Waking up to a caning

At about four this morning I was awakened by the sound of loud cane strokes coming from my study. Now Haron’s back home for a week, no-one else is here to keep me company, and I was pretty sure that the cat hadn’t pulled a kinky girl during her nightly rambles through the neighbours’ gardens and dragged her back in through the open window to play a scene. Cue mild panic.

I stumbled out of bed, opened the study door – and found a spanking video playing.  Now I’d watched the start of said movie yesterday evening on my ever-so-clever new touch screen PC, before swapping to the much-less exciting Prime Ministerial debate. And, being rather tired, I’d forgotten to turn off the PC before collapsing in bed.  But that it had brought itself to life and starting playing? Weird, I thought, assuming that there’d been some bizarre technical glitch. I stopped the video, and headed back to sleep.

A few minutes later… yet more whackings and cries. I went to investigate more closely. And there, fluttering around in front of the PC, was a small insect. I’d describe it as a mosquito, but that’d be flattering it. Said flying thing was bouncing along my screen, perhaps attracted by the light and heat, and every time it brushed against the surface the computer was following its instructions. One of which seems to have been, by colliding with the open Real Player window, to play the spanking video…

Interesting, I reflected as I dozed back off – the PC switched safely off – to contemplate others who may have unexpectedly overheard thrashings of girls unknown over the years. The prison guard, disturbed by a whipping in a cell along the corridor. The schoolmaster, teaching a lesson to echoes of cane strokes from the adjacent classroom. The gentleman hearing the butler administering the carpet beater to a penitent maid, or said butler hearing said gentleman spanking one of his daughters in the drawing room.  So I’d hereby like to thank said “not quite a mozzie” for providing such lovely inspiration.