The Missing Scene
£100 for just 10 minutes on stage echoed around my burning ears. It’s just one scene with Miss Svenson, Miss Prendergrast and myself. Both these demure ladies in tweed skirts, crisp starch white blouses and silk seam stockings sitting just inches from me on robust stout upright victorian barley twist chairs. My wide open eyes drawn to their mature inviting stern laps. I say stern as Miss Prendergrast slowly taps a black ebony evil looking hairbrush against the open palm of her left hand. Miss Svenson cues into the symphony with both firm hands at each end of a well worn school strap bringing in her schoolmarm arms a few inches with the strap forming an arc loop and then snapping the strap outwards. Ohhh! such a wonderful lovely exciting sound both hairbrush and strap electrifying the air.
I had been on a visit to see my aunt in New Addington travelling by tram this weekend. One can’t help but overhear people talking on their mobiles when you are sitting there watching the world pass by your window seat. The tweedy suited lady sitting in front of me ended her call with words on the line of.…“If we don’t find a daring young man by the end of this week then we will have to rethink the play and change the script to a far less enthralling encounter on that scene. Such a shame as that ten minuets would have the audience on their seats with disbelief and shock at seeing what we had in mind. Quite how the press would headline it one can only ponder!” Her final last words were.… ” I have taken the card out of the post office window and will be over to see you later Miss Svenson.” ( How quaint to hear the way they were addressing each other in the conversation)
As this lady stood up to leave the tram she took a card from her leather crocodile handbag and placed it into the tram bin.
My mind was was buzz with intrigue at what was going on here. I just had to get up and secretly walk pass the bin slipping my hand in and retrieving the card without drawing any attention to myself, at the same time walking to the exit door.
This was not my destination but I still got off clutching my card as if I knew where I was going!! Having got off the tram at Gravel Hill, my heart skipped a thousand beats as the card blew from hands along and over a high fence!! Bloody hell I thought and looked around to see the lady from the tram stepping into a taxi, my only blessing was that I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops as she closed the door.
Maybe she saw me I don’t know but she was smiling my way. I ran towards the taxi rank and said to the driver thru is open window as he was reading his newspaper… “Follow that cab” Without even looking up at me he uttered… ” If I’ve fuc*king heard that once I’ve fuc*king heard that a million times,“he grunted as he wound up his window frowning away in a thick cloud of cheap tobacco haze. There was a tap on my shoulder and on turning around a very angry stern faced lady started prodding me and began reprimanding me as if I was a norty school boy about to be soundly spanked. She was bellowing about how she had seen me drop litter from the tram, ogle the lady getting into the taxi and making fun at the other taxi driver!!!! Oh she really laid into me with a dressing down ending with the words ” Louts like you need a damn good bare bottom thrashing young man and if I was ten years younger I would be taking you over my knee right here and now!!!” Oh my god I thought as this picture now being painted of me being thoroughly spanked bare bottom next to a tram line and in public as well!!
This is just the sort of thing my strict aunt would have said faced in her same shoes came over me as I blushed at being told off.
With much zest this battle-axe of a madam gave me very sharp slap across my backside before walking away; steam still pouring from her ears.. I could feel quite a sting begin to heat my poor bottom. Yes a warm glow from just one smack. Indeed what would a long hard spanking with trousers and pants pulled down around my ankles been like, as I endured a bare yes bare bottom spanking over her ample firm experienced lap. I dare say she would be assisted with a trusted slipper and well worn hairbrush at the very least! Another long lecture before making me stand in the corner as she goes off to make a cup of tea before fetching back a crooked handle cane and a thick leather strap. !!Gulp!! .…She really was going to give me a jolly good thrashing!!!!
Having become quite aroused by those thoughts my mind turned to what was on that card. Smiling to myself my imagination took over as I closed my eyes and wrote my own story about two demure attractive ladies from the local drama society having placed a card into the local post office window reading: £100 offered to a broadminded young man to appear in the next Penge Drama play. Must be willing to be spanked, strapped and caned in a dramatic scene in which two very strict ladies deal with a long list of misdemeanours incurred as he is found out on his last day at staying with his two aunties during the summer holidays. One being a formidable stern governess and the other a very strict headmistress; well versed in good old fashioned timed honoured discipline!!
As I stepped back onto the next tram I had a lot to explain to my real aunt in New Addington with thoughts on being late for tea and maybe even sent to bed soundly dealt with!