Sitting on a train home from London last week, we found ourselves next to an amazingly posh couple. The gentleman’s suit had quite clearly cost more than our car, and the lady’s silk skirt had evidently been magicked together by the fingers of a hundred naked virgins working solidly for at least four months under the stern eye of a cruel, whip-wielding supervisor.
Of course, the upper classes are past masters at retaining as much of their wealth as possible, and so their first-class tickets came with a senior citizen’s discount. Her Ladyship left her railcard out on the table – and I wasn’t a little surprised to see that she really was a ‘Lady’.
Google is a wonderful thing, and the train’s wireless internet connection was working for once: our curiosity led us to details of Baron B—‘s public school education, service in the Guards, grand stately home and elevation to his (hereditary) peerage.
We particularly smiled at the thought that, although he was in his 70s, their daughters were younger than Haron. She sat for the reminder of the journey with “called into daddy’s library to be soundly punished for being naughty” fantasies etched quite plainly across her face. I rather fancied the idea of inviting his Lordship to take her home to punish – for dunking her shortbread in the tea, perhaps – but I wasn’t sure that that would really have been the done thing…
I love the idea of you googling people as they sat opposite on the train, I often wonder if all the people busy tapping away on their laptops are working or just trying to appear to be, never imagined they could be checking up on fellow travellers!
I treated myself to 1st class home from London last Monday (saving some pennies myself with a student railcard)but while I most certainly got value for money in coffee and large G&T’s I didn’t have anyone interesting sitting anywhere near me to fuel my fantasies *sigh*. Better luck next time?
LOVE this post and can totally relate to you, Haron, spending your time conjuring up scenes related to this couple. I did much the same recently and thought I was being completely discreet until my husband said, “You’re lost aren’t you – lost in your fantasy world.” I can only hope that he is the only one who knows what I am really doing, or else the game is up.
Sarah: Since ‘coming out’ one of the huge benefits is that I can find all sorts of people interesting re spanking scenarios – people that I otherwise wouldn’t have considered candidates. Pick someone and give it a try – you may be surprised.
Rob: I do look at people and put them into my fantasies, often! Just didn’t have anyone anywhere near me to fantasise about on my train journey… oh, well perhaps a passing moment when the lady dishing up the chopped apples dropped a few, I did briefly imagine her being punished for it, but she didn’t really look the sort who would take it too well, more the sort who would knock the head off anyone who dared, so not ideal
One lady I run into occasionally at work has no idea how often I imaging her having to take me to task for all sorts of (imagined) naughtiness, and all because of a comment she once made about a hairbrush
Sarah: I see that I am preaching to the converted, and sometimes it’s just not going to happen, but I find fodder sometimes in NOT putting myself in the picture, but rather imagining how he might react to her….that sort of thing.
Oh yes Rob, I’m totally converted and yes, I too sometimes put myself in the role of observer, after all, sometimes a girl prefers not to be at the painful end of a spanking, even if just a fantasy painful end!