The Spinster's Exploits

Trapped by a cheap French maid costume…

24th Sep 2025

I’m guessing you have to be of a certain vintage to have memories of Erica Jong’s groundbreaking “Fear of Flying” and the concept of the non-existent zipless fuck – that’s the one that goes perfectly, unhampered by awkward zips, unco-operative buttons and devious bra fastenings. And of course – not end up half-removing a suspender belt along with the knickers!

In my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fun to drag out my French Maid costume that last got an airing about ten years ago. I don’t weigh myself on principle, but my measurements are the same to the best of my knowledge. This particular bit of fun tat, is too small for me really, but I could manipulate it over my boobs and the waist was stretchy enough to survive the trip and indecently push up said boobs.

Well – I got it over my head, and arms through sleeves and got stuck! It wouldn’t go down and I couldn’t manoeuvre it up either! I heard something tear and decided I’d have to cut myself out of it. I got the giggles at the thought of my reaction to the half-removed suspender belt – it paled into insignificance compared with cutting myself out of my French maid get-up! The tears were under the arm, so I cut under the sleeves and down the side to give me wiggle room and somehow got the waist over the boobs and I was suddenly in my costume!

Luckily, I already had the stockings and suspenders with knickers in place. Today’s knickers were skimpier than usual – the back as sort of extended thong/g-string with a couple of inches of lace down either side of the central seam and along the top and a reasonably sized triangle at the front. Just a pair of heels to add plus the silly maid’s ‘cap/headband’, so I decided I might as well stay in costume, and he could cut me out of it later!

He was very entertained to be greeted by me in my silly costume as I welcomed him to the Gwesty Ymlacio/House of Relaxation. So – as I was determined to give him 24 hours of R&R I got ready to serve. And after a reviving cuppa, he did seem quite energised and decided I was in need of a great deal of discipline… I wasn’t complaining – but I thought I was quite well-behaved and a perfect hostess, but he was the guest…

Who’d have thought getting togged up as a French maid would lead to lots of spanking?! And I think I WAS pretty well-behaved, other than the muttered “Bastard!” as he chose to lose his trousers before his socks! The moment of rebellion and giggles was soon lost as I sat on the bed to suck his cock on his orders and then had to bend over the cushion on the bed while he used practically every instrument he could find to give me a very thorough spanking/caning/beating/thrashing.

I was more than ready to be fucked “for his pleasure” as he informed me, but he couldn’t resist pointing out how well he pulled down my knickers to the level of his choice without any entanglement! I was more than ready, and it was fabulous. I love being fucked bent over the cushion and when it’s with a well-spanked bottom, the eroticism is off the scale for me – and he liked it too – after all it was his weekend – or so I had planned…

And so the moment came to cut me out of my costume. I thought it had served me well, but perhaps find a bigger one as it was such fun. I noticed the sash had a knot in it and thought it may be easier if that was undone – and lo and behold – without the sash knot, the waist became elastic enough to slide up and off! And so my slightly cut costume appears to have lived to fight another day! I guess I am no longer in a position to roll my eyes at a tangled knicker and suspender belt moment after all – And I guess he may possibly deserve a right to reply…
Complex fantasies Part 2:And so – back to the recent past…

23rd Sep 2025

After my lovely time Domme-ing my lover, I was reminded of his ability to also control as he kissed and teased me into a tangle of desire. He encourages me to share my fantasies but the one I was having as I was pleasured this time was too chaotic to share. My fantasies often jump around – just like my Ms. Bloom piece posted previously.

This one was a recurring theme – domestic discipline – and in a posh house setting. Basically – a young wife who marries a “Lord of the Manor” who believes in domestic discipline for his staff and wife. She sees a maid punished and at a later date receives punishment herself. And later still is told she is going to receive more severe punishment. And he discusses her punishment with her before and after each incident and during their lovemaking and she is horrified, contemptuous, excited, frightened, defiant and aroused by what unfolds. As with Ms Bloom, I bounce around in time imagining the various scenes and the tellings and retellings of what will and what has happened.

And after writing about hairbrushes and oof moments, I was looking for my account of erotic spanking when I found a short story I’d written with the above plot based in the 19^th century and called “Victoriana” – 27 pages of it and couldn’t resist a reread! It was the whole fantasy. I sometimes write and outline to remind myself of possible stories, or start a story as a trigger. But this had all of the above – spanking the maid, spanking the maid and wife, a ‘bedroom’ spanking of the wife, their sexual history and his plans for becoming stricter and expanding their sex life! And her acceptance and excitement at all of the above!

When I was writing spanky erotica I would start writing a fantasy and it would grow like Topsy! I imagined my characters and their backgrounds and often their self-delusion or not-yet acknowledged desires and scenarios would emerge. And a paragraph of thought would turn into a complex tale with a fairly hackneyed and cliché’d heart, but fun for all that. In my fantasies – and so my stories – I love first times and the surprise for the spanker, spankee – or both – at their reaction – usually after the event, which then leads to further plans for repetition. And that opportunity to think back on what happened before and may be about to happen again, but differently is delicious. And so a formulaic paragraph turns itself into a delightful and complex fantasy of pleasure and pain or a surprisingly long short story.

I was going to tell my lover about the bones of my fantasy at a later date so he’d know what was going on in my head, but sent him the story instead – I was delighted to have such a full account of the mad kaleidoscope I imagined as I was so thoroughly pleasured.
Complex fantasies: Ms Bloom

23rd Sep 2025

Full disclosure – I have never read James Joyce’s Ulysses nor been remotely tempted, although I loved “Dubliners” and “Portrait of the Artist…” I have however, seen the Molly Bloom section and was intrigued.

I have attempted a spanky version of Moll which was great fun for me, and it mirrors what happens in my head when fantasising. The to-ing and fro-ing between what may be happening, what may happen and what may have happened before – a mad kaleidoscope of thoughts and sensations, memories and imaginings. Welcome to my inner world!

He said he’d spank the arse off me wallop me smack the behind off me called me a cheeky mare and threatened me I laughed and poked out my tongue saucy like but it was exciting and I kept thinking about it about how he’d grab me and pull up my skirt and take down my knickers and how he’d spank me and how I’d squeal and struggle but not be able to get away and be shocked and haughty but love it and love his power but it would hurt and I’d want him to stop and he wouldn’t and I wouldn’t want it to stop and he’d be all excited and say it was for my own good and someone should teach me a lesson and I was a cheeky young madam who needed her knickers taking down and needed a good spanking and if anyone was man enough to do it he was and I was excited so I kept on and pretended to be shocked by his coarseness and said how dare he and when I pretended to be shocked he said it more about taking down my knickers and giving me a smacked bottom and a good arse-licking and I protested and laughed and did my haughty face and when he said he was man enough I laughed more and he grabbed me and he pulled me to him and he got me under his arm and he held me there with my bottom all sticking out and I squealed and he said not so grown-up now are you and I said how dare you and he laughed and just smacked me hard like that bent under his arm over my skirt and smacked me hard and held me tight and I got all flustered and he said he’d smack my arse until I learnt some manners and apologised but I wouldn’t and he smacked me some more and it hurt and I tried to get away and yelled at him and swore and he laughed some more and kept smacking my bottom saying he was just the man to spank silly little girls who had no manners and were not the ladies they pretended to be and I yelled that I’d tell on him and he told me to go ahead and he’d tell everybody how he’d smacked my arse for being a cheeky mare and how next time he’d have to pull down my drawers to really teach me a lesson and how much he’d enjoy taking down my knickers to leather my bare bum and how I was going to learn my lessons as he was going to tattoo them on my insolent backside and I wouldn’t say sorry and tried to get away and listened to him telling me what he was going to do next time and it was all hot and confusing and exciting and I really tried to get away and wanted it to stop and when it did I didn’t know what to do and he didn’t know what to do and he stopped and said next time he’d really teach me a lesson and my legs were like jelly and I couldn’t stand up and he took my arm and I didn’t know what to do and when he kissed me I let him and when he touched me I let him and he said I was a naughty girl who needed her bottom spanked and he was just the man for the job and he didn’t touch me in the other place but I would have let him as he said what he was going to do to me but he just laughed and said I’d better behave myself or else and I tried not to think about it and he laughed and went away and I wondered about it and about him doing those things and him smacking my arse and pulling down my knickers and he said he had a cane like in school and he’d have me bend over for a real lesson if I wasn’t careful and I acted like I hadn’t heard and I was going to be all haughty when I saw him again but he just laughed and asked if I’d learnt my lesson and we danced and although I pretended to be haughty I wasn’t really and he knew I was pretending but he said if I didn’t come off it he’d have to give me a proper spanking to teach me some manners and I got all stiff and proud and he laughed and I knew he was excited and he said he’d like smacking my arse for me and he knew I was due for another little lesson in manners and he was just the man and as he kissed me and touched me he touched me on my bottom and said I had earned another spanking for being so haughty and proud and I walked off and he laughed but he saw me go outside and I knew he would and when he said to go for a walk I just shrugged but I let him take my hand and lead me and we went to the field and he sat on the hump and pulled me down and the kissing was exciting and his hands were everywhere and I let him and he said not so haughty now but I haven’t forgot about the lesson and I pretended to get haughty and he said alright madam you’ve really asked for this and he pulled me over his lap and I protested and tried to hold down my skirt and he laughed and smacked me over my skirt and it hurt a bit but I had on my best skirt and the petticoat with all the layers and he said no protection this time young lady and he pulled up my best skirt and there were all the layers of my new petticoat that I’d starched with all the sugar and he laughed and pushed it up and said let’s see what you’re really made of young lady and I know he was looking at my stocking tops and suspenders and my new knickers with the lacy bits on them and at the bare flesh of my legs and then he got hold of my knickers and pulled them down and said I had to pay and nothing but a bare arse would do and he was going to give me such a spanking and I was shocked as he took down my knickers and said he was going to spank my bare bottom and I was a right cheeky mare but I’d know better next time
Erotic Ambivalence- Those ‘Oof’ Moments…

23rd Sep 2025

This is something I wrote a few decades back, in my first proper spanking relationship. It expresses my surprise that a mild spanking can be a directly erotic experience in itself – something I’d not expected and hadn’t considered before being on the receiving end of such attention.

I am across his lap, having my bottom spanked. I’ve not been ‘naughty’ and I am not being punished, but I am in his power (as he is in mine, but that’s not the issue here).

As we kissed and touched we both knew I needed to be over his lap. Sometimes I do so compliantly and sometimes I put up a token resistance, but once in place we both know I am staying over his knee. The caresses, memories and our desires keep me there. I am supported by the sofa so all my concentration is on what is happening to my bottom – no distraction of balance or holding a position, just me presented to him for the first spanking of this time together.

I love the feel of the erotic and exploratory strokes over my skirt becoming slaps, building in their insistence so gradually I find myself being spanked. I feel entirely in his power and at his mercy, but feel nothing but arousal across his lap. Sometimes I receive the delicious slaps silently and still and sometimes with a moan and wiggle, teasing him, aware of my movement across his groin as I eagerly seek the next spank.

And as the spanks get harder I start to feel the pain and my movements across his constraining jeans are not quite so deliberate as I can’t help but try to avoid the more insistent spanks. An unexpected hard slap of my smoothly skirted behind has me yelling out in surprise and a sudden tattoo has me laughing, swearing and protesting at the same time. He laughs too, but doesn’t let up; simply holds me firmly as he reaches for the hairbrush and continues the onslaught on my now smarting bottom as I lie there in pain and erotic confusion.

The smacks of the wooden hairbrush build fresh fires, but slow burning and I find myself welcoming the glow in my bottom and deeper inside. Again I am moaning and welcoming, but know that I will always get the smack that sends me into ambivalence – the pain that makes me protest, while welcoming his power and the need for him to deliver it – the ‘oof’ of surprise, confusion, desire, resistance and welcome as I am propelled down by the spank and can’t help inviting the next.

And as I move from ambivalence to struggle despite myself, there is a pause. And I know he is about to raise my skirt… Although and because I know I will be spanked harder I reach another plateau of ambivalence as my pleasure in his arousal and mine wars with my anxiety about the harder spanking I am to receive.

I recall with pleasure the thought I put into dressing for him and savour the enjoyment he will get as he slides up then carefully folds back my skirt and takes in the dark stockings and carefully chosen knickers and suspender belt.

As he strokes me over my cream, silk French knickers, I know he is looking down my stocking-clad legs and my saucy brown ankle boots, admiring the slim, high heels and the outrageous sight I am across his lap with my skirt up.

The effect of my ample bottom and its elevation over his thighs has tightened the silk and as he strokes me I know my knickers have tightened and risen over my vulnerably awaiting behind. I sense him looking as he strokes me and comments on how red I am already and I know he can see so much of my bottom despite my knickers’ thin protection. And as he strokes, his fingers slide under my knickers as he chooses to expose or cover my lower cheeks at his whim while he admires his handiwork. And I want this sexy respite to continue forever as he admires, enjoys and savours what he has done and gives me such pleasure with his touch. And we both know that the pleasure is also knowing that he intends to spank me so much more. And as I want him to continue like this forever, I am remembering the spanking I have just received and all the others and imagining those to come. I am longing to feel his hand more harshly across my thinly covered flesh, while anxious that already he has made my flesh sing and we both know he has hardly started.

And once again the first spanks are more like caresses, except on my sensitised flesh they cause me to wince as well as welcome. I am unaware of the scant protection afforded me by the thin silk and know that keeping my knickers for now is about our pleasure at the contrasts of my unveiling and the delayed eroticism of the moment he chooses to fully expose my well-spanked bottom for the final part of my first spanking of the day.

Despite the winces, the spanks are still welcome as he plays my desire, anxiety and ambivalence with firm slaps over and around my knickers and I relive and imagine what is to come. The pauses and rearrangement of the thin silk prolong my confused thoughts and emotions as I wonder whether I desire spanks or caresses more. The reverie is shaken as once again I feel the smooth wood placed on my upturned bottom and know that the heat is about to be turned up in his actions and across my flesh.

The sharp tattoo of the hairbrush in its sets of three across my now burning bottom has me once more struggling as my body automatically resists while I revel in his pleasure and determination.

And in the pause I recover, knowing there is more to come; once again needing the respite but already imagining him lowering my knickers…

And as I lie there acquiescent, I am torn between the need for the spanking to continue and the desire for more conventional attention. But despite the tenderness and apprehension I have a need to have my knickers lowered and feel my lover spank my bare bottom. I moan to myself as he thoughtfully caresses the bottom he tells me is so red. And I feel myself melt although I can’t help a token protest as he carefully peels down my knickers as I so helpfully raise myself enough for him to slide them to my thighs.

I lie there in pleasure knowing what a lascivious sight I am presenting over my lover’s lap, with knickers around my stockinged thighs, my reddened and spanked bum framed by my stocking tops and suspender straps.

I relive the moment of his taking down my knickers as I so often do – that moment of emotional and erotic melt-down, acceptance, trust and love, but am aware of the hand on my now fully bared bottom and know I am to be spanked more.

And much as I enjoy those moments of hastily pulled down drawers for a quick, hard smacked bottom I revel in this slow sensuous build up to my first bare bottomed spanking of this time together with the hours stretching ahead of us.

He knows how tender and apprehensive I am and the first spanks are almost caresses…but not quite. I am now too tender not to feel the pain of his firm, but measured slaps of my exposed behind. But the pain is just enough to sharpen my arousal and the eroticism of being across my lover’s lap with knickers down and having my bare bottom spanked.

And as always the spanking increases in severity until I feel I can take no more. And as I start to fight him I am informed I am to receive my final twelve…

And as always I accept the final spanking I am sure I don’t want and can’t take but know I need. It is always harsh enough to be feared, but never more than I can bear. And as I count down in my head I love and hate the sting of his hand, knowing the pleasure its execution and memory delivers.

And once again I am in his arms, overcome with desire and eager for distraction of his hands and lips, heightened only by the knowledge of the spanking I have taken and his plans for my now warmed-up flesh. As usual my knickers have thoughtfully been replaced. And as he gives me the attention I crave he tells me how red is my bottom and how many more strokes I am to take. I shiver in his arms as he thinks through the merits of paddle, ruler, belt or slipper and always the cane. As I protest hollowly we are already imagining me bent over table or chair, once again with the raising of my skirt and the lowering of my knickers to come.
Battle of the Sockses

23rd Sep 2025

So – this switching lark is great fun, but he IS competitive and gets to read what I write as well. Shoulldn’t REALLY be a problem as we’re both mature adults and not at all petty… What can possibly go wrong?

As he was seeing his Dominatrix on Monday it was to be a porcelain visit with me leaving no marks on his lovely body – not fair for his Mistress to have a spoilt canvas. And he’d had a week away from home and some hard outdoor work in atrocious weather, plus had little time at home recently. So I was only getting about 24 hours and thought I should make his stay as relaxed as possible and we could just go with the flow.

I did come up with the brilliant idea of ‘Ty Ymlacio’ – House of Relaxation – to set the vibe. And decided my very bad-taste, cheap French Maid’s outfit would amuse and set the tone. It seemed to work! And definitely put him in Dom mode which he appeared to find relaxing – more anon.

All was going swimmingly and we both seemed to be having fun when he decided I should undress him – and then the dreaded words – I was to take off his trousers before his socks! And he knew I would hate it. And he knew I’d comply. And I did. Outwardly I was very compliant and did exactly as I was told, other than the muttered “Bastard!” as I slipped down the jeans, which neither of us openly acknowledged but the contained giggles caused much shoulder-shaking although nothing further was said.

When I ordered him to strip for me the first time, the socks first rule was implemented. I KNOW it’s illogical and a faff – much easier to take off trousers first – but I don’t like trouserless men in socks. And if I’m in charge – then obviously my rules. So the disadvantage – or fun? – of switching, is of course the times of “his” rules!

Luckily he’s not a complete animal – and didn’t insist on hanging on to his socks!

And after he left I finally had a day warm enough to bask in my conservatory, but my feet were a little chilly, so sent a pic of my near-nakedness finished off with the most unbecoming bed socks!

Such mature adults…
Domme-ing it up Part 2

17th Sep 2025

So – as usual when planning on wearing lingerie – I turned into a cross-dressing hooker drag queen! Today’s choice was a rather lovely black and green brocade corset with a very handy zip as well as lacing. I actually have a corset I’ve had for ages but not yet worn because I haven’t worked out how to do it without a maidservant or other helper. I can successfully zip into this one, however, and it does work rather well with boobs of about 44 inches if one is not going for understatement or decorum! A black suspender belt and sheer black stockings with lacy black knickers worked well and for fun I added a short black layered net petticoat trimmed with red. And I recently discovered some rather nice pewter coloured strappy stilettoes that are quite high, but I can manage without the aid of a team of Sherpas!

He was very punctual and thoughtfully let me know he was enroute, so I decided to lounge around in my glad rags and allow him to let himself in. And as usual my inner hostess with the mostest kicked in and I asked if he needed a cuppa and he said yes. I was about to make it, when I metaphorically took myself in hand and ordered HIM to make the tea after losing his clothes. And I was terribly impressed that he remembered to take off the socks to spare me the offence of a trouser-less man in socks – good to have standards.

Well, Reader – it was not entirely successful. Once again, he forgot my sweeteners, and several hours later I discovered the milk on the counter rather than back in the fridge. Never-the-less – once sweetened it was an excellent cuppa and a civilised start to our time together. I enjoyed sitting around in my finery with him naked and decided it was time he got some attention.

I had an array of implements ready and rather liked the idea of having him across my lap – that just felt very right for a domestic discipline scenario and gave me ample opportunity to play with his cock, balls, bum and back. And it was lovely. I rearranged him, so his erect cock was between his body, and my net covered lap as I gently stroked his naked flesh, which he seemed to enjoy.

I was however keen to play with my paddles and brushes which would save me from sore palms! Once again, the leather paddle and trusty, thuddy bath brush soon had him a lovely shade of red. And I was concerned that the hairbrush might be a bit lightweight. I know from personal experience that with a light touch it can be very erotic and wasn’t sure I could give it enough heft to bring pain as well as pleasure, so I went for it and hoped I wouldn’t break it.

It would seem that with a bit of effort the humble hairbrush can have an impact – especially when it follows a good beating with a bath brush and leather paddle! He was a lovely shade of red as I ordered him upstairs to continue the beating. I was able to successfully sashay up the stairs in my heels, following his lovely glowing bum and admired my handiwork.

Upstairs, I ordered him over the cushion and had my first go of executing some bondage-lite. We had some silky ties he’d used on me that I’d kept attached to the bedframe. I used them to tie him spread-eagled over the cushion. It was a surprisingly enjoyable sight seeing him arranged for my attention like this and I couldn’t resist trying out the various canes and the hand-gathered bamboo across his well-reddened arse. I decided to give it some welly as they say, after ensuring he’d tell me if it got too much. Despite my L-plates, I did seem to make an impression and loved the fact I got some non-verbal and verbal responses to my enthusiastic ministrations. It was extremely exciting beating him – so much so that I decided I was now in need of attention, so freed him to pander to me.

He was under strict instructions that it was to be all about me. And he followed the instructions beautifully. I wanted to stay in some of my regalia so decided to have him remove the petticoat and loosen the corset which he did. And at my command he gave my freshly loosened breasts the devotion and attention they craved while I basked in the pleasure.

And of course that wonderful tongue and those clever lips needed further testing as I ordered him to move aside my knickers and lick my fanny. And once again he proved his skills while – like Meatloaf – I was dying just to ask for a taste – so I did. There is something wildly hot and horny about tasting yourself on a man’s tongue, mouth and face…

And I then become an unreliable narrator as I dissolve into a kaleidoscope of experience, sensation and fractured memories…

At some point I demanded a very hard cold caning to stop at my say-so. I couldn’t take more than a few, but then was ready for a second brief set and my stinging bottom, and aroused breasts and fanny merged into an eroticised mess, so I demanded the loss of shoes and knickers. The zipless-fuck it was not! He managed the shoes beautifully, but I ended up with my suspender belt pulled down on one side with my knickers entangled, along with a partially unhitched stocking! Luckily he doesn’t aspire to be a Cissy Maid and I managed to regain the suspender belt and re-attach the stocking while he succeeded at removing my knickers amidst exasperated instructions and much laughter.

I am sure that his lovely cock, my trusty bullet vibe and a vibe I got him as a surprise present all contributed to the pleasure that followed, but it is all a bit of a blur. He managed to get me out of the corset with no further mishap – thank heavens for zips!

His present was a hit – he’d liked mine, so only fair that he got his own. A bullet vibe proved to be great fun for teasing his cock, balls and bum – except with a multi-speed its easy to accidentally push the button and like Christmas lights, you have to rotate through all ten settings to get back to where you were! I decided he could take it home and I’d buy a single-speed for my future use on him.

I am definitely enjoying playing with our switchy selves, and – as said – amazed at how much I am enjoying my lovely new Domestic Domme and subby aspects alongside the return of my well-established spankee and sensualist self!
Domme-ing it up – The Lead-up….

15th Sep 2025

Well – we had nearly a fortnight apart and I was missing him…

I had decided it was about time I gave my nascent Domme the opportunity to spread her wings. As said previously – something I thought of as a quid pro quo and “thank you” for his generosity in spanking and beating me(!) – had proved far more fun than I expected. I was having a lovely time having amazing sex and fucking; being spanked and beaten; discovering my inner sub – and now my inner Domme! Who knew being 70 would be so much fun?!

So – I’d had a couple of weeks thinking about stuff to do to him – and thought a bit of teasing amidst the beating would be appropriate – especially as I’m strictly a new Domestic Domme and not a Dominatrix and my sadism is very limited. Luckily for him he also has a Dominatrix who is more than happy to take him to his limits and give him a fantastic time getting there.

And unexpectedly – thinking about the teasing and how to beat him, and wondering about some bondage-lite and how successful he’d been as a sex-slave became very… hot. And I found myself scratching the itch with my trusty vibe while thinking about what I would do to him. My very first Domme wank and fantasy – and there was me thinking I was having a planning session!

Now as a feminist, I am loath to tar all women with the same shopping brush, but a man who can appreciate a suspender belt and stockings and my love of lingerie brought out my inner shopaholic. I have an impressive array of stockings and suspenders and some fun tat and nice lingerie but I was overwhelmed by a need for some more corsets – so Domme – so sub – so sexy! And I am a victim of the instant gratification of next day delivery and endless choice of online shopping, so I suddenly became owner of some new corsets; a bullet vibe for him – he does respond well to mine; some lemon pepper and some bouquet garni’ The last two are not part of a new kink – just a reflection on the limits of my local shops!

So the planning was all done, the costume decided and all I had to do was get ready and wait for his arrival…
Bedtime Bible Study

15th Sep 2025

So after a fortnight apart after our lovely week together, my lover and I are kept up past my bedtime studying the Bible! And being a modern-ish pair of pensioners, he’s scrolling his phone and I’m looking for Isaiah in my 1960s Catholic Truth Society Bible.

The reason? Where exactly did the story of Lucifer’s fall come from? Several decades back I read Genesis – as one does – and realised there is no mention of this amazing tale I was taught at school and Sundayschool. And – with a different Christian background and Sundayschool attendance – my lover knew Lucifer’s tale just as well. So where is it?

The answer – well the Devil’s name and a figure cast down anyway – is to be found in Isaiah 14:12: “How you are fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, Son of the Morning! How you are cut down to the ground, you who defeated the nations!”

And I’ve since discovered that the stuff about Michael and his angels is in Revelations12:7-9 and revelations 9;1 describes a fallen star given the key to the “pit of the Abyss” – curiosity satisfied!

So why the curiosity? After a fairly debauched afternoon and a civilised dinner I seduced him with the wonderful “Lucifer” and he was hooked so we watched the first three episodes and wondered again about Lucfer’s backstory.

Did I mention we did have a little debauchery before dinner?
Nudity, relationships, telescopes and all that…

7th Sep 2025

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!
From neutral lingerie to naked at the dinner table with five equally naked men…

4th Sep 2025

Well – I have said I saw turning 70 as an exciting time for re-evaluation and new adventures – so here I am…

I have also said that my lover and I felt drawn to naturism and I thought at the grand old age of seventy, this might be an opportunity to challenge my fairly typical body issues – the way I love what my body can do for me and make me feel, but still be horribly self-conscious of my lumps, bumps, dimples and droopy bits…

So – as blogged about earlier – we decided to have a naturist break! As our weird and wonderful relationship is still only a few months old, a three-day break seemed a perfect testing of the waters for us as a semi-detached couple and as would-be naturists.

On the couple front – only one negative incident – me being cross at being neglected – because he was trying to beat me at online Scrabble! We unscrewed our lines of communication and harmony was restored.

So – two pensioner newbies visit a naturist resort – what could go wrong?! Very little it seems…

We were met by our lovely, clothed hostess who gave us the tour pointing out that nakedness was preferred everywhere, but one could protect from the cold. Naked only in the pool and hot tub and no outdoor clothing in the clubhouse, although wraps and dressing gowns were allowed… And the etiquette of towels to sit on for hygiene purposes was reiterated and then we were left to our own devices.

So we went to our caravan and took our clothes off and showed the sophistication of a couple of five-year-olds! So we pulled up our invisible big boy/girl pants, and strolled out with his towel and my wrap with nobody in sight. We reached the clubhouse to read the notices and sign up for dinner and wandered into the lounge to discover a naked young man reading. So my lover and I sat on our towels and wrap respectively and wondered what we’d let ourselves in for.

He wandered off to do something important – can’t remember what – so I found a magazine to read while nekkid as a jaybird. And on his return we discovered the Rummikub, which he’d never played – and started our Rummikub tournament and the nudity ceased to be an issue. We signed up for the hot tub and sauna and had a naked wander and all was fine.

We did wonder about naked dining but he had his towel and I my wrap – which were perfect seat covers for our naked bums! So there was us, mein host, a chap who looked like he’d been a naturist all his life and two other men who’d also arrived that day – one of whom had shared our tour. Our host quickly put us at our ease and we discovered the other two new arrivals were also first-timers – and one lived within seven miles of me!

And soon being the only naked woman sat with five naked men didn’t feel an issue as we chatted and enjoyed our meal. Our hostess as cook was clothed for health and safety reason and joined our merry band to eat. And us newbies all agreed that being naturists felt – natural!

We decided to go for an evening stroll but it had got quite chilly. Note to self for future visits to naturist places – a t-shirt and warm jacket as well as dressing gown are useful garments for the chilly times… I borrowed his t-shirt and he put on a jacket and being bottomless seemed much ruder than nudity, but gave us enough warmth for our walk. And it was absolutely lovely walking through the fields and down to the lake in a state of undress. Very peaceful and – cornily – at one with nature and our surroundings. And as we were on our own, just a little playful groping, but too chilly for anything more.

And it felt very strange to return to our caravan and lounge around naked with lights on and curtains undrawn, but also seemed odd to do otherwise.

We thoroughly enjoyed our first taste of naturism, and like our fellow-newbies were enthusiastic converts.

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