So, what of the house in which I stayed during a recent visit to South Africa? Oh, how I’d have liked to kick my hosts out for a weekend, and invite in a group of kinky friends, as I’ve rarely stayed in a building with more scene potential.
It struck me as an archetypal house of the turn of the twentieth century: all dark wood, beautiful furniture. There was the dining room – with a long table over which a daughter of the house could be bent. And surely there used to be a sjambok mounted over that fireplace?
The sitting room: comfortable sofas (over an uncle’s knees?); another table (the maid bent over to be whipped?); a fireplace next to which a punished girl could be made to stand with her red bottom on display. A piano room, with a stool made of such hard wood: so uncomfortable for a girl to play after a caning for answering back as her hands had been strapped for lack of practice. A book-lined study – where a girl could be brought in to discuss her behaviour, hear her father’s disappointment in her, and be caned.
A large tree-lined garden, from which switches could be cut and fetched. With a tennis court and lawn: 1930s girls, frivolous and too-high-spirited, called to the veranda and bent over alongside one another on the wicker furniture to receive the belt? (Or, merely, where an innocent young lass could be disgracefully seduced on a warm evening, once the staff had been sent home?)
A long, upstairs corridor. Girls called or hauled from their bedrooms. Perfect for a run-up to administer an extra-hard caning.
The bedrooms. A decadent evening. Girls being swapped from one room to another, sometimes entirely willingly, sometimes because that’s what they’d been told to do.
A swimming pool outside. “But I still have marks from my punishment, papa. We can’t have the other girls round to swim.” “You should have thought about that before you misbehaved.”
I wish I could have taken photos, but even I have limits: I thought it would be too intrusive to take them. Whether they’d have objected less to the photos than to the images I was mentally creating might be a matter of debate, however!
Sounds like a great time;) and you have quite the healthy imagination
Some may say *unhealthy*, Macy!!!
Giving me ideas to think about…mean! You should write a story to make up for it! How about about that maid you mentioned in one of the previous posts? 😀
I’d like to reserve the veranda/belt scene, please. 😉
Abel, one can truly say that this South African style house, one can truly have a ‘spanking good time’ . If one lets the mind wonder, as you have done. So it could also be said of other countries, around this globe of ours.
How sweet this was! I could picture all of it. And I do hope that in a far corner of the backyard, almost hidden, a small windowless shed stands….the place where girls are taken for the harshest punishments.