Border control

A documentary I saw recently on a rare evening home alone featured the work of US border control agents.

An older woman arrived at an airport with a younger lass in tow. When their baggage was inspected, they had £1/4m of fake merchandise with them. The tearful young woman was questioned: yes, her friend had paid for her ticket and hotels. No, she hadn’t known that their consignment was illegal: in fact, she’d specifically been told when she asked that it was absolutely fine.

In practice, the manipulative smuggler was fined; her friend was released without charge. But I could see an alternative ending – whereby the cute lass was made to realise that breaking US law of course had consequences. The reality TV cameras would be positioned so as only to show her facial reactions as the customs officer paddled her on the bare as she bent over a desk, followed by images of her wincing tearfully as she sat gingerly down on the next flight home.

There’d be no pictures of her bare bottom; none of the hard impact; no record of the marks and bruises they inflicted whilst applying the full force of the law. But the severity of the punishment would be evident anyway from her sobs, and would be broadcast in full to discourage others from committing similar offences in future.

3 thoughts on “Border control

  • 16 May, 2013 at 3:57 pm
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    Interesting post!
    I had a conversation with a friend I will visit this autumn on my trip to UK. We talked about smuggling alcohol to UK. Only in our daydreaming, there would have been cane or tawse involved. But now I am thinking she should get it too, as I am bringing Serbian alcohol as a gift to her. 😀

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  • 16 May, 2013 at 4:21 pm
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    Abel, that spanking scenerio was much to my liking, but I would have included that the older woman should also have her knicker’s pulled down, and given a good caning, because in my opinion she was an accomplish, to the younger naughty lady.

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  • 17 May, 2013 at 7:00 am
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    It’s always the cute lass that gets it. Sometimes I wonder whether spanking fiction will be as much fun once I’ve outgrown the usual age range. Then again, since I was thrilled by spanking stories well before I entered the usual age range, there’s reason for optimism.

    The scenario wouldn’t work in the long run, by the way. Reality TV people would notice the sudden boost in ratings, pressure border control to agents not not let any cute lass get in without a thorough check, and sooner or later cute lasses would become the least likely carriers.

    Fortunately, the only spanking related concern of travelling that I ever had in real life was a strap inside my suitcase. :)

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