Both of my Singaporean flights sparked twisted thoughts.
I found myself standing behind the cutest of young ladies in the bag drop queue at Heathrow. She fidgeted nervously with her American passport. It struck me to wonder why she was travelling alone in term time.
“…and once I have caned you, you can go and pack your bags. I am suspending you for the rest of the term. My secretary will sort your flights home to your father, to whom I have just spoken. He shares my disappointment in you.”
Yes, that sort of headmasterial decree would serve just right as the reason for her trip. And what a long, sore flight it would prove to be after twelve hard strokes on the bare, bent over his desk, just a few hours before.
And when she gets home… 😀