I am going away for a couple of days because I want to.
I love being able to do things just because I want to because quite often I may not do what I want.
For example, imagine the scene – last summer, stupid o’ clock in glaring Floridean sun, messy haired Poppy in bed and not yet alive, Himself having showered and being all blooming bright and sparkly and bounces in the room and …
Delightful Poppy: No, it is the holidays, it is time to stay in bed and be kissed for hours and hours and hours. Go away and come back to kiss me in an hour. I will wait here for you.
Ornery Himself, flicking back the covers: Up.
Delightful Poppy: I don’t want to and you can’t make me.
Sigh.
However, I want to go to London and Himself thinks this is a splendid idea. He did not use the word, “splendid” as Americans may not use that word – there is a law. Today I pootle off for my adventure.
I am catching the train down (a car? In London? The very idea!) and have booked myself into a super Victorian hotel because I love that old grandeur and cannot bear minimalist lack of fripperies. I am going to meet up with some friends and do lots of fun things. I have tickets to see Wicked (if I were wicked I would get spanked so I presume there will lots of spanking in it) and have tickets for the London Eye also.
I want to go to the Tower of London too. I have been before but I was four years old and may not have appreciated the finer historical points of the place.
I am so, so excited.
May I show you some pictures when I get back?
The pictures will not look like this.
This is not the Tower of London.
When I go there, there will be ravens and beefeaters and crown jewels. If there even a hint of a suggestion of this sort of thing I shall write a very stern letter indeed.
I will not be spending any time with this man (although he does sound fascinating). I read his book with my eyes stretched as wide as they could go.
Extract from True Confessions of A London Spank Daddy.
(Page 90-91)
Do I go over your knee first, Sir” She smiled weakly stepping towards me.
No you don’t, young lady. You are here to be spanked, not to enjoy yourself.” I had never caned anyone cold, without preparing for it, before but I knew this had to be the first time. That was pretty much my side of the benevolent dictator contract.
“Are you serious, Sir?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Fetch me the cane” Ginny shuffled off with a look of approaching horror on her face. She returned a few moments later, clutching the cane.
“Does this really hurt, Sir” She questioned, “It feels so light.”
“Ginny, my dear, this is going to hurt far more than anything you have ever experienced before, and you will feel so much better for it when it is over.”
I saw a tear run down her cheek again and decided it was time.
“TOUCH YOUR TOES!” She was well honed from the Pilates now and succeeded in following my order with little difficulty.
I raised the cane and brought it down swiftly on her cotton-clad bottom, so much smaller and firmer than it had been at the beginning of the year. “One,” I called as she let out her first yelp, “two,” I called and unleashed the second, “three,” as the cane swished noisily through the air and connected with its destination for the third time.
She made as if to rise, her fingers no longer touching her toes. “TOUCH YOUR TOES, YOUNG LADY.” She abruptly returned to position and I let off strokes four, five and six in very rapid succession, she was on her feet and howling now, tears streaming down her face.
And the Victorian hotel? Well, there will not be any of this sort of thing at all.
See you on Thursday! (I am leaving this afternoon.)
Poppy
xx
PS-There are no bedtimes in London. There is a bye-law apparently. I am powerless to stop it. Heh ho.
Poppy, have a wonderful time, be safe.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Poppy, I do hope you will share some pictures with us and please let me know what Wicked is like, it's one of the shows I want to see.
Have fun and enjoy.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
Thank you Paul and Ronnie.
I will tell you all about Wicked and bring back piccies- I am so, so excited.
Squeal!
Dear Poppy, have a wonderful time. It sounds like a dream trip to me. I've seen Wicked and I don't remember spanking in it–I'm sure there will be in the London version. Watch out for the ghosts in the Tower of London. If you see Anne Boleyn, I want to hear about it. (I hope there are no spanking ghosts–could there be such a thing? You keep turning around, but no one's there…)
Have a great time, Poppy. I too will be in London tomorrow..Wednesday..but our paths are unlikely to cross. But, if you see a lady upended and getting her bottom smacked do come over and introduce yourself…it will probably be me and Mrs.A!
Aristotle
PS…you're bound to recognise me because I have a beard!
Poppy have the best time ever. London will be such fun and Wicked is really super, especially seeing it with girlfriends! I saw it In NYC with my dgtr last yr and would love to go again.
Have a great time in London. Do tell about the Tower, I have always wanted to go there and have never had the chance. I hope that you get to see one of the cells.
Prefectdt
Have a great time in London, a wonderful city.
And share it with us when you return.
FD
Poppy is off, and asked that I stand in for her, saying hi to the folks who join in wishing her a splendid journey (and I do too say 'splendid,' or at least write it from time to time) if nothing else.
So thanks, everyone, for the good wishes. I know she'll have a great trip and see lots of wonderful things.
I just did the arithmetic, and I first went to London, to the Tower in fact, about a year before Poppy did, when she was four years old. I'm sure she has been back to London since, as I have have, just once, and I love it.
I love the place up north where she lives too. It is magical because she is there but also the place is interesting in itself, but London is a whole vast sea of fascination, a living, breathing, dancing, singing megalopolis with roots as deep as time, its vistas wider than the view from the London Eye. I didn't tramp around it as much as Dickens did, but he can't have loved the place anymore than I do.
But back to this post, I like the top picture – Dick Whittington and his cat looking down on a London skyline he could never possibly have seen; and that painting just above the London Spank Daddy book cover looks like someone's impression of an Anne Rice "Beauty's Something or Other" volume, with the paddle hanging there and all.
Um, I should probably hush now before I start to ramble. Just a bit envious of a certain somebody is all.
Carry on chatting amongst yourselves.
Hi Dev,anyplace can be magical, anywhere at all. It's the way the light falls, the way the breeze blows, the way the people dress and move and speak. But it helps when we're with someone we love. Have a great evening in your magical tropical paradise. That, too, is a garden of delights.
Thanks, Scarlet, and you're right. Some days this place does have a certain Hieronymus Bosch sort of feel to it.
Your adventure out to London sounds wonderful! Enjoy and Remember it always
Dev, had to look up Hieronymus Bosch. Oh, my. He's a little frightening. I hope your Florida is nicer than that!
I had his triptych "Garden of Delights" framed and hanging in my bedroom for many years, and while there is no Ice Skate Man or any huge demons eating people here in Floridia, that I know of anyway, some of the lighter scenes of lush foliage and playful nudity remind me an awful lot of the atmosphere round about.
Well, I can always agree with lush and playful! Thought I don't know if I'd want to sleep under one of his paintings.
Well, I love Bosch as much as anyone but I could no more sleep under pictures than I could sleep until a hanging anvil. Funny taste, Dev. (Funny taste in some things, excellent taste in others.)
I know that the chances are that no one will see this now but I wanted to say thank you so much to Suzy, Florida Dom, Spankedhortic, Sara, Aristotle and Lisa for your comments. I saw them on my phone (I can't comment on my phone on a blogger site, too hard) and it meant so much to me that people said hello and wished me well. Thank you very much.
Poppy I love those old-fashioned bloomers, from the 'good old days', and when removed from a naughty ladies bottom, and caned to perfection, I'm in heaven.