Startles – those moments when vanilla life generates a comment that excites one’s kinky interest - don’t have to involve spanking per se. Take two vignettes from a day out in London last weekend.

The first was in the new Household Cavalry Museum, on the caption describing a clock:

The time is set to 4pm commemorating the moment in 1894 when Queen Victoria, having found the Guard gambling and drinking, ordered a daily inspection at 4pm for the next 100 years.

Known as the ‘Punishment Parade’, it has become a tradition that continues today.

Later, lunching in Imli (our second favourite Indian restaurant), the next table was occupied by a gentleman with his much younger lady friend. She was just ‘my type’, with a lovely Northern accent. The dialogue as I overhead it went something like this:

Him: So how old is your mother?

Her: 42. She was only 17 when she had me. She got married in the September; I arrived in the December.

Him: Wow, she’s only two years older than me.

(Pause)

Him. And how old’s your sister?

Her: 17.

He didn’t say much for a minute or two, but I could see his mind on overdrive with all sorts of most inappropriate thoughts. As, indeed, was mine.

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