Often, I hardly have to close my eyes before a feast of spanking fantasies starts to present itself for my consumption.
I’m facinated by how kink overlays real-life memories in my slumber. Take last night: the girl trudging disconsolately from the hockey pitch, all muddy knees and worried face, sent off by the referee in an inter-school match. She’d know, you see, that a sending-off (a most rare occurence) was always punished by a caning.
I watched her on the bus back to the school, sitting in silence, lost in thought and fears. I wondered, as she must have done, how soon after her return she’d be called to the see the Headmaster.
And here’s the interesting thing. The hockey pitch from which she trudged was clearly one at my old school. The sports pavilion was there in the background; her lonely walk back to the changing rooms took her past the groundsman’s cottage. I could hear the studs of her boots click along the badly-paved pathway.
What other interesting dreams await? Whippings in Waitrose? Canings in the cathedral? Tawsings in the town square?
can’t catch up with all the post in the pre-departure craze. I’ll think of you when I arrive in England (we’ll spend a night in a hotel in London), and I’ll see you some other time!
I mean, my husband and I will be spending the night in a hotel in London. Any ideas for fun?
Amber: Have a wonderful trip – hadn’t realized you were leaving so soon – thought it would be when school was out for summer. Maybe pick up a ‘Lonely Planet’ – it should be full of ideas, albeit not kinky! Best wishes.