Oh, how I hate dreams that finish too early. Take the prison or reformatory of which I found myself Governor in my sleep on Friday night.
An inmate stood before me in the dining room. (All very Oliver Twist, although I doubt she was asking for more). I was, frankly, astonished and outraged at whatever had just happened: “No girl speaks to me like that. Guards: take her to the punishment room.”
I followed some minutes later: she’d already been stripped, and strapped down over the whipping bench. She was crying. “Has she been flogged before?” I asked. “Twenty strokes on admission, as per the court’s sentence, sir. And another twelve last week for arguing with an officer.”
“Then we’ll see whether fifty will teach her some manners.” And I reached out my hand to take the proffered implement – the Governor’s Cane, so dreaded by the girls.
…and then the dream faded. I so want to know the rest: how she took it, how she marked. Interesting, though to have a dream in which I was one of the characters: it’s more usual that I’m observing the goings-on, as a viewer not an actor. Maybe it’s been a bit too long since I gave anyone a sound caning?
Looking at the pictures on EJ’s blog, she may disagree with that last point 😉
Hugs
Lily
LOL I hadn’t actually realised we’d play last night when I queued this post up at the weekend – but yes, Lily. Far too long: about ten hours, in fact 😉
If this had been one of my dreams:
While flexing the cane, I walked around to face the girl. Held tightly in position by the straps, she was just about able to raise her head and glance towards me. She uttered but a single word.
“Please?”
I was in no mood for mercy. Ignoring the girl’s pitiful plea, I walked back and took up my position. I placed the shaft of the cane against bare buttocks which still bore the faded marks of the previous floggings.
I drew back the cane….
“Cut!” called the director.
“Ok, get her unstrapped and fetch the stunt double.”
Released from the bench, the girl smiled at me as she walked away.
“Where’s the flaming stunt double got to?” the director shouted impatiently.
“She’s on the phone to her agent,” someone called out. “She’ll be about ten minutes.”
The director rolled his eyes. I knew I would be awake in five minutes, so what the hell?