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…
I just went and looked at the slides on the Tate website. The picture of the closed tubes gave me instant claustrophobia.
Since the tubes are transparent on top, I wonder if a skirt that flew up or was raised on purpose would be glimpsed by viewers?
Molly – most certainly. Indeed, whilst I was watching proceedings in the crowd on the ground floor, one young lady did find herself rather embarrassed by the revealing configuration of her attire when she reached the bottom of the slides…
Note to self: wear jeans! And about 6 pairs of knickers
Any gentleman wishing to take Minxette sliding is hereby recommended to ensure that she goes in a skirt, minus knickers 😉
Can we have a school trip there sir? I’d like to be partners with Haron, because Minxette leads me astray. All the time!
That’s right, Rapunzel; you come with me, I’ll _never_ let anything bad happen to you. *eg*
You can’t go on a slide in a skirt, it would be positively indecent – even *with* knickers! (But I still wanna go on the slides!)
And then there are all those birches outside Tate Modern, just asking to be cut and applied…