I’m in the middle of a few days post-conference break in Atlanta. What a lovely city: I’ve been extremely pleasantly surprised. A kinky friend joined me here for the weekend.
Our hotel room is up on the 63rd floor, with panoramic floor to ceiling windows. One does have to wield the cane with slightly more purpose to make a girl concentrate and avoid her being able to distract herself with the views below. I do hope that passengers in passing planes are not in the habit of surveying the city with binoculars…
PS I must apologise to the cleaning staff for the pair of handprints left on your nice, clean windows. You can rest assured that the culprit was soundly thrashed.
A ‘Room with a View’ is about a repressed Edwardian young lady. Repressed meaning, to keep under, to put down, prevent from sounding, or bursting out or rioting. Have you got all those possible scenarios covered Abel?? Of course you have dear. Your readers would expect nothing less!!
With what? *giggles*
Abel
Just this January met someone for a spanking or two in Atlanta. We stayed at the Hilton on the executive floor but b/c he was also at a professional conference he was so freaked out about anyone hearing us. He put towels under the doors and cranked up the radio which had terrible reception. How did you deal with possible extraneous noise? I mean it was my first time in a hotel and I was not worried but he really was but then again it was his colleagues not mine. I guess my question is how do you minimize noise in a hotel? Gabriella
Gabriella: Recently we stayed in a hotel in a ‘garden room’ and we could hear the woman next door cough, so this was a challenge for us. We turned onto the station telecasting the Rugby game. It seemed to work – at least we didn’t get a knock on the door. After that we just threw caution to the wind. Anyway, “why would she complain?” my husband argued, when she is getting free entertainment. (Actually his comments were a lot ruder but I won’t subject you to those!)
Gabriella
I love the thought of the hotels in Atlanta being filled with the sound of spanking
I fear I’m not as discreet as I probably should be… I do occasionally remember to turn on the TV; I tend towards the cane as my implement of choice (being somewhat quieter when it lands than, say, a paddle); and young ladies tend to know that excessive noise in response to any strokes will attract further whacks.
To be honest, I doubt anyone would complain, but if they did ever knock on the door, all they’d find would be people having consensual fun, and who could object to that?
Abel: Not being as discreet as you probably should be is, I think, part of the appeal. It’s that dichotomy between ‘we are two consensual adults and it’s nobody’s business but ours’, and ‘this could be really embarrassing if we were confronted’ that adds to the interest. To put oneself in the opposite position, imagine walking down the corridor of the hotel, hearing the swish of a cane and a “ahhhh” a moment later, and is there anybody who would not be aroused??