressed and getting her packed lunch ready. I was all for postponing for a week but MA was really keen to do it.

“You’re still naked so you can be the subject!” she was really excited.
“But the whole idea is for you to be in the picture so your boobs are shown in the mirror.” I explained.
“Boobs or Moobs it’s all the same, get naked and let’s do it!” She handed me the cane.

We had taken the first picture. She had swished my bum half a dozen times with the cane and we were just about to compose the second picture when the doorbell rang.

I was naked and sporting a semi so MA answered the door. It was a parcel for the neighbour. Impeccable timing FedEx! She signed for the parcel, grabbed the neighbour’s spare key and took the parcel around and put it in his hall.

By the time she got back it was late so she had to run to catch her train.

We had not taken the second picture! I played around with the self timer on the camera but to no avail, I could not get the composition correct and I too had run out of time.

So we only got to do half of our intended HNT.
All being well we can finish the job at the weekend!

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Apparently AS was involved in a traffic accident, she drove the wrong way up a one way street and bumped into another car. Unfortunately the police tuned up at just the wrong moment and she ended up in the Magistrates Court trying to wriggle out of getting her driving license revoked.

MA was intrigued by the domestic discipline punishment spanking idea.

“So AS crashed her company’s vehicle, GR got mad and is going to spank her in public?” She suggested.
“I doubt that very much, in fact I an certain it’s exactly the opposite. AS has asked to be spanked.”
“I don’t get it.” MA looked puzzled.
“I am confident that all will be explained by AS at the dinner party.”

On Saturday evening half a dozen kinky people watched as AS dropped her knickers and her husband GR gave her 18 whacks with a cane.

Over dinner AS explained what had happened.

AS was driving her company vehicle. She was looking for a client’s address, she saw the road she needed and just turned into it, missing the fact it was one way. A car pulling out of a driveway collided with her vehicle. Low speed bump, no real damage. Just at this moment a police car came along and nicked AS for driving along the one way street the wrong way. AS already had a few speeding fines so it was looking likely that she might get a driving ban. She went to court with her legal advisor to try to persuade the Magistrate not to impose a driving ban.

Deep down AS was feeling guilty for her mistake and she considered that she deserved to get banned. However; on the day of the hearing her legal eagle managed to persuade the Magistrate not to impose the driving ban. She did, however, get a huge fine.

But AS was still feeling guilty. She had wanted to be punished. So she asked her husband to cane her in front of some friends.

GR caned her. She apologised for her mistake. We all gave her a big hug. She looked much happier afterwards.

The interesting part about all of this is AS works for a funeral company and she was driving a hearse! (No one in the back, she was just visiting a client to make arrangements for a forthcoming funeral.)

“Now do you understand why AS was feeling so guilty?” I asked MA.
“I totally get it now.” she replied.

I have no idea …

Not just phones! Computers with Skype are good for some naughty play.

But I came across a kinky idea that I really want to try sometime.

GPS Satellite Navigation and SMS combined! It’s a sort of kinky geocaching.

It starts with one person choosing a location for some kinky play, or hiding some kinky items at a location, then programming this location in their partners GPS. Then at some point they SMS their partner and tell them to use the GPS to go the location. The idea of travelling to a location that you don’t know about is a bit like being blindfolded and taken somewhere but without the blindfold. It could be a hotel, a party, an RV parked somewhere quiet …

I think this could be very exciting.