I start work early, upstairs in my office. It’s 9.30 a.m., one morning last week, and Haron’s woken, kissed me good morning, then gone downstairs. I arrive in the living room, to find her typing at her computer.
“And what sort of service is this, young lady?” I enquire, in my best fake upper-class-I-demand-to-be-obeyed accent. “You know full well that a girl is to serve breakfast before 9 each morning on a silver tray.”
She immediately stands, and curtsies. “I am so sorry, sir. Please don’t beat me…”
(Actually, I didn’t. I was far too hungry!)
And then on the morning of our departure on holiday, as she emerged from the shower an hour before the cab arrived to take her to the airport. She found me sitting on the bed: a disciplinary, bare-bottomed spanking was administered to her warm, freshly-washed backside. A *hard* disciplinary spanking, at that, to make sure she behaves while we’re away.
Half way through, it occurs to me to wonder whether the bedroom window is closed behind the drawn blinds, or whether we’re entertaining (or worrying) the neighbours. “It is,” she promised. And I started to wonder about other girls who might swear that it was not, to end their spanking. And about the consequences for them should their gentleman happen to check, some minutes later, and find that it had indeed been closed all along.
This idea – to spank in advance of bad behaviour – intrigues me. Did you think it was really necessary or did you just feel like it?
Guess which option my money is on?
I love the idea of being spanked in advance to make sure I behave, saves all the effort of misbehaving later! 😉
Sarah: Well, yes, I suppose one could look at it that way. I mean if she hadn’t had a ‘pre-emptive strike’ so to speak who knows what might have happened – cavorting with strangers, running up and down the beach naked, dancing on tabletops singing ‘God Save the Queen’ and any manner of activities that could have seen them extradicted back to the fair isles. Oh yes, I’m sure it was quite necessary!!!! LOL
What’s that you say Abel? Pity *I* hadn’t received said pre-emptive strike myself?? Well, you may be surprised to read that I’m on my own for a few days in the country. “Mmmm, that explains it,” he says…….
Rob – precisely the circumstances in which a disciplinary spanking would have been appropriate, to make sure you behaved in his absence and spare you from more serious punishment on his return…
Abel: I’m frightened enough, my dear, without this.
Is there such a thing as regression in spankoville?
I got one hard stripe last weekend and made it pretty clear I was *NOT* up for any more of those, thank you very much. They’ve been held over, and I’ve lost my courage (no, not my marbles)and can’t seem to find it anywhere.
(There! If that doesn’t make him sorry for me, nothing will!!)
This reminds me of a slippering I received from Abel whilst in his and Haron’s bedroom once. When we opened the blind later, we did indeed discover that the window had been left open behind it! Oops…
Pre-emptive discipline has to be better than committing an offence and then having to be punished for it, I think? And it reminds a girl that she is loved and cared for too, in the way that she needs to be.
Rob… have you looked for your marbles just in case your courage is with them? 😉
I’ve had trouble concentrating in work today after reading Rob’s comments just before I left this morning. I keep having random images flash through my mind of Haron running naked up and down the beach singing God save the Queen while cavorting strangers look on…
Wow, Haron is brave! I would have said the window was open and then I’d run away and hide for, like, a week.
I think Abel is quite possibly the scariest person on the planet!
Martha – good way to teach a girl to take her punishments quietly, don’t you think? (And hey, we have a lot of nice rugs that need beating, if anyone asks – and the carpet beater to prove it).
Sarah – running naked up and down the beach “with a striped backside”, surely?
Hi, Smudge – and what would have happened at the end of the week, when (inevitably) you were caught? (Sulks. Not scary. Nice. Kind (as in ‘sometimes has to be cruel to be’)!!!)
OK, running naked around the beach I can see, but singing “God Save the Queen”? I doubt I’d stoop to that.
There has to be a limit to everything…
Sarah: Really laughing out loud here! Very funny.
I didn’t so much find my courage as my courage found me. Husband arrived last night with similar philosophy to Abel…you know that ‘have to be cruel to be kind’ thing….but I’m still looking for my marbles…
Abel – um… maybe you would demonstrate how kind and nice and non-scary you claim to be by taking pity on me and then nothing would happen?
Ah, but one has to think of a girl’s best interests, Smudge, and a girl would have to learn that such misbehaviour isn’t acceptable… (I might be kind and not add interest on to the number of whacks, though, if a girl looked particularly repentant).
(Enjoying the thought of Rob sitting uncomfortably whilst writing her last comment). (Oh, damn, I’m supposed to be being *nice*!)
Hi Abel: I’ve been reading about customs in Malaysia this evening, quite by chance, and apparently there is one about men turning 40. Apparently 40 is a very significant age in Malaysia and on a man’s 40th birthday, his wife is allowed to cane *him*. The custom is designed to prove to a wife that he is now fully grown up and can get as good as he gives. If you ask the locals they may not know about it. Apparently there was once a Lord of Nice who moved to Malaysia who began the custom back in 1901, and it tends to apply only to British travellers. How fortuitous that you should be in Malaysia on your 40th birthday (or close thereto) to partake of this honour…..
Gold star to Rob for the funniest piece of writing in our comments this year
Do you know the sequel, though? Said Lord Nice then moved to Australia to be High Commissioner, and had a mandate to cane any Australian girls who had ever corresponded with him…
Abel: Well, yes I believe there was a Lord Nice who did indeed become a High Commissioner here, but I’m sorry to have to advise that historical records here indicate that his trunk of canes was lost at sea and as you might know, canes in Australia are rather difficult to come by. Whilst waiting for fresh supplies he decided there were other forms of stroking a girl that were also quite pleasing and by the time the canes arrived he had lost all desire, using his efforts to please Australian girls in other ways. I do so hope this information has not disappointed you Abel.
…and many thanks for the gold star. Even if you are “the scariest person on the planet” I still think you are terrific.
You mean there are other ways to please girls?
😉
Abel: Well, I best not go into it dear, the ‘s’ word being forbidden on your blog, but I do believe Lord Nice was onto something….
Oh, you mean s-nogging…
(Sex isn’t forbidden – we just choose not to write about it. But any commenters wishing to provide lurid accounts for our titillation are always very welcome to do so!)
Oh! Did you think I meant ‘SEX’!? Oh yes, I can see how you might think that, but down under it is summer time and we are very into the ‘slip, slop and slap’ way of thinking. Even back in Lord Nice’s era, people were very conscious of the effects of our harsh sun and appreciated a man who assisted them with that.
Lurid sexual accounts? Gee wiz, I can’t help you there. I’m not that sort of girl!!