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!😉🤭

  • Lingerie makes you moan…

    …and not in a good way – more like a Moaning Minnie!

    Men are so unappreciative!

    There I was in a very nice dress and my fancy bra, knickers and suspender belt with fishnets and full of an amazing Greek meal when I collapsed onto the sofa for a bit more “Lucifer” and just HAPPENED to have a TINY gripe about my bra digging into me. I started to say I shouldn’t wear lingerie because it gets uncomfortable when he immediately commented I shouldn’t wear it because it makes me moan! Well! Talk about ingratitude! I have threatened him with my granny nightie and he seemed quite blasé about it and survived an airing of said nightie.

    I love my frills and furbelows but skin on skin is wonderful although now it’s getting cooler he’s threatening me with his winter night attire… Oh dear…

  • Netflix, Cooking, Sex and a Dog…

    What a weekend – as a now fully-paid-up (figurative) member of the Ethical Slut Movement, I am – for the first time – open to the idea of a threesome. I just didn’t expect it to be with my sister’s dog!

    Don’t panic – consent was not an issue as Billy the dog was on top of the bed and we were under the quilt, so no debauchery took place. The fact that said dog managed to worm his way up the middle, ensured a night of decorum. I believe there was an old Welsh custom called ‘bundling’ where courting couples went to bed together but with a divider/bundling board for prevention of actual sex. Billy makes a great bundling board and hogs the quilt! An unusual night for my lover and me…

    So – this weekend was one of dog-sitting for me and a beer festival for him, but he was visiting Saturday through to Sunday afternoon.

    Saturday was pretty chilled once he recovered from his journey of storm-induced diversions and travelled the back lanes of South Wales. We chilled, took Billy for a walk and watched a lot of ‘Lucifer’ on Netflix. We both like quirky stuff and I’d loved ‘Lucifer’ – and now he does, too!

    We did manage a rather lovely discreet session Sunday morning ignored by a dozy Billy on the bedroom floor – I’d fed him before going back to bed for a cuddle. Billy was impervious to our kissing and teasing, my vibe and a rather lovely fuck but seemed a little disconcerted by the spontaneous slapping of my bottom by my playful lover. I don’t think he was traumatised, as he returned to his post-food coma…

    So – there I was cooking Sunday dinner, when my lover could resist no longer and we ended up watching another episode of ‘Lucifer’. And I jokingly accused him of only being with me for my Netflix when he quickly added my cooking and I realised no mention of sex! So I quickly added it in mock offence. We both decided the sex was excellent and I was reminded with some amusement of my initial anxieties about a sub man’s possible interest in sex…

  • Bondage for beginners Part 2 Erratum

    Erratum – Doh! Was week before Storm Amy – my memory was playing up – I am seventy you know…

  • Bondage for beginners – Part 2…

    Well – as usual – the first challenge is – what shall I wear?! My lover seems to think I’m rather into roleplay – can’t think why…

    I decided on a change of tone with the underpinnings – I have some rather nice bra and knicker sets I never wear nowadays so thought I’d get one out of the metaphoric mothballs. It’s purple with red ribbon and worked well with the black suspender belt and matching stockings. I wore a knee length black and white skirt and sensible white blouse – quite business-y I thought – finished off with high strappy red wedges.

    I had been thinking a lot about delivering a cold caning on the very convenient bucket chair and was looking forward to his arrival. Thanks to Storm Amy he was late and discovered new highways, byways and dodgy lanes of South Wales but got here suffering only limited trauma.

    Reader – I have to admit – I am total crap with a cane! He was a fabulous target. I am left-handed but tried both hands with various canes and held at different points. But I was somewhat chaotic in my strokes. Luckily he has reassured me of his hardiness and ability to endure some eye-watering stuff, so I did no harm – was just cack-handed figuratively as well as literally!

    I do however feel somewhat hoist on my own petard as my words come back to haunt me…

    “While I think safety and common sense are important, I don’t think one needs a safety certificate to smack a bottom! So my advice is play safe and have fun, but don’t feel you have to attend a masterclass before you can experiment. On the other hand, if you do fancy a masterclass fetish fairs and events can oblige!”

    His Mistress’s lesson to him on cane-wielding has served him well, but I like to think my scattergun approach has a certain charm and I did turn his arse a fabulous shade of red!

    And I certainly laid excellent foundations for further attacks across my lap with hairbrush, bath brushes and paddle. He is far quieter and more stoic than me, but I got the odd pleasing yelp.

    And then it was time for my second go at bondage. He looked fantastic spreadeagled across my bed and over my cushion with the cane resting along the groove of his arse and neatly dissecting the cheeks and his balls. His obvious Wicked Willy of a cock did spoil the lovely symmetry, but I’m not one to complain – especially after such an erratic caning! The redness of his bottom was not obviously as asymmetric as could be expected from  my lack of precision and skill.

    It was wonderful teasing and beating a spreadeagled and well-secured lover and while I can’t imagine being a rigger or rope bunny, tying someone up to play with them is amazingly satisfying. And I was much better with my other hitty toys than the canes. Luckily I have plenty of them…

    And of course it is great fun releasing a man from bondage to pleasure me.

    I couldn’t resist a photo of him in his bonds. And put it in my secure folder after his approval and sending him a copy via Whattsap. Was a bit of a surprise when there he was in all his glory next time I messaged him! So we both deleted and he rests cosily in our secure folders…

  • Bondage for beginners…

    …well – I guess a girl has to start somewhere – and this girl is 70 and very excited at having bought her second bondage kit – but this time she was going to christen it on someone else!

    I don’t really ‘get’ bondage – but know some lovely people who do – including my gorgeous polyamorous switchy lover who mainly identifies as a sub man and who happens to enjoys spicy vanilla with me – and I think that may qualify for the “it’s complicated…” relationship category! He (Gorgeous poly etc…)had a perfectly lovely time shackled and alone in an uncomfortable position for about an hour or so on his recent visit to his Mistress. The kink community have a fabulous motto – Your kink, not my kink but ok – and this is one of those for me. I’m delighted he is getting what he wants.

    But – being restrained for a beating or for erotic play and/or fucking? Bring it on! I joke about enjoying ‘bondage-lite’ and being restrained as outlined. I have ties, tape and some flimsy handcuffs that I enjoy being used on me.

    So, my first purchase of a less flimsy – but still soft-core – bondage kit must be about fifteen years ago before the Great God Amazon was the provider of all desires – including kinky paraphernalia as I’ve recently discovered! It was a set of webbing with adjustable wrist and ankle cuffs that you put the under mattress so the cuffs come out top and bottom of the sides of the bed to attach to a spread-eagled person. I think I got it on line but can’t remember details. It was a birthday present for my lovely long-term friend-with-benefits and we christened it in a hotel room in Tenby as part of his birthday celebrations and I was the one secured down. Happy days!

    And I got to thinking it would be rather fun restraining my current lover for beating and teasing again – but with something a little sturdier than scarves and ties as I used the first and last time I tied him up (https://spinstersexploits.blog/2025/09/17/domme-ing-it-up-part-2/ )

    This time around, I was awash with online sellers of bondage kits and found ones that fitted my memories of the one I’d previously bought. They all seemed to be made in China – like so much else – whoever the seller – so I reluctantly went for Amazon for a quick delivery.

    It arrived and seemed perfect for my middle-of-the-road bondage plans. And made my bedmaking far more challenging and entertaining than usual! All that was now needed, was a wonderful lover to fit into the cuffs…

  • Traumatising the young…

    We’d had an amazing – and plentiful – Chinese meal Saturday night and I was planning a full roast for Sunday lunch, so we decided we needed a little more exercise than the rather lovely fuck that brightened up our Sunday morning. And so we went for a walk. It was a gorgeous autumn morning and we enjoyed stretching our legs.

    We were quite circumspect and just had the odd little snog enroute for the fun of it. As we were nearing my home, we were alone on a quiet riverside path when he decided to go for a full-on snog plus arse-grab – and then we noticed the two teenage girls walking along the path towards us…!  We walked past each other with no acknowledgement – the first young woman was trying not to laugh and the second found the ground absolutely fascinating!

    And us – we tried not to giggle, but with little success! I think we sort of managed straight-ish faces as we passed them, but definitely not poker – and got full-on giggles further down the path.

    Just trying to work out whether we’re nearer their grandparent or great grandparent age range!

  • Erratum and Wardrobe challenges…

    I realise I may not have been entirely fair in my last post. I forgot to mention that the skill with the knot was that of him, not me. And he did take off my stockings beautifully as well…

  • Trapped by a cheap French maid costume…

    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…

    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 19th 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

    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