The Spanking Writers

Glorious, perfect weather greeted day 2 of my holiday, so we set off to visit one of the big attractions in the area: the Alnwick Gardens.  Think beautiful English country garden, reeking with tradition – and yet this has been purpose-built in only the last few years, the dream of Alnwick Castle’s owner, the Duchess of Northumberland.  It’s an amazing place and, as you might imagine, ripe with potential atmosphere for the spanko tourist!

So many memories to share with you… First the huge, carved wooden chairs in the treehouse restaurant, their towering backs studded with holes at varying heights to suit all subs and positions!  We enjoyed enough peace to experiment with a few, Abel obliging Haron and I with some trial swats to ensure authenticity.  This obviously laid the foundations for our wanderings up to the walled flower garden subsequently, when he directed us to another secluded corner containing wooden garden furniture.  “Take a chair each, girls: kneel up and wait for me.”  Obediently we did so and I have to say that, despite some good hearty spanks, he was kinder to our jean-clad bottoms than the wooden slats were to our knees!

In high spirits, we continued our explorations and discovered a great addition to any kinky playground: a bamboo shoot maze!  Too tender and green to be raided – not that a good girl would do such a thing anyway of course – but still a wonderful idea – privet is so last century darling!  And what an open invitation for two girls, scampering along after Abel, to suddenly dive off down a different path and “lose” him!  Much schoolgirl giggling and running around ensued as we retraced our steps and tried to find him.

He was eventually spotted, having exited the maze, standing on the main lawn and sending some delightfully explicit “Come here now, you naughty children” body language our way!  How delicious to be sternly rebuked for our antics, warned what a repeat of such behaviour would render us liable to, feel the thrill of it chase down my spine!

We then had to be left unsupervised whilst Abel investigated the award-winning public conveniences and were most effectively tethered for the duration.  He made us stand either side of a flower urn, Haron’s right foot touching one edge and my left foot the other, with strict orders that they were to remain in contact until his return!  How can such a simple instruction, and the adherence to it, be so intoxicating?

These are just a few of my happy memories of our English country garden idyll.  One last addition though, to complete day 2 of my stay, and whet your appetites for future Spanking Writers’ posts.  On our way home, we stopped off at a wonderful second hand bookshop to browse for anything with a corporal punishment slant – for, as you know, Abel and Haron take their research on your behalf *very* seriously!  You’ll be pleased to hear that the visit was successful, with a number of new volumes purchased and delighted over that evening.  One of which was unearthed by yours truly who, having been compelled to pull forth a nondescript-looking hardback entitled “The History of Tommie Brown” (perhaps thinking fondly of Tom Brown and his schooldays?), found it to have the subtitle “Let pain be pleasure and pleasure be pain”! A quick browse bore out this promise, so look out some day for some fantastical anecdotes about King Tawse and his magical powers for making young ladies’ palms smart!