“Good morning, sir. This is your 6 a.m. wake-up call.”
I was just awake enough to reply: “But I booked the call for eight o’clock.”
Pause. “Oh.” Pause. “I’m sorry, sir, I think I’ve just misread the handwriting on our list. I’m really sorry.”
The solution seemed obvious to me. After all, I had a paddle and cane in my suitcase.
It took a few moments for her to arrive at my door – flustered, contrite. She noticed the implements on the table as soon as she entered; looked at me in momentary panic.
“It seems, young lady, that you need to be taught the difference between six and eight.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Remove your skirt and come and stand in the middle of the room with your hands on your head.”
She folded her uniform neatly over the back of the chair; adopted the pose. I circled around her. “Why so careless?”
“It was a mistake, sir. Really: I’ve never done it before.”
I pulled down her knickers; let them drop to her ankles. Still circled: “And what happens to girls who make mistakes?”
“They get punished, sir.”
“Then you shall bend over the back of the armchair, and take the consequences of your carelessness. I shall start with six swats of the paddle. And I’ll finish with eight strokes of the cane…”
* At some point this account and reality diverge somewhat!
lol! I just love it when you have a head full of hotel based kinky thoughts during and after your trips
I think she knew exactly what you had in your suitcase upon check-in. Perhaps the staff had a pool going to see who could commit a punishable offence first. Or perhaps this was result of a prank by one of her co-workers? So many delightful possibilities….
Sounds like Abel stays in some of the same hotels I do.
I never put all my trust in hotels for wake up calls – I always have a mobile phone set as an alarm as well (which has resulted in a number of rude awakenings when certain colleagues have forgotten I’m in the US, and then call me at 4 in the morning….)
Still, nice story – I wonder where I can find a cane small enough for a suitcase?
You know what? I reckon that anyone who makes you wake up a 6am totally deserves that! (Says I who just woke up.:D)
“At some point this account and reality diverge somewhat!”
When when? After the third paddle stroke? First cane stroke? When she opened the door to your hotel room, took a look inside and ran for it? *I am seriously in a giggly state of mind*
Glad you all enjoyed it. Am still not convinced that caning her over the paddle would have been better than paddling her over the cane marks. LOL I have been pondering this for ages!
Simon: buy a large suitcase!
I would much prefer to be paddled and then caned, makes the caning much more bearable…sadly for me, my man with a cane prefers things the other way around so he can see crisp red stripes on previously unblemished skin.
I think I need to experiment… 😉