We were upgraded at the resort we’ve been staying in to the most fabulous suite – really, quite the most amazing hotel room I’ve ever seen. The main balcony (we have two, see) stretches the entire width of the top floor of one of the wings of the hotel, with an uninterrupted panoramic view across the sea. The sun’s just risen on the New Year, quite spectacularly, behind one of the islands to my left; a couple of fishing boats are moored in the bay. It’s warm – the cloudless sky hints at another of those almost-too-hot-to-sit-outside days to come. (I have very pale skin, see: I mark easily).
From the left hand edge of the balcony, one can see down to the hotel’s main pool. It’s deserted at this early hour – well before breakfast, well after even the boldest of the skinny-dippers have fled back to the safety of their rooms.
Deserted, that is, save for the four young ladies in hotel uniform standing in an evenly-spaced line on the boardwalk next to the pool. They’re facing the sea, backs to the hotel. A manager stands behind them, cane in hand; at his order, the girls simultaneously lean forward to grasp their ankles. (I pause to wonder how many other early risers are watching the scene from their balconies).
He strolls along the line three times. First, he lifts skirts neatly out of the way. Second, he walks back down, lowering their knickers. And on his third trip, he punishes each girl for the previous day’s misdemeanours with four sharp strokes of his cane. Each swish, each crack resonates through the calm morning air, the harsh sounds of punishment mingling with the crashing waves and twittering birdsong.
Then they dress, and disappear to start their day’s duties, and the poolside is empty once again, as if nothing had happened.
Lol! If only it were true and not another marvellous figment from the mind of Abel!
I’ve just seen the weather forecast for your home town, not sure when you’re back but I don’t doubt Haron will be longing to have her bottom warmed, and the rest of her too, no more “almost-too-hot-to-sit-outside days”, more like “almost-too-cold-to-get-out-of-bed days” ….but perhaps that’s not such a bad thing!;)
Abel: You are so into this aren’t you? I see girls back in London being asked to dress as maids for months to come. “Oh come on Abel” they’ll say, “we’re tired of being maids”, but you will say, “What Mr.James says, goes….”
..and what did you do to earn an upgrade by the way? You didn’t make a big fuss about the New Year’s dinner did you? No, more likely that the gardener nearly wet your IPOD. You remind me of the time we complained like hell when they sold our hotel room in Washington…they upgraded us to the Presidential suite..and we stopped oomplaining…so out with it…what did you do?
Indeed, a fine sight, but alas only in the imagination.
Mmmmmm – sounds idyllic. The tropical heat and the spankings. We have had more snow already than in the whole of last year. Oh, well, that’s global warming for you!
It snowed here as well! Exept I still get really exitied, revert to seven-year-old mode and go toboganing. Now if it would just keep snowing for the next ten days I won’t have to take any exams…
No fair, it’s not snowing where I live!
Hey, Evie, you feel like sharing some of that snow with other over-examined indivuduals? Pretty please?
It can’t be snowing at home.
Can’t be. Not fair.
Sulks. Stamps feet. Rips up plane tickets.
Well, we’d better make the most of our last day’s sunshine, hadn’t we? And we’ve just been reunited with those nice canes we bought in KL at the start of the trip, which we left here when we went to the resort. And you wouldn’t want Haron to sit comfortable on the flight home, would you?!
If Haron is anything like me, then she won’t be wanting to sit comfortably on the flight home, nothing I like more than squirming uncomfortably on journeys after a good caning, but then I could be considered a little odd to some poeple
You are in good company here Sarah 😉 Although my natural response is still to sympathise with a girl facing a caning whilst forgetting that, on another level, the pain will delight her!
Safe travels, you two. Hope it’s not too freezing when you get back!
Smudge- I’m mentally beaming snow in your direction. Hoping it works!