We’re on holiday in Greece for a week, and we’ve started the trip by stopping in Athens for a few days. Unsurprisingly, it’s devilishly hot. Personally, all I can do in the afternoon is collapse in a heap, and I have no idea how people who aren’t on holiday actually get any work done.
For example, this afternoon I stopped to spy on an archaeological dig near the Agora: twenty or so sun-ripened people scrambling about in in the dust, looking clever. They were in direct sunlight. I felt hot just looking at them.
I could clearly imagine that, if I worked on a dig like that, I would struggle not to slink off into the shade for a quiet sit-down and a drink, perhaps more often than strictly recommended. I’m sure my boss would notice this very quickly. He would call me aside, and lecture me about how lucky I was to be in the field instead of sitting an the office somewhere, washing old pottery. I would be instantly ashamed, and most meekly beg forgiveness.
Luckily for me, my behaviour wouldn’t be at all unusual in a hot climate. Just for such occasions my boss would have a leather slipper – probably bought in a souvenir shop nearby – which he would use to give me half a dozen heavy smacks over my khaki shorts. I would try hard to keep from yelping, so that everybody else around wouldn’t be alerted to my situation.
With my bottom suitably warmed, I would be sent back into the sun, to hunt for treasure.
Haron, if these Historian’s who were examining these old potteries in the Greek sun, were to have a ‘spanking good time’, by enjoying Greek women’s bare bottoms. I would think they would have more fun. Would’nt you agree.
Would you prefer your spanking from Harrison Ford or Karen Allen?
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a sun burnt bottom… been sunburnt when I was a kid – face, shoulders, legs… so I know what it feels like…. kinda like the afterburn of a damn good spanking… except it last for hours and hours and days….
so I have often wondered what it would be like to have a sunburnt bottom….
and whether I would be punished for allowing myself to get sunburnt, and whether that punishment woudl be immediate or delayed until my skin had healed….
Mmmmm…leather slippers
I have an odd fascination with leather slippers as Eliane can testify by the way I kept admiring them when we were in Crete. They sting most awfully but even so…Mmmmm!