...another of my Archers fantasies extracts - Well Shula is a pain isn't she? And as for Alistair! I think this beats (pun intended!) decorating the bedroom or family bike rides (remember them?!)to liven up their lives...
The following is part of what happens after Shula'd bonked Richard in the cricket pavilion

And as he pondered Alistair thought of the times Shula could be just a bit – well – smug and pompous… She did have a way of thinking she knew what was best for everyone. He couldn’t bear the thought of her betrayal but he knew she was really sorry and a repentant and subdued Shula was quite refreshing… Why, smacking her arse could be quite enjoyable… Purely to serve justice and make her feel better of course. Alistair could be as noble as Shula at her best. No wonder they loved each other despite the awful rift.

So purely in the interest of justice Alistair went away and thought about Shula’s punishment. To his astonishment he found his ‘research’ quite a pleasant distraction from the hurt, humiliation and anger of her affair. He’d always considered himself a ‘new man’ so other than as a schoolboy and just occasionally as a student he’d avoided ‘men’s magazines’ but he remembered the odd ‘spanking pose’… In order to further his research he bought a copy of ‘Fiesta’ at a motorway stop en route to a conference. He wondered if there’d always been this much about spanking… He could ring up and hear the babysitter being spanked (all the noises) or there was the college girl wife accepting hard punishment or ‘timeless tales of classic corporal punishment.’ Alistair was too sophisticated and too nervous to ring a premium rate number although he found himself surprisingly affected by the lure of “lower your knickers and bend over” and “Sally strapped across her bare behind”. He particularly enjoyed the “Timeless Tales” advert with its tasteful line drawing of a pretty young thing wearing nothing but stilettos and being caned by a professional man and then there was the drawing of a woman not unlike Shula… Only she was bent over a desk wearing stockings and suspenders with stilettos and her knickers around her knees...

Further to my dialogue with Usky - This is my version of Robert's and Lynda's reunion after he went AWOL for those few days...

I returned to Ambridge with a heavy heart. I loved Lyndy but if she could not accept my position over my daughters we would have to part. I loved her but I was no doormat. That it should have come to this I thought sadly, remembering all Lynda’s support for me over the years with the girls’ mother and the business.
Imagine my surprise, then when Lynda fell upon me, weeping and promising the earth; begging me to stay. How could I resist my beautiful and apologetic wife? Light of my life. My Lyndy. My marriage wasn’t over. Lynda had seen reason and loved me still! Of course I forgave her! And then as I took in the glorious sight of my repentant wife a thought entered my head and caused me further disturbance in the trouser department as I saw Ellen’s pert little bottom being soundly caned and spanked. Well, it would be ungentlemanly to make love to Lynda while ‘seeing’ Ellen’s delectable rump.

I was joking with Usksider about The Archers. I have written some 'alternative' versions of the everyday folk. This is the opening of my story of the llamas as a birthday present.
(Lynda convinces herself spanking isn't kinky by dressing it up as some sort of new age philosophy and use of Gallic vocab in her appalling French accent)

Lynda was so excited at the ‘stroke of genius’ that had led to buying Robert the llamas. He was concerned about the extravagance, demurred and insisted they be returned, but he fell for their charms, as she knew he would. They were a lot more loving than his dreadful daughters but she wouldn’t dwell on that. As she so often told Robert, she wasn’t one to bear a grudge; even in the face of massive provocation. And they both knew how often poor Lynda was provoked; but then someone of her refined sensitivities and skills was unlikely to be understood by others – all artists were doomed to suffer so…
There was a slightly embarrassing fallout from her brilliantly perceptive present, though. Lynda was now well used to the domestic discipline that Robert and she found so conducive to good marital harmony. She enjoyed the enthusiastic lovemaking that inevitably followed as a rebalancing of their ying and yang and appropriate reassurance that was an integral part of domestic discipline. Of course she knew Robert got a frisson from spanking her; but she was, after all a very desirable woman, as they both knew. There was nothing ‘kinky’ about this she often told herself. She was also aware that she found her ‘fessées’ thrilling as well as shaming, but knew it was to do with restored harmony, reassurances of Robert’s interest, natural justice, love etc, etc…
His birthday present resulted in some firm fondling of Lynda’s derrière, as well as of the llamas. As he protested at the cost of her gift, he told her how naughty she was for her extravagance and hinted at her need for discipline but without the seriousness he preserved for such ministrations. When Constanza licked Robert’s ear he knew he was bewitched by both his wife and the llamas. He couldn’t possibly part with Wolfgang and Constanza. He was as smitten with them as he was by the naughty, bewitching and charming Lynda as he whispered in her ear while fondling that twitching bottom of hers.
Lynda continued to twitch uncomfortably as Robert repeated how ‘naughty’ and ‘sexy’ his wife was. As she felt his eagerness for her she couldn’t help feeling a little smug at his continued ardour despite his milestone birthday and their years together. Of course Lynda wasn’t going to allow Robert to spank her when she really didn’t deserve it, flattered as she was that he so obviously desired her. Of course Lynda was wearing her nicest underwear for Robert’s birthday and she always wore stockings when not in smart or sensible trousers…

I know - Unlikely isn't it? If Mr Bennett did indulge he certainly wouldn't be telling us about it - He's far too private - strangely so, for a man who's mined his life for such wonderful autobiographical and fictional gems. I loved his more recent book where he was more open because he thought he might be dying. So pleased he's still around.

Now where was I? Oh, yes! AB and fluffy handcuffs! My cariad's been working around the house today (even kinks need radiators fixed and hooks hung - for tea towel I hasten to add!)and we decided on a little lie-down. I was amused at juxtaposition of said cuffs on my copy of AB's writing. They're not serious cuffs - just ones you buy from Ann Summers and the like - bondage-lite rather than serious bondage, but fun.

It was my Cariad's birthday recently and he got a new cane and second pair of handcuffs - Well, I always think a man's got to have a hobby! Needless to say he tried out both on me and found them in satisfactory working order.

20 copies of my short stories have been shipped and are heading my way. Will be great to see them. And then I must get on with putting together books of spanking stories....

Despite having been incredibly busy I have achieved my first goal. I have uploaded the proofed version of my 'straight' short story collection and ordered copies so I will have physical copies of my writing. I shall then think about working on the spanking story collection and having a go of self-publishing them.

Just done a weekend intro training on life coaching. It was very interesting and did make me think. It confirmed what I knew - To be more 'successful' (however I define it) I need to be more goal-setting.

An analogy was used for non-goal-setters as twigs floating down a stream! I decided I was a happy twig...

I have enough insight to know that there is a level of 'cop-out' in this as well as reflection of my nature (whatever that is!)and realise some goal-setting would be useful - perhaps I can become a slightly purposeful twig with just a little outboard motor? I have found that the stream has taken me through some hazards and scary places, but on the whole is a benign stream and despite some low level concern about what's ahead, I feel I'm in a good place that is better than it is for many. And I DO know how to switch on the motor if I need to - I'm just not ready to be a motorised twig!

I did have opportunity to think about Suzee the Writer and I have reset some goals, which I intend carrying out...

Life coaching does sound fascinating and useful and not a bit like my fictionalised version

Suzee knew she was in trouble. She knew that although she usually had all the answers she often didn’t manage to put them into place. She could see life coaching made sense, although some saw it as new-fangled nonsense. She knew from her counselling experience that just telling someone your intentions often made it easier to actually do something. She could see that a life coach was a practical way of moving on with one’s life.
The idea of cyber–coaching was intriguing as well as practical. She knew she’d meet her coach face-to-face as necessary – Well, she thought uncomfortably, not exactly face-to-face as he was clear to point out his unusual methods… the contract was very clear. She would only agree to tasks they both decided were reasonable, achievable and in her best interests. He would encourage her and if she failed to keep her side of the contract she would be spanked.
Suzee realised that finding a life-coach on the spanking site was unusual, but as she was an unpublished writer of the genre it wasn’t surprising she browsed there. She was open to admitting that she fantasised about spanking but she was definitely not looking for real-life experience; at least that’s what she told herself. She also told herself that as she was scrupulous about honouring contracts she would have an additional incentive to keep to her resolutions. She didn’t want to end up skirts raised and knickers down over a stranger’s lap did she? At least that’s another thing she told herself…