Abel's spanking blog & stories
We finally emerged from the cocoon of our lovely resort this morning, for the first time since we got here 11 days ago. It being New Year’s Eve, and that being officially a big day for Ukrainians, Haron wanted to be taken shopping. We hiked for miles in the blistering midday heat (OK, strolled for ten minutes along the lovely shady path), and found ourselves in a duty free shopping mall, where a girl was indulged to her heart’s content.
More importantly, though, it meant that we were able to finish 2007 with one of best startles of the year, for next to the shopping centre was a most wonderfully-named complex. Its name, helpfully translated on the sign outside?
Correctional Academy of Malaysia
Our imaginations went into overdrive, as you can no doubt imagine. The lack of fences suggested that this was not some high-security institution. No, we decided: this would be a school for girls being given their ‘last chance’ – good girls, from good families, whose behaviour was giving cause for concern.
The regime would be strict, of course. Each morning, at dawn – before the temperature rose too high – the Governor would inspect a parade of all of the students. That day’s newcomers would be brought to the front, to be given their introductory caning: six hard strokes, to deter them from incurring future punishments during their stay.
Miscreants from the previous day would then take their turn, being strapped down over the tressle to receive an appropriate number of strokes for their offences. And woe betide any girl who arrived late for the parade: she’d be directed to join not the girls lined up in their ranks, but the back of the queue of girls to be caned.
Now, why do I have a feeling that Haron might be caught later, having escaped from the Academy…
PS a quick search on the internet on our return revealed the Academy to be a training school for prison officers, but who are we to allow reality to get in the way of fantasy?
PPS in the words of one of our favourite songs, by The Divine Comedy, we’d like to extend our very best wishes for the coming year to “the friends that we’ve known, and those that we now know, and those who we’ve yet to meet”
Sarah
December 31st, 2007 at 8:31 am
I would suggest that images springing to mind for “A training school for prison officers” could give rise to a great deal of kinky play… but have to admit I DO prefer your version.
Poor Haron, if just arriving late for parade gets a girl caned, escaping must lead to very severe punishment when caught… do tell!
Wishing you both a very Happy 2008, and the same to all fellow commentators and readers here at our happy online home.
Rob
December 31st, 2007 at 9:37 am
Wishing you all a very Happy 2008, and may we all be so lucky as to be late for the parade such that there are consequences to get the year off to a kinky good start!
(Oh what a shame, says Abel. If they’d all been here I could have had a whole line up of commenters to cane!!)
Kate
December 31st, 2007 at 2:03 pm
Ha, Rob, that is his punishment for escaping to a far, far away land, and – Wait. I’ve been reading too many fairytales. Happy 2008 to all of you. I’ll be making some interesting New year’s resolutions…
This year I will:
- Be good OR Be good at not getting caught
- Stop making rude comments to people I do not actually know very well
Feel free to inspire me with more suggestions
hermione
December 31st, 2007 at 2:18 pm
My ex-husband worked for the Correctional Services of Canada. Strangely enough, he wasn’t interested in spanking me. But of course, I expect he got his fill of that at work each day, so why would he want to come home to (sigh) more of the same?
Happy New Year to everyone!
Hugs,
Hermione
Evie
January 1st, 2008 at 2:01 pm
Kate- that second one sounds like a good one, I might copy you! x