The Spinster's Exploits

Sex, sensuality and possibly spanking after seventy…

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The Spinster is a 70-year-old South Walian who doesn’t believe sex, sensuality and fun stop at seventy. There is more to growing old disgracefully than wearing purple 💜- although she does love purple! She considers herself to have dual sexuality as she loves vanilla but something gets unleashed when she is spanked by the right person… She is excited to have reached this significant milestone and thrilled to discover erotic possibilities can be there for the taking. Oh! And she can be a touch up herself and talk about herself in the third person – but nothing a good spanking won’t cure!😉🤭

  • Virtuous circles – some passing thoughts…

    We hear lots about ‘vicious circles or cycles’ – or feedback loops – how one bad thing leads to another and another and on to first and we’re on a grim merry-go-round. A classic example would be feeling miserable so eating as compensation. But overeating makes us put on weight so we feel more miserable and so we eat more…

    But there are the more delightful and less-discussed virtuous circles or cycles where one good thing leads to another. I have realised that good sex with lovely people makes me feel better and being in a good mood is likely to lead to more good sex…

    And in my recent return to ‘form’ after a period of celibacy my head was full of ideas that I really wanted to write about – hence the blog. And I found – as said – not only do I enjoy the creativity of writing, but it seems to feed my pleasure in my sex life. Writing makes me think about what we do and how I feel and I relive and plan and capture memories, emotions and thoughts. And that adds to my excitement and improves my actual sex-life. And my improved sex-life makes me happy and feeds my creativity so I write about it. The writing arouses me and gives me ideas which feed into my erotic encounters. And so the lovely feedback loop/virtuous circle of deliciousness spins on merrily…

  • Thwarted!

    Well, last weekend was truly amazing despite (because of?) the hijacking by his gorgeous Wicked Willie cock… And we did get to play with my new toys. Despite looking like a bit of dowelling you’d get from a DIY store with a plastic rubber-like handle, I love my new cane for receiving and giving. And the new strap makes an amazing thwack that I hoped did not rise above the music and seep through the closed bedroom windows. The sting was pleasant but nowhere near as dramatic as the sound!

    And there I was happily and idly planning our next weekend when I’d be in charge. I was determined to fight the forces of my Domly switchy switch, his Wicked Willie of a cock and my Innate Spankee and Emerging sub – that’s quite an army, but I was determined. As we were chatting I happened to ask about his next visit to his Domme and discovered it was the Monday after our weekend! It would be poor protocol and the height of bad manners for him to visit Her with any marks on him and I would not dream of doing such a thing. Thwarted!

    Despite a charade of incredulity I believe it was genuinely not planned. She has been away, and his usual routine has been disrupted so his not connecting the timings of my further attempts at Domestic Discipline and his visit to Her is completely plausible. But it did cause me amusement.

    So I guess we will have a weekend of him having to pay me attention and me treating his flesh like porcelain – it’s a hard life! He has pointed out I have a further week of planning. I feel I should be stroking my chin like a bad pantomime villain!

    Just one more sleep to the start of our weekend!

  • Sedate Walks (mostly)

    My lovely switchy sub and I had a lovely weekend of erotic fun and chilling, and also managed to fit in three walks. I enjoy introducing him to the pleasures of my environs as well as sharing the pleasures of the bed and sofa!

    It was a grey weekend but we managed to dodge the worst of the rain although it was quite waterlogged on our first walk – a path I remember from family walks as a child. The path had become overgrown, but along with other paths had been cleared during covid, and although secluded and partly overgrown, was very passable. It did have challengingly large puddles but with his help, we got through with dry feet. Despite the privacy, it was not a path that invited naughtiness and our walk was very sedate.

    Our second walk – to counter our substantial brunches – was around a local nature reserve with a birdwatching hide. We genuinely got interested in the birds, and behaved with utmost decorum on the walk and in the hide we had to ouselves. I did however notice the benches(?) that were shaped like smaller versions of the solid vaulting horses one gets in school gyms. He, apparently was oblivious to the spanking potential, but when I later mentioned the odd benches told me they were not high enough!  

    I was very excited about our third walk – not for erotic possibilities, but because it was genuinely something I found rather special. I discovered it some years ago – a quiet lane with a small graveyard that had the remains of some staff from a local asylum as it then was. It is one of those unexpected finds that is very special, although common knowledge to many. It is well hidden behind a wall with a very narrow opening concealing its unexpected secrets. I find it quite touching and atmospheric.

    And there is a further joy which I can only describe as a cathedral of trees. These amazing trees are smooth-barked monsters that have shot up directly into the sunshine, as well as meander across and entwine, before starting their dramatic ascent. There is a silence and otherworldly atmosphere that gives the grove a sacred air equal but different from the nearby graves. And we were genuinely awed by them, by Mother nature and the atmosphere and stillness of the place. We were there in the damp dusk of a damp day and somehow that added to the atmosphere…

    And I’m pretty sure it was him who noticed the perfect height of the smooth horizontal trunk of one particular tree before its ascent to the heavens. And it took no time at all for me to bend over and discover how perfect a height it was for me to receive some attention from my now Domly switch… He certainly proved the power he can pack into just the palm of his hand, aided and abetted by an interesting knobbly stick he just happened to acquire… The quick sneaky snap he took on his phone showed some impressive proof of his attentions, before my swift recovery.

    I am sure the erotic energy we brought to our lovely natural cathedral added to the energy of the lovely giants we so admired.

  • There are three of us in this relationship….

    Unlike the then Princess Diana, I am not at all bothered by my lover’s Mistress, who is well worthy of her capital M. And we decided from the beginning we are open to other erotic and playful opportunities.

    Our third party made his presence felt at my first very amateur attempts at domestic discipline. While I was uncertain and my lover was interested and curious; it was that Wicked Willie of a cock that signalled “Woo-hoo – Let’s play!” It certainly aided my confidence, and a good time was had by all.

    When we got upstairs and I tried to continue my dominance I realised that I was too vulnerable to my Emerging Inner Sub and love for sexual domination as I gracefully let my gorgeous Switchy Sub take over – or so I thought…

    This weekend, I followed his demands to the letter, and we got off to a flying start erotically, with nudity and spanking as the dish of the day, when I was then ordered upstairs and in no uncertain terms was soundly fucked. Like so many women, I am not built/designed to have vaginal orgasms, but I love the sensations and love it when a lover comes inside me – and I certainly had a mind-blowing head fuck in the most positive way.

    And as I mulled it over, I just started to wonder about my fabulously dominant switchy sub and asked about his plans for me before he’d arrived at my home. And while the fucking WAS his idea, it wasn’t what he’d been expecting to do at that point… And that’s when I realised. It wasn’t him or me dominating the proceedings – it was his wonderful, greedy Wicked Willie of a cock!

    For our younger readers – Wicked Willie was cartoon created by Gray Jolliffe and Peter Mayle featuring a penis with a mind of its own, that usually successfully overrode common sense and the actual brain of its owner. Wicked Willie is probably quite dodgy as a concept in terms of responsibility in real life, but in the eighties when I first saw the cartoons, I remember thinking – yes – that makes sense – men did seem to be led by their willies quite often. And I did think said willies often seemed to have a mind of their own.

    So I am happy to include WW into our menage and acknowledge his dominance as long as he continues to bring us unfettered joy and pleasure…

  • Pensioner Sex

    So, there we were – downstairs again after lying around chatting in bed and listening to music and possibly some sexual activity – on one of the hottest days of the year. I was in a thin nightie and he was in a robe and apparently sweating buckets. So – naturally – I suggested he took it off. And purely in solidarity, I ditched the nightie. Luckily for my neighbours, the front of my house is not directly overlooked…

    And it was rather nice having a kiss on the sofa, naked. And things got somewhat more intense as we found ourselves lying down with him partly on top of me. And he whispered the magic words that he wanted to come inside me and I melted with desire but a little confusion and replied “Where?”  

    In my defence I don’t like to make assumptions that my lover is talking about actual fucking, plus – did he mean on the sofa? Or did he want to go upstairs? In simple English, he made his intentions clear and for the first time in decades and at the grand old age of seventy I got fucked on the sofa! And gave up my thanks to the gods of tai chi qigong and resistance exercise (me) and gardening and hill walking (him)! It was glorious if indecorous, but so much fun!

  • Meandering Mindfulness Musings

    I was trying really hard. I am rubbish at getting in the zone for my mindfulness sessions. But there I was in a comfortable position with a chair the right height and my feet firmly grounded. I decided to count my breaths in and out with a simple one, two, and listen to his voice… One, two, one, two… Not bad… Nice and relaxed…

    “And let any thoughts or worries disappear like a cloud…” and suddenly there he was – my wonderful lover as a naughty smiling cherub with his lovely little bottom in the air floating by on a cloud! No wings, but possibly a halo(?!) – can’t be sure – too mesmerised by the perky bottom!

    I am a hopeless case…

  • Joy – the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu (Arch!)

    My lovely switchy sub and I were chatting in bed as you do – and to my delight I discovered he too was a fan of the wonderful Dalai Lama and the much-missed Desmond Tutu. And he’s never seen “Mission Joy – With Archbishop Desmond Tutu and The Dalai Lama”. It’s now 10 years old but still available on the BBC iplayer. What an opportunity! It immediately got added to our film list – it followed our viewings of “Shrek”, “How to Tame Your Dragon”, “The Grand Budapest Hotel” and “Burn After Reading”. We’re very eclectic…

    Having a memory that was always dodgy plus my advancing age, meant that my recall was sketchy, but I remembered laughter, joy and mischief. And it was there, but so much more. As a non-god-fearing, born again heathen I am non-religious, but I have a strong sense of spirituality and for me, it simply shines from both these lovely men. And they are so physical and giggly in a way I find touching and entertaining.

    This 2015 film has the simple remit of showing how it is possible to find joy despite life’s challenges. And it absolutely does what it says on the metaphorical tin – and so much more, as said. It may break your heart, but it then mends it. I have decided to watch it every year as I had forgotten so much.

    And I had totally forgotten the emphasis on the actual science of happiness. The Dalai Lama is very interested in science generally and he instigated research into happiness which is another of my obsessions. My lovely switchy sub pointed out that it looked like  the Dalai Lama had been at the forefront of the science of happiness as he had commissioned pioneering scientifc research into joy and happiness – Amazing!

    I recommend that everyone watches this fabulous film and spread the joy…

  • The best laid plans of mice, men and feminists…

    So, there I was happily imagining how I’d dress, how I’d speak to him and how I’d get to use my lovely new strap, and I wondered if the new cane would arrive and whether it would be any good… And I was somewhat shocked and as undone as a swooning Victorian virgin when I got His message of what He was planning for me at our next meeting! Reader – nudity and vulgarity were included as well as what I could expect once positioned to His satisaction!

    I felt thwarted and infuriated as He so casually hooked my inner spankee and twirled her around. My traitor of a body collapsed into a puddle of eager puppy and my abilities to form decent metaphors disappeared into a puff of smoke. So there was my poor inner baby Domme all flattened by Him and by my embarrassingly eager spankee and aided and abetted by my annoyingly growing subby self!

    Eager Spankee and Annoyingly Growing Subby were so taken by my so-called sub man with a plan that they took over my poor nervous system and bombarded my innocent brain and fanny and flooded them with images of his plans and most shocking sensations. Reader – I didn’t stand a chance! I was outnumbered, deliciously and infuriatingly. I’m now beginning to wonder whether a sweary tirade was a good idea in the circumstances, though – He did notice my less than circumspect way of addressing Him. Perhaps “You fucking bastard!!!” was a bit much – I can be a little free with my exclamation marks after all…

    My ability to concentrate on anything but my deliciously switchy so-called sub was a challenge and I may have been a little more vacant than usual during tai chi and the Scrabble game with members of the Ladies’ Fellowship group. I blamed it on the weather and sleeping badly. True – but he was the one I blame for my being awake at 5.30 in the morning!

    And so I came up with my cunning plan. Rather than accept his plans as a fait accompli I would see them as a demand, subject to negotiation. I agreed to the letter of his demand – on condition he cedes power to me the following time we meet. Unfortunately, ACAS and the United Nations were tied up, so we had to handle the delicate diplomacy between ourselves. He thought ceding total power was a bit much and what did it mean exactly? So being a fair-minded equal opportunist, I said I’d cede total control to him from his arrival, until he called a halt or I needed to call time. And we’d do the same again on the next visit with me in charge.

    I’m not sure what I feel about my diplomatic skills in such trying circumstances but my Eager Spankee, Annoyingly Growing Subby and Inner Baby Domme appear to be turning metaphorical cartwheels and letting off fireworks!

  • More switchy thoughts: Never say never…

    I did an interview for a spanko mag in 2004 and it was put to me that: “At the moment [I was] clearly enjoying [my] spankee status, but it’s common for women to outgrow this and become increasingly dominant” I was then asked if I thought I’d ever switch.

    I responded: “How intriguing! Well I’ve fantasised about being spanked for as long as I can remember and have only been seriously spanked for about a year, so it’s early days for me! I don’t imagine wanting to switch and I do not find the idea erotic for me. I must admit getting spanked is such fun that I can’t imagine getting itchy palms!”

    Well, perhaps I just needed to turn 70 and find a sub man prepared to switch to pique my curiosity – and it is well and truly piqued!

    So, in the interest of my personal development and possibly the pleasure I took in bossing around my lover and reddening his lovely bottom I have been imagining what I’m going to do to him next. I’d planned the clothing and liked the idea of the 50s vibe with interesting lingerie.

    But those Amazonian Gods of Desire and the Gods of Competing Providers showered me with interesting ideas and images of instruments I could use on my horse or receive from my switchy subby… I loved the look of a folded over strap with a wooden handle – like an easy to use belt. And I find belts enormously sexy… And then there were rather nice looking and just-scary-enough canes perfect for disciplining one’s imaginary horse, should one be that way inclined. I requested the strap and a (hopefully) swishy cane from the Gods of Online Commerce.

    And after he’d gone home my lovely strap arrived and I imagined using it on him!

  • Spicy Vanilla

    As said in my earlier posts, I am aware my lovely switchy sub lover is far more kinky and BDSM than me. And my recent mainly vanilla experiences had made me self consciously defensive as to my ‘label/s’ as I sally forth with my adventures as a septuagenarian.

    I believe I get as good an understanding of sub mentality as is possible for an empathic non-sub and it is somewhat different from the mindset of a more singularly focussed spankee. And while I have always acknowledged the power exchange of spanking and my pleasure in the ceding of power, I still didn’t see myself as submissive. But despite my stubborn mindset and advancing years I have to acknowledge that I may just have moved up an inch or so on that continuum based on our most recent day out…

    Another scorcher of a day. And it was nice to be driven by him. They’d enjoyed lunch and she’d been excited by his command to raise the hem of her dress on the way there, and once again on the way back. When she reached over to touch him he asked who had given her permission and she shivered at his casual domination and decided to enjoy the ride with her thighs exposed to him.

    And she directed him to the shaded walk she’d recommended that joined the villages and would take them partly along the river where she’d walked many decades ago.

    And after the unseen dog walker with their noisy charge left, they took the river path until they reached a fallen tree where she was ordered to bend over and of course she did. And he spanked her because he could. And she let him, because he could…

    And memories of the switch and his dominion over her danced in their heads. And he tried to find a suitable replacement to no avail.

    And he told her he’d like to fuck her there over the tree and she said how she would like that, but he’d noted the rope swing on the other side as well as the lack of suitable switches.

    And as they walked back the path well-trod, they passed a man and boy fishing and a lone sunbathing woman making the most of the cooling river flowing by her. They had made the right decision, but wished it could have been otherwise.

    And on the walk, she had suddenly had a thought and wondered what he thought he had with her -BDSM or vanilla? Definitely vanilla but… and the idea of Spicy Vanilla was born to their amusement. And she realised it could be a good internet porn name!