The pair of paddled girls
Posted by Abel on 28 Dec 2007 at 07:22 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
I wondered in my most recent post whether the two consecutively-paddled girls in the hotel would avoid one another thereafter, or be united in adversity to become firm friends. Sarah’s comment proposed the latter, suggesting that “they would end up getting into mischief together and consequently getting punished together too”.
I immediately thought of the excursion programme that our resort offers every morning – dull-sounding trips to dull-sounding places. (Other than feeding the eagles, that is: but that apparently requires spending most of the day at sea, and neither Haron nor I can face the idea).
Fathers, though, would think of the idea of excursions as a ‘good thing’: their young ladies should ‘take in some culture’. It would be ‘educational’. By pure coincidence, our two heroines would find themselves, reluctantly, dragged by their respective fathers to the hotel reception at some ungodly hour, for the “Towns and Temples Tour”.
The girls would recognise one another, of course, and as they clambered into the minibus together, they would sit beside one another and shyly start to chat. “You two look as if you know one another already,” one father would comment. One of the girls would blushingly whisper an embarrassed explanation.
Later, the group would stop to explore a ruined temple. The girls would set off on their own, stern fatherly warnings not to be late for the 4pm departure ringing in their ears. Only neither of them would have a watch; the temple would turn out to be fascinating; they would lose track of time. It would be nearer 5 by the time they return to the had-been-worried, now-furious waiting party.
Their fathers would step forward; their explanations, their excuses would be brushed aside. “It seems that neither of you has learned from your punishment earlier in the week,” one would say.
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I can’t decide whether the fathers would cut switches from some nearby tree, using the tour guide’s pocket knife, and bend their girls over by the dusty roadside, next to one another, to punish them there and then…
…or whether they would be taken back to the hotel, where one father would suggest that it would save the hotel staff some work if the duo were to be paddled together this time. The other would offer the use of their room, and the girls would find themselves bent over the crisp white sheets.
And even in the hotel, decisions remain: would they be bent over facing one another, or side by side? Would they be allowed to hold hands? Would both fathers be used to administering discipline on the bare – or only one? And if so, would the latter require his daughter to lower her shorts and knickers too this time, “as it’s only fair that you be treated equally”?
Would one girl be punished, then the other, or would the strokes alternate? And if the strokes alternated, would the paddle be passed from one father to the next after each whack, so each punished his own daughter – or would the first father administer (say) the first ten whacks, five to each girl, before allowing the other a turn?
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Of course it would have made sense if one or other of the fathers had made sure that the girls had a means of telling the time before letting them wander off to explore but perhaps that’s something for the girls to mention to Daddy at a later date…
Punishing the girls at the side of the road in full view of the waiting mini bus may make some of the other visitors feel better after they have had to wait for over an hour for the late comers… however, if there are no public facilities nearby they may be anxious to get back to the hotel to make a call of nature, so I think the girls being told off and lectured about their forthcoming punishment on the drive back to the hotel would be a good plan and show the other tourists on the trip that justice will be served…
I see the girls both bare bottomed bent over the bed side to side, knowing theat they are each going to be punished by both fathers, wondering who has the hardest swing and both pondering on which option is preferable. If their own Daddy spanks harder then at least some of the strokes will be less painful this time, but that means that all other spankings are harder than their new friend gets… does that seem fair?
They cast each other little supportive and symathetic glances while they wait for the two men to stop being so polite…
“please, you take the paddle first…”
“oh no, after you…”
“no…. after you…”
“I insist…”
Do we feel sorry for the young lady who can’t take the waiting any longer and cries out…
“For Heaven sake will you just get on with it, if you’re going to paddle us, then do it NOW!!!!”
No…. I didn’t think we did
Great reply, Sarah! You’re such a pervert
Love the idea of a girl wondering whether her own daddy would spank the harder…
As to either of the girls making any sort of insolent comment, though… No, I think I’m more along the lines of thinking that they’d be in tears before the punishment (worried about their nervous-looking friend, not their own fate, of course).
When I’m in trouble I can manage to be in tears and nervous and still open my big mouth and put my foot firmly in it…. and I really, really wish I didn’t do that!
… but I am sure that you are treated most sympathetically when you do…
(Falls about laughing)
Abel - Some things are no laughing matter you know!
*I* understand Sarah. Really, some men!!
I have always marvelled at Haron’s write ups on the PB when she says, “Yes. Yes. Quite right. 18 hard strokes of the cane. Totally agree.” or something like that.
Of course a girl is going to put her foot in it! It’s a tense time. Foot in mouth disease is totally understandable. But of course, Abel would say “the girl would do best to accept the consequences….” but easier said that done, mate! (speaking hypothetically of course, Abel. Just trying to appease Sarah and all that…)
LOL, Thanks Rob, I’m feeling nicely appeased now…
I am generally pretty good at accepting the consequences of foot in mouth disease, and even quite good at agreeing that the consequences are fair and deserved… still wish I could keep quiet at times though so we didn’t have to go there in the first place!