Men, huh? Can't live with 'em. Can't strip 'em and spank 'em. Well actually, you CAN, in this little corner of cyberspace. Around here, fully grown males are at constant risk of humiliating bare bottomed correction - hence the 'humblings' of the title.

Wednesday 31 August 2011

Another Country (Part One)

It was an uncomfortable ride in every sense: hot, and jarring, and filled with foreboding.

Emily was wearing the low-cut navy dress that Richard liked so much, and he absently watched his wife's full breasts swaying to the rhythm of their ancient taxi as it bounced along the rutted track that led to the hotel. Emily herself stared dismissively out of the dust-yellow window: but from the set of her jaw, Richard knew that she was barely keeping her temper in check.

As they neared their destination, his wife finally turned her elegant face towards his. "How dare you?" she demanded. "First that poor young girl at breakfast, and then twice at the market this afternoon."

"I'm sorry, Em," Richard replied unhappily.

Emily returned her gaze to the African grassland scrolling past outside. "You can save that for when I get you indoors."

Richard shifted in his seat, as if anticipating further discomfort, and tried a meaningful glance to remind her they were not alone. "Darling, please..."

There was an audible snort from the front seat, and in the rear view mirror the driver's eyes signalled his amusement. That devil, thought Richard bitterly. All the bloody same. Couldn't speak a word of English when we asked him about the fare, but oh, he's having fun at my expense now.

He glared at the back of the man's muscular brown neck as the vehicle found another pothole.

"Slow down." The driver ignored him. "Nciphisa ijubane, you idiot!"

The man broke into a grin, but kept his foot down.

At last the Victoria Hotel swung into view within its oasis of palms. Its grandeur had faded since its Empire heyday, but even so the three-story white stuccoed walls gleamed imposingly in the afternoon sun. Richard peeled one sweat-adhered arm from the cab's leather seat cover and fumbled for his wallet in the pocket of his slacks. The smirking driver took the offered notes with a mocking "Thank you, boss." He made no attempt to open the doors - but in any case Emily was already gone, striding purposefully across the gravel driveway.

In the hotel foyer, 19-year old Dupé stiffened slightly as the well dressed English couple appeared through the revolving door. She used the mirror she had been polishing to smooth the black skirt of her maid's uniform and straighten her white lace collar - and also to steal a glance at the foreign visitors.
They looked to have had some sort of argument, she thought, and that was not surprising. In the two weeks since their arrival she had grown to like the woman well enough - but the man was a pig who just that morning had publically shamed her over a small accident.

Her face grew hot at the memory of the spilled orange juice, the man's snarl and public scolding - and the words he had used when his wife had told him to calm down.

The woman was retrieving their room key from reception while her husband stood grim-faced behind her. A thought seemed to strike her as she turned away from the desk: "Oh, and do you have a large clothes brush I can use?"

"Certainly, madam," responded the receptionist brightly. "I'll have the maid bring one up to your room. Of course, if you would prefer, we do provide a full laundry and valet service."

This offer brought a smile and a shake of the head. "Thank you. Just the brush will do nicely."

Ten minutes later, Dupé was riding the hotel's clattering elevator to the top floor with the requested implement in her hands. Although happy to escape her cleaning duties for a few moments, the young maid was apprehensive. She did not want to have to speak to the man again.

She paused outside the door of room 306, turning the heavy hardwood brush over and over in her hands. It occurred to her that she could simply leave it outside, knock quietly and be gone: by the time anyone answered she could be taking the elevator back to the safety of the ground floor. As she bent down to lean the brush against the door frame, she heard the English woman's voice through the heavy oak panelling.

"...nt to hear from you right now is 'yes ma'am or 'no ma'am.' If we're to have a lesson in respect - and believe me, we are - then you can start with me."

The man's response was barely audible: perhaps he was in the bathroom.

After a furtive glance along the corridor, Dupé rested one ear lightly against the door and waited guiltily for the conversation to resume. When it did not, she straightened, took another deep breath and knocked.

After a few seconds, the door swung open and the pretty English woman stood backlit by the afternoon sun from the window. When she saw the heavy brush that the maid was cradling, she smiled broadly. "Special delivery, Richard!" she called over her shoulder.

Following her gaze, Dupé saw that the man was not in the bathroom after all. He was stood in the far corner of the room with his face to the wall, his hands were clasped behind his head, and he was quite, quite naked.


  1. Hi, again, Undy..

    I really loved the start of this story.. great plot developing where Emily has stated situations that need to be dealt with and now, luckily (but not for him) the hairbrush delivered by the very girl he humiliated, earlier...Mmmmm, nice..

    Terry Mc..

  2. Really enjoyed the beginning of this story, can't wait to hear the rest.

    BTW nice to see you back.


  3. Love your start, Undy. Terrific writing, and the plot has great promise. Remember: dwell on the delicious moments, giving lots of perspective and detail, and do not force anything. Let the nature of the characters unfold naturally. Above all, have fun. You have the skills and insight to deliver a classic, and, if you do, then I will donate one of my own to your site. I grade your effort thus far with an A+.

  4. Great start to a new situation. No advice,as you should do exactly what you like. However, I hope you have a few pictures planned to accompany he story.

  5. Thanks, everybody. The encouragement is much appreciated. :)

    James, I haven't really been 'away'. But while never the most prolific of bloggers, I've been struggling to post once a month lately! I will try harder.

    Red, I think a picture would be nice too. If I make this story in several parts it should give me time to come up with one.

    Katlyn, I was rather hoping for an F and a dose of the cane, but I guess you can't have the praise as well as the punishment! So thank you.

    Terry, unlike some of my male protagonists I think Richard really deserves what he's going to get. And yes, I thought it'd be nice for Dupé to have a taste of revenge. :)

  6. Excellent Underling!!! Can't wait for the rest of the story to unfold. Richard should get the spanking of his life for sure.


  7. Hello Underling,
    I've been thinking about Richard and Emily and realizing that Richard is obviously very well trained. There he is in the corner waiting for his correction like a little boy who knows his place in the world. So I'm thinking that such a well trained little boy should be responsible for bringing the instruments of correction in HIS suitcase when they travel! So, I'm wondering if he forgot them or if she is just going to shame him publicly as he shamed Dupe. That you again Underling for all he thought provoking ideas. So much to think about!!!
    Now for a cold shower :>) JayJay!!

  8. Hiya JayJay, and thanks.

    Emily has a hard hand and I guess she thought that would be sufficient to keep Richard in line while they were away, but she hadn't counted on him being quite so badly behaved. Still, at any decent hotel forgetting to bring the matrimonial paddle should present no greater inconvenience than leaving your toothbrush at home - and so it proves here.

    I also have a feeling the market they visited during the day could see another trip later in the week. I'm sure they stock samboks there!

  9. Sjamboks, not samboks, sorry! Or pizzles, which I believe are made out of bulls (or rhino's!) penises. It's always struck me as particularly humiliating to be whipped with a penis! ;)

  10. Sjamboks and pizzles WOW!! Richard is really going to get it, isn't he? OUCH!!! It looks like Emily is a very strict little lady. JayJay

  11. Zulu country, I assume?


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