Dreaming of the workhouse
Posted by Abel on 28 Jan 2008 at 07:15 am | Tagged as: Other Stuff
I cuddled up to Haron as she stirred yesterday morning, and whispered my night’s dream to her.
I’d been a gentleman visiting the local Workhouse, to select a girl. Not for any illicit purposes, you understand: I needed a bright young thing to help with some work in my country house.
I’d interviewed a selection of their inmates: one girl stood out, shy but sharp. On payment of the appropriate fee, the Master of the Workhouse brought her to me. Only there was a slight hitch: “You see, sir, she’s due a whipping at the end of the month with some of the other girls, and I’m not sure whether we should let her leave before then.”
A compromise was reached. The flogging block was brought into the room, the trembling girl stripped naked and tied tightly down. I watched – she was my property now, after all – as the Punishment Officer did his harsh duty.
And after it was done, she was made to dress. The final signature was added to the paperwork, discharging her into my care; we journeyed home in my carriage, every bump in the road bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
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And not an illicit thought was to be had, huh? Are you quite sure about that Abel?
If you exclude the fact the girl was stripped and whipped, yes. I do acknowledge that some might argue that this counts as illicit thought.
How come everyone else seems to have good dreams? My most recent dream involved me turning up to an exam without a pen.
All I recall from mine was my mobile ringing and me searching for it under a sofa… but then I realised my phone was really ringing - my man was on the other end demanding to know why I wasn’t asleep, he has an odd sense of humour at times!
LOL *this* morning I woke up having been giving a conference presentation with my business partner, during which the audience threw tomatoes at us. The really cool dreams are the exception rather than the rule!
Wait until you are *really* ancient Abel. My husband dreamt a few nights ago that he had acquired a big jiggly belly. My fault actually. I told him he would start to grow if he didn’t stop eating so much. I’m jealous you see because he never puts on weight. Then he dreeamt that he went bald. He actually has a full head of hair. My fault egain. I mentioned he had finally got a grey year or two. I best stop making jokes.
I had a spanking dream recently. SO rare for me. I dreamt I was in an open space, like a fair. I was waiting in line for my spanking, trying to convinvce myself that it wouldn’t be too bad. But the person in front of me being whipped was there for an age - whack after whack - and as the dream went on I was becoming more and more restless, until it was all too much and I woke up.
Abel! Rob just implied that you’re already ancient!! Spank her!
I never have cool dreams. Last night I dreamt my car got stolen, and a few nights ago I had a dream about a goat eating my exam results before I read them. Not fair. I want a good dream!
I don’t know Smudge. He seems awfully fond of the cane and the riding crop and awfully strict. Remember, the Inspector? I may faint from fear before he gets through the scolding…
That’s okay, Rob. I’m sure he’d wait until you woke up.
I’m so happy! During my sleep in English Lit this morning I had a spanking dream! Clearly its contagious. Is it me or have we had extremely good comment-banter over the last few days?
Smudge: LOL I suppose he would. I was kind of thinking along the lines that my fear would frighten *him* and thus all it would come to would be a warning not to do it again…but yes, your scenario does in fact seem more likely.
Evie? You were sleeping *in* English Lit? That surely deserves a real spanking, not a spanking dream?
I challange you to stay awake whilst analysing every single word of Wuthering Heights!