The lady opposite me on the train is using her bookmark as she reads, sliding it down the page line-by-line.

It’s made of brown leather. About six inches long by two wide. Its end splits into multiple tassles.

“OMG,” I thought, when I first glanced in her direction. “She’s reading with a tawse.”

It isn’t. Quite. But it might be rather effective. And it’s got me thinking. I wonder if I could get away with using the small, authentic hand-tawse that I bought for Haron in the same way, on some future journey?

I’m even picturing the conversation with a customs officer at some airport. “It’s a bookmark. A torze? No, officer, I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

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