An image in my mind, partly formed. A girl stands before a gentleman, in the living room of a comfortable house. He has lectured her about her behaviour; she seems contrite.
He passed her an envelope. Tells her to take it to the neatly-written address – which she recognises as being a few tube stops away in central London. That she needs to be taught a lesson. That it contains a letter requesting the recipient to administer a hard caning, and providing a cheque for his services. That she is to come straight back once she has been punished…
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And another scenario then evolves. A few months later: he notices that the cheque was never cashed. He writes to the gentleman concerned, who replies saying that he has no record of meeting the girl.
Taking her to the house this time. Watching as she knocks on the front door, and is let in.
She is caned for the original offence, then made to stand in a corridor facing the wall: sore, angry, defiant. She is brought back in fifteen minutes later. The second caning, for lying, is far harder. By the end, she’s a truly sorry girl.
.. and he’s waiting outside for her, with a hug.
Never understood this kind of fantasy. Always wonder why he wouldn’t just spank her himself? Do love the idea of being caught lying. x