The Spanking Writers

Every magazine, every newspaper is a source of potential kinky ideas.

Take a travel magazine I read on a plane last week. Good thing parents have articles on “how to deal with your kids on vacation”: without the insights of this particular journal’s erudite contributors, children everywhere would no doubt have been abandoned at the edge of the hotel pool in the blazing sun without protective cream, left to wander the streets of the city alone late at night, and fed leftovers from the dodgiest food stalls in town. I mean, really.

One section of the feature did catch my attention, though. “HELP! My daughter’s formed an unsuitable relationship with a local youth.” The advisers opt for the cool advice: “invite him on a family day out” and encourage them to keep in touch afterwards via MySpace. I jumped instead to mental images of the young lady bent over the end of her hotel-room bed, as daddy’s belt punished her for disappearing without permission and drove home the importance of chaste behaviour.

And then they recommended a new hotel in Boston – the city in which I administered my first-ever real-life spanking back in 1999. (Oh, what wonderful memories!). I travel there on a not-too-infrequent basis for work, and this establishment sounds like my sort of place: “rooms are immaculate, modern and bright”, yet it’s relatively central and cheap.

The publication then qualifies its recommendation:

“The only thing guests might object to is the YWCA downstairs, which brings a touch of ‘youth hostel’ to the lobby.”

Object? To the presence of lots of cute young American lasses – away from home; needing guidance and discipline? My goodness, that’s the best thing about the hotel. Guess where I’m going to stay next time I am in town.