Perched in a cosy corner of the 38th floor club lounge in my gorgeous Malaysian hotel, enjoying yet another free glass of beer, I’ve been reflecting on the 24 hours since my arrival in this wonderful city for what – given past associations and memories – could have been a very emotionally turbulent trip.
My first evening proved tough – hurt, lonely, tired. But I’ve turned that around, thanks to so many things…
… my fab hotel suite: one of the nicest I’ve ever had. But oh, how it cries out for company. A girl coming into the living room, knowing she’s in trouble. A spanking over my knee on the sofa; a caning bent over the desk. And then the bedroom awaiting next door…
… the views over the city from the lounge window as I write: surely, in those thousands upon thousands of windows over the past couple of hours, there must be at least one girl being spanked? That lass with the letter she’d taken home from school; that young woman, home from the office at the start of the weekend, being snapped out of work mode by a boyfriend who’d roughly strip, strap and screw her; that other office girl, made to wait behind until all of the other employees had gone home then flogged and fucked over the boardroom table…
… the rattan shop in the Central Market; still there, still selling lovely canes for £1 a throw. They looked a little surprised when I bought ten: certain friends may tremble to hear that they’ve moved to slightly thinner, whippier rattan since my last visit…
… the four schoolgirls playing Jenga oh-so-noisly in the coffee shop this afternooon, being called into the headmaster’s office on Monday morning so that he could discuss the complaints that he’d received about their behaviour…
… the names of the current art gallery exhibitions, in the local listings magazine: should I investigate (and mentally corrupt) “The Hidden Girls” (where, why?), “Truth and Dare” (dare!) – or “What’s Your Porn” (honestly!)? I doubt the organisers of the last of these would really want to know…
… and, talking of such things, having some free time to idly reblog photos to my “Spanking Writers” Tumblr site – which now has some twenty pages of naughty images that I find hot. I hope at least a few of you are enjoying it…
… speculating about the thirty-something German lass at the next table, playing cards for money with two male friends, both of whom seem very tactile with her. I wonder what the penalty might be if she loses…? Or, perhaps, penalties plural… Or, perhaps, pleasures?…
… the survey in the local edition of Time Out, completed mainly by twentysomething KL residents, in which 45% of those in a relationship described themselves as “monogam-ish” (great phrase!) or “open”, 20% confessed to having had “sex in public places”, and 33% to having tried role play. Maybes I should try chatting up a few locals? Oh that I were so bold…
… and then pondering what I’d like to do to the astoundingly lovely Malaysian lass with the cute near-perfect American accent looking after guests in the club lounge. I appear to have fallen in lust…
… the image of a girl caught by the police in a clampdown wearing a fake watch from Chinatown, sentenced to thirty strokes of the cane as an exemplary punishment. (No, maybe not a good idea, given the three I bought myself!)…
… the lovely emails from so many wonderful friends: some close in real-life, others whom I only know online. Such strong and caring support really does make all the difference in times of adversity…
… even, simply, and perhaps most importantly of all, writing up accounts of so-different, wonderful scenes with Emma Jane (posted here earlier today) and Kami (which’ll pop up here over the weekend).
I’ve never previously set out so very consciously to treat a business trip as a “holiday [more than] paid for by a couple of days’ work”. And I’m enjoying it. Greatly. It’s been a good day!
Yay! So pleased KL is treating you well and has helped, along with all the other things you mentioned, to give you a good day…hope tomorrow is just as good xxx
TEN canes?! Yes I know they’re extraordinarily cheap but even so, that’s surely excessive 😉
Sounds lovely there, glad you’re having a good time and hope it continues!
I do now wish to complain about *today*, as it now is, rather than yesterday. 1am, jetlag, wide awake. Grrrr!
And, see, I’m not sure ten canes was enough. Although friends will realise if they’ve read this that a Malaysian cane isn’t exactly the most generous gift ever, I fully intend to find new homes for most of them. Starting next weekend, actually, Martha… And, as I say, they’re very whippy…
And one does need a spare or two lest they get broken in use!
you could diversify and start an import business
hugs
domino
Was just idly pondering the collective noun for canes. Must google. Always helpful to know if you are explaining to customs.
wish i could find that sort of thing at my local market Abel…..
Back in the days when I regularly got sent on business trips – to far away places like Preston or Lytham St Annes – I remember relaxing in a cosy corner of the nearest pub to the hotel, knowing that (before the internet) there were some spanking pictures in my suitcase for me to enjoy later on.
Once, We were given a hire car with duff brakes. We got on the phone, and demanded that the hire company come and deal with it. About an hour later, a hire company rep showed up, and insisted on taking the car for a ‘test drive’ (with my suitcase in the boot).
After the guy drove off, I remember thinking:
1.There are no brakes on this car.
2. When he crashes, they are going to find my spanking pics in the wreckage.
Miraculously, the car returned about half an hour later…
“Yeah, the brakes are a bit soft,” or some such remark. I hurriedly opened the boot and retrieved my suitcase.
We then got the only car the hire company had left available that day. A Rover 1600 Automatic.
We drove on to Preston (I had never driven an automatic before) but the stress of dealing with no clutch was nothing compared to the thought of the emergency services finding my spanking pics.
Fantasy moment…. What if they sold genuine school canes at motorway service stations? Now that would be something! You could make up a story about that.
Domino – the thought of the profit I could make on eBay did cross my mind for a moment, yes!
Nic – that sounds like a post in its own right: may I steal the inspiration?
Blush – I know; it’d add to the weekly Tesco trip!
Steve – great story! (Ah yes: trips to Lytham – they feature in my work memories too).
@Abel of course. It looks like the field is open – will hold onto my thoughts