On the plane out

Two girls board the plane in front of me. They’re of a similar age (20s); similarly dressed (smart jeans, nice jacket); each has straight brown hair tied neatly up.

They’re not travelling together; they sit a row apart, in the aisle seats on opposite sides of the plane to one another. They each take out their newspapers: I notice that one of them is staring at it without turning the pages.

Clearly, she’s thinking about what’s awaiting her at the other end. The website she’d discovered, offering help with motivation. The initial somewhat cryptic emails each way with the proprietor, until he explained his methods and she acknowledged her needs.

The list of things that required his attention, that had accumulated over the past weeks.

The beating that he would mete out. Needed, craved, feared.

(‘Beating’? Make that plural. Several times over, no doubt: “I shall cane you until I am certain you have learnt the necessary lessons”).

And then she notices the other girl’s gaze on her. Knows that he deals with two young ladies each weekend. Remembers his comment that the other girl would also be coming from England. Wonders… realises… smiles faintly, and wishes she could reach out and take her hand…

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PS my trip to Vienna at the weekend inspired a fair few kinky ideas: lots of posts to come in the next week or two as a result!