The joys of train travel

I also had a tape with the same sounds. I loved it. Yes...Pat, it really put me to sleep.

Time to confess a secret. I like writing spanking stories on trains.

Sometimes I look down the train carriage at a constellation of glinting screens. All those Kindles, ipads, phones and laptops. I look to see if anyone else is writing, there's often a faint clattering of key presses, but it's the mundane tap of a report being edited, not the rapid frantic flow of a story being spun. Most seem to be reading. I wonder if they're reading naughty words, hiding their secret with a carefully angled silvery screen, trying not to blush at descriptions of after school detentions and bedroom adventures, wishing they were home already.

And I smile, and return to my screen...

Brilliant just brilliant ... Now I understand your story better..... will I ever travel on a train again without hearing Amadeus in my ears, and a dirty grin on my face!!!!

I once spanked a girl friend on a train, it was one of the old carriages with compartments but was empty as it had set off north from Nottingham where we boarded. As we pulled into Chesterfield she started teasing me and I reckoned I had about ten seconds to swat her before any other passengers joined. I wsn't even outed as a spanko at the time.

I've written quite a lot of spanko stuff, or at least formulated the plots, on work-related journeys from Manchester to Bristol.

There's a book, it may have been something that originally appeared in serialised form in The Pearl, it was called Harriet Marwood, Governess. It details a spanking she administered using the sole of a leather shoe to her young charge whilst on a train overnight.

I once spanked my gf Maggie on a train. She put her feet up on the opposite seat and I told her to take them off. She said, "Make me!" So what else could I do?

I hauled her over my lap and gave her about 20 good swats. Not on the bare, but she was wearing thin, tight-fitting black trousers so she didn't have much protection. At least a dozen of the other passengers had a good view. One or two acted very British and pretended nothing was happening, but most of them watched, grinning. When I finished one man said, "Good on you, mate!"

Maggie told me afterwards she found it a huge turn-on.

Since I only type with two fingers I envy those who can type quickly.

Ordalie, you naughty girl!! I can see you taking long bus trips even when the Metro would have got you there in a fraction of the time......we still have a few of those buses servicing (sic) toronto.

I used to travel a lot on regional propeller driven planes which I dubbed The Flying Vibrator on account of.......well the whole aircraft and not just the seat vibrated, so it was not so exciting.

I have heard that having a throbbing motorcycle between your thighs can be quite stimulating but have never experienced that particular pleasure.

Well, I live in a backwater village so I don't often can appreciate what buses do to me in the big town next to here; it was just a random feeling I felt I had to share... for those who hadn't felt it up to now!

Seegee,

I will have to dig up my copy of The Pearl and find the train spanking scene.