Abel's spanking blog & stories
The chap in front of me coming through immigration at Heathrow yesterday was wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with the slogan:
“Cane VIII 2001″
He was in the queue for British citizens, naturally.
I’m fascinated. Who are the Cane Eight? Were they wielding or receiving?
Did they perhaps compete against other nations in a Caning World Cup tournament, each country sending teams of four caners and four canees, points being awarded for style and stoicism respectively as they thrashed it out live on primetime TV to carry off the coveted Golden Rattan.
I wonder who selects the team? Abel for England?! All those training sessions would doubtless be tough, but if my country calls…
sparkle
June 1st, 2006 at 5:23 pm
He may have been British, but he’d been to the U.S. for the 8th annual meeting of C.A.N.E.
http://www.caneweb.org/index.asp
Are you certain it said 2001 instead of 2004?
There is, btw, an executive committee for CANE. In case that fires your imagination….
sparkle
robeach
September 27th, 2006 at 10:05 pm
I am reminded of Heathrow early one Friday morning, waiting in a glass-enclosed boarding area. I was on California time and transitting to Amsterdam. A young British couple was seated in the corner, totally involved with each other. He was in charge and offered his shoulder to comfort the young lady. Would they be alone for the weekend or have a group to meet up with? The imagination gets all worked up in such moments, especially when you’ve been up all night.