Warren Street station. The yóung woman next to me peers anxiously at the densely-typed sheet of instructions in her hand, then studies the tube map.
“You will report to the designated Punishment Centre at Pimlico at 5pm prompt, so that we may administer a birching to you, as ordered by the court.” *
It was already 4.30 ; no wonder she looked nervous…
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* At least, this is what I assume must have been written on her piece of paper.
Mental note to self: Keep a look out for men at railway stations, who may not LOOK like perverts but who may nonetheless, be thinking their own perverted thoughts, turning my simple checking of instructions from a friend as to how to find her special little dress shop in the city, into a scene from a spanking story………
Note to self: If ever travelling abroad, avoid making eye contact with older gentlemen in railway stations… You could end up in quite a predicament…
Fortunately I wouldn’t class myself as an “older gentleman”, so I could safely catch Wanda’s eye…
*grins* I happened to pass through Warren Street on my way to Waterloo just a bit later than 4.30pm on Monday!
As it was I turned out to be a bare 2 or 3 minutes late for my own appointment, hardly late at all but the shutters were down and firmly locked and there was no one in sight. I dreaded the thought of having to return the next day!
(And all this for a pair of shoes – and more, as I have to go back on Friday!)
Spankable: As I scrolled down to the last line with my mind imagining some terribly strict chap locking you out and making you wait another 24 hours for your ‘appointment’, to teach you the importance of punctuality, I have to admit I was disappointed to discover your journey was for shoes! Not to underestimate the importance of shoes, of course. You can never have too many pairs of shoes!!!! Why, shoes are to girls what implements are to Abel. Indispensable.
Abel- I wasn’t insinuating that you were old (if that were the case I would have said “elderly guy” or something of that sort). I simply meant “older (than me) gentleman)… yeah… that’s it. 😛
Rob, glad to know it had the intended effect, haha!
They really are important though, shoes. A good pair of shoes can make all the difference, and when I’ve got a good pair I’m very reluctant to give up on them. Hence rushing to the cobblers before it closed at 6pm on Monday, and getting there just after
Wanda is hereby awarded the Spanking Writers’ inaugural Digging Self Out Of Hole award 😉
Spankable – agree with you about shoes being important. Especially nice slippers or plimsolls…
Abel – I actually need a new pair of trainers for the summer and did look at some plimsolls – thought it might be a bit too much like an invitation to my Other Half, though!
I am the winner!!!! *bows* hold your applause…
I’d like to thank the Academy, my peers, my brothers for teaching me how to talk my way out of trouble…..