The Spinster's Exploits

Well – we survived our three days of naturism and – with a weekend either side – a week of togetherness as a polyamorous-friends-with-benefits-who-are sort-of-dating couple! The longest we’ve been together since we met four months ago.

We absolutely loved the naturist experience and are really keen to repeat it. We have found another place where one can book for a week. We’d not gone there as a three-day stay seemed a better intro, but the three days ended too quickly – especially for him.  Being somewhat impulsive and eager I was all for booking late September and hoping for an Indian Summer. He was more practical and suggested late Spring.

The other site looked amazing – clothing optional rather than full-on naturist, but the cabins sounded perfect and lots more amenities and a huge nature-filled site… He got very excited about bird-watching so will be taking binoculars and setting up his telescope. I was thinking star-gazing, and when he said for the birds, wondered which ones were around at night. For some reason, using a telescope in the daylight hadn’t occurred to me…And, being a very sophisticated and proper grown-up of 70-and-a-half I was convulsed at the thought of a naturist with a telescope and binoculars inside a “nudist camp”! It’s all those awful seaside postcards I found hilarious in my youth – often featuring nudist camps and fully-dressed voyeurs on the outside trying to get a peek inside…

We did manage some sex and play before, during and after our naturist break. Before going away we had a walk on an amazingly hot day and discovered clumps of naturalised bamboo along a riverbank. Now I still have the message “bamboo bad, rattan good”built into my spanky self – see my earlier post  on this: https://spinstersexploits.blog/2025/07/10/of-canes-and-anoraks/

But what about fresh bamboo? It seemed rather springy and interesting… So in the name of research we managed to harvest some of different lengths and widths – the things we’re prepared to do for science! The day got hotter and we practically crawled home and left our experiment.

And another experiment carried out in the name of dodgy science – Was there enough pliability in my trusty Ann Summers cane and my newish dowel/horse-training dodgy cane to fit into my modestly sized suitcase to take on our naturist break? It seemed there was. No problem with the paddle, bath brush, hairbrush or ruler though! They did all get used but only on me and in the privacy of our caravan in the bedroom.

And on our return home, he did a sort-of consumer test of our new bamboos on my not-unwilling bottom. And unsurprisingly, the lighter whippier ones felt whippy and cutting and the thicker, heavier ones felt heavy and thuddy! I wasn’t allowed to look, but less of a challenge than our usual ‘guess the instrument’ at which I am usually somewhat rubbish!