Dark. Very dark.
Posted by Abel on 10 Feb 2008 at 07:30 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
On a train, bored, gazing out of the window. Set back from the railway line: an old, disused, vandalised factory.
“Ah,” I thought to myself. “That’s where they must take the local girls when they need to teach them a lesson.”
The young lady opposite me, deep in her textbook, would have been wriggling uncomfortably in her seat had she been able to read my mind…
Sometimes kinky thoughts don’t need to be elaborately detailed to work…
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My husband likes to play a simple little game when we go out for brunch. Invariably he will look about the restaurant at the various girls, and say, “So who, apart from you, do you think has been spanked this morning?”.
It isn’t an elaborate thought but he finds the game quite fascinating.
Old, vandalized factory - sounds like a place where the homeless would live illegally. Yes, the threat of being put inside a place like that would certainly teach naughty girls a lesson, never mind spanking them!
The game I play is, which of the men around the table at this meeting will spank his girlfriend or wife tonight? It passes the time.
Hugs,
Hermione
I think you give the young lady too little credit. Her wriggling might well have been the result of delightful anticipation.
I reckon that if she went to all the trouble of reading her text book on a train then she’s probably very well behaved and being unfairly condemned. Perhaps she’s wriggling in empathy for a badly behaved freind in the aformentioned scary abandonded factory thingy.