Sometimes less is more. I have a very strong imagination and sometimes I prefer an image which doesn't do all the work for me. Don't get me wrong, a pretty girl over someones lap with her panties around her ankles and skirt flipped back with a rapidly reddening pair of buttocks is very pleasant.
But sometimes I just prefer an image that gives my the germ of an idea where I can wonder what caused this to come about, how things have reached this situation or what's going to happen next. This image comes very much in that last category.
A shapely young woman on a summer's day with a nice pair of short and wearing plimsolls has clearly decided that rules are not meant for her - she's climbing over that gate and is intent on cooling down in that pool. What will happen, who will stumble upon her and what he or she will do (and whether it will involve an alternative use for one of those plimsolls).
But sometimes I just prefer an image that gives my the germ of an idea where I can wonder what caused this to come about, how things have reached this situation or what's going to happen next. This image comes very much in that last category.
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Well let your imagination roam further. She has no kit with her that I can see so if she is to go in the pool she must take off what few clothes she has. Clearly she is expecting total privacy but we are drawn (I am generously sharing my fantasy) by the sound of splashing and find first her clothes neatly piled up on one of the chairs and then her in the pool. Clearly she is trespassing and swimming alone in a pool is unsafe. It is our duty to correct her is it not. "So young lady get out immediately...."
Old Tom
Oh, I think one (or both) of those plimsolls absolutely should be put to alternative use, and applied firmly to her bare bottom until she learns that trespassing (especially in the nude) will be severely punished.
Targetarear.
Targetarear you fail to say how many she should get...come on don't leave it there.
Old Tom
Well Old Tom, I think one swat on each cheek for each letter in that sign. And if it were me doing the 'swatting', I'd make her spell out the letters as the plimsoll made contact.
Targetarear.
Most satisfactory. I applaud your judgement.
Old Tom
Plenty of swimming pools in Atlanta James, but our lil' suburb had more Churches than pools. All very conservative and traditional.
As a mother of two girls there were plenty of pool stories, already. A rite of passage for Southern princess-gangs. Plenty of lies and disobedience on occasions, naturally, But I had a good solution for that, one that I gotten to experience to my cost already, in my own 1960s strict, Christian childhood !
For sure, I kept a "bottom smacker" for my young girls in the cupboard to adjust naughty behaviour (most mothers did in 1980s Atlanta !) which was a normal aspect of Southern family life.
- a whippy, rattan cane or "flexible Southern switch" as was often called.
And be rest-assured James that when I applied it to their rear-ends, despite their loud protests, those shorts and panties (in this pool photo here) gotten suitably adjusted so they gotten to feel the maximum benefit of my lil' rattan spanky-stick !!
They sure did squawk and cry a bunch with the sting of the "rod of correction", but that was a just harsh but harmless maternal chastisement, period.
Then they gotten sent to their rooms - after I had pulled their panties and shorts back-up and re-fastened again all tidy, to formally finish the attitude adjustment.
No need for half-measures. We gotten no PC on domestic discipline. And I sure did not believe in time-outs or such.
Again great post, thank you. Providing a thoughts for nostalgia & narrative, at age 60.
Regards
Brenda xx
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