LSF Publications: spanking fiction ebooks

My name's Ronnie and I'm a spanko, mother and businesswoman. I'm happily married to my wonderful husband Peter who gives me spankings when I'm bad - and also when I'm good! I'm happy to share with you some deliciously kinky real life accounts of my adventures in domestic discipline. So welcome to my diary ... read and enjoy!

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Tantrum in Majorca
with trepidation we're heading for warmer climes

April 5th
We were going to be late, I was certain of it. Google didn't say anything about roadworks on the M1, but there are always road works on the M1, so why didn't we just set out half an hour earlier?

"Don't worry," said Peter, "we'll be fine, no problem."

We were on our way to Luton airport to catch an Easyjet flight to Majorca. Peter's mom was in the back of the car. His two brothers were meeting us at the airport, one with wife and two kids and the other with daughter only as he'd recently become single again after an acrimonious divorce. It was a family holiday, the first one we'd done in years; we had a six bedroom villa booked through one of the holiday villa specialists.

I was right... we were late when we pulled into the car park at Luton airport. It was windy and pouring with rain too and we had to wait for a courtesy bus. Neither I nor Peter's mom had a coat with us. He should have dropped us at the terminal, it was ridiculous. At least he parked close to one of the bus stops which provided shelter from the rain but not the wind and cold. Good job a bus came soon because I was close to giving him a piece of my mind.

When we got into the terminal building the others were waiting. Peter said he thought a couple of them would have stood in the queue so that we could have sneaked in, but nobody seemed stressed and things were moving quite quickly. Once we were all chatting I forgot about being late. It was clear we weren't going to have a problem and as Peter said, the later you get there the less time you've got to waste drinking airport coffee or, worse still, making silly purchases in the 'rip-off' stores as he called them. My husband can be infuriating at times.

It was nice being part of a family group. Last time we'd managed it had been some years ago when we hired a large house in Bournemouth and been lucky enough to get good weather. Peter has a big family, and if they all got together I think they'd need to hire a small hotel - but they're sprawled far and wide, some outside of the UK, so big get-togethers only happen at weddings and funerals, which is the way it goes for many families I suppose.