To Tate Modern, the art gallery on the south bank of the Thames built within the former Bankside power station. The cavernous internal space has been filled with a collection of near-vertical slides, catapulting visitors - who should presumably be concentrating on the Picassos - from the upper floors to ground-level at great speed.

I imagined a group of girls out for the day in London, queuing for their turns - in the highest of spirits, excepting one off their number, for whom the realisation had dawned that the previous evening’s thrashing would make the impending trip down an excruciating experience.

And then I became more practical in my pervy thinking. The Tate issues timed tickets for the steepest descent. There’s a budget hotel within a few minutes’ walk. Booking both in advance, and timing the exercise carefully, one could therefore despatch a freshly-striped behind down a slide within minutes of the girl’s bare-bottomed caning. Best of all, the look on her face would be plainly visible for all to see via the webcams at the foot of the slides…

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