So, we’re almost ready to move to our new home. Our belongings are suitably de-kinked: three large sealed crates bear the more pervy of our books; the implements are carefully stashed in a pair of hockey bags and a tightly-taped poster tube.
The long box marked (and full of) “School Canes” lies ready to be transported in my car – deemed too shocking to leave for the guys moving our belongings. So too is our other wooden box – the one containing the tawse, bible and rosary beads, its lid inscribed with a cross and the well-worn words “Holy Trinity Roman Catholic School for Girls. Discipline Records and Correctional Procedure Guidelines”. I may have a fair collection of literature on the, ahem, history of education on the bookshelves for the team to pack, but if they’re religious types, they might not be impressed with our favourite scholastic artefact. (Actually, even if they’re not religious types, they might not be impressed!).
The whole thing’s very exciting – not least, the thought of our first evening in the new place. See, the truck with our stuff won’t arrive until the morning after we move in – and the place we’re renting is unfurnished. Our first night will therefore be spent in a near-empty house – sleeping on an inflatable bed, accompanied by one small suitcase, the boxes of implements that I’ve transported, and not much else.
I shall be the property agent, we’ve decided, responding to reports that a squatter’s been seen inside the supposedly-empty house. I shall catch Haron red-handed, although she may well try to hide. (Hey, it’ll be a good way to explore!).
She won’t want to be taken to the police for breaking in; a sound caning is sure to follow. I’m sure it won’t be the last night she’ll spend sleeping, striped, on her front in our new home!
Ooo, a caning to “christen” the new abode. What could be more appropriate?
Good luck with the move! I hope it all goes smoothly!
I remember moving into my first place in CA with an ex … the first night there, we had a very kinky scene involving an older brother who had just moved in to his new post-college flat, and the naughty younger sister who is such a pest (she got drunk and everything!) that he had to take her in hand, as there were no parents to mete out discipline!
So yay for first nights in new places! 😀
Sounds fun, I love the way you never miss an opportunity for kink
All the very best with the move x
Having moved recently, I can only sympathise.
Good luck with the move. We couldn’t get up to any ‘mischief’ on the night we moved, because we had parents staying, and all our WMDs had been safely stored away at a friend’s house.
Hee hee, sounds like a very appropriate way to spend the first night in your new home
Just hope the mattress doesn’t deflate in the middle of the night or you’ll both wake up feeling sore!
Good luck
Excuse good as any for a caning LOL
Good luck with the move…don’t envy that.
Ooohh. . . Sounds like fun! Have a good time christening your new place!
Oh fun times! 😀
Simon ~ WMDs… weapons of much-needed discipline?
Rayne – I prefer weapons of (m)ass destruction – but, yes, you’ve got the general idea!