Yesterday I had to go down to London on my own; Abel is due to join me this afternoon. He teased me on the phone about being in trouble for running away from home, and I can’t get the idea out of my head.
I would be a new bride, freshly delivered to her husband’s estate. I had no wish to marry him, I hardly know him! But my parents insisted. Well, I have a better idea: I steal a boy’s suit from a page, and set off to London: to audition for a theatre troupe, perhaps, or even to join a convent. Anything is better than being married off against my will!
However, I haven’t reckoned on my husband’s connections, or on his determination. He has me followed, and comes after me personally, austere and magnificent, cutting across my way on his horse, as I run along an unfamiliar London lane. Oh no! he is clutching a riding whip. Whatever will happen to me now?
And here he comes, 24 hours later, in his (train) carriage…
… but sadly he only has a cane and a tawse in his luggage, not the aforementioned whip!
Ohh, reminds me of – Lady Libertine with Jennifer Lynch.
What do you mean, ‘sadly’? As far as heartbreaking news goes, the fact that you’re not carrying a whip around London isn’t exactly high on the list.
Oh, no Smudge, there you are wrong! Riding whips are good times! From crops/jockey bats to dressage whips, they are some of my favorite toys! So much so that they are used on me as a reward, never a punishment!
Have a good time, Abel and Haron! My Master and I haven’t gotten to play that one, yet, but I really look forward to when we do — it’s a favorite fantasy of mine!