Friday, 13 July 2012

Tawses, Straps and Canes.....

The department store was one of the traditional type you don't see many nowadays, old but well kept building, no fluorescent sales posters, no weasel '(up to) 50% OFF' lures, sensible modest window displays, its only apparent self promotion was a framed plaque fixed to the wall by the entrance door boasting Johnson & Johnson had a department for absolutely everything, and they'd proudly provided discerning service and quality since 1810.

''Everything?'' I ask, back home. ''Everything.'' the man on the phone says, so I resolve to put them to the test and turn up first thing next morning asking for the 'discipline dept' my surprise the assistant behind the customer services desk doesn't bat an eyelid and takes me to an elevator where she whispers something to a uniformed attendant, he stands aside courteously to let me in, the elevator stops two levels down and the uniformed man steps out indicating I should follow. ''But this is fabrics and household furniture,'' I politely point out, good stuff too from the look of it, arranged in small sections either side of a corridor walkway, each with matching or complementary displays. The man pauses, smiles politely and extends his hand in the direction of the corridor which seems to end at a tapestried wall. ''Please,'' he says. I follow.

I know quality, my eyes, ears and nose are filled with it. Silent footsteps on lush Wilton, unobtrusive classical music, leather, oak, silk, brass, I like it. Well dressed assistants, I can only see two, no customers so far but then I'm early. We get to the tapestry and the uniformed man stops, to the right appears to be more floor space and more displays, I think I see a couple of customers talking with an assistant along there. To the left is a conventional corridor with doors off each side, the man tells me I need the third door on the right, I should go right in, Mr Bellamy will be with me shortly.

The door leads into a panelled room, more thick carpet, portraits along the facing wall, I recognise some as noteworthiness of old, they all look austere. There's a large dark wood table in the centre, top inlaid with leather, matching chairs, some at the table and some along the wall to the right, it must seat a dozen easily. Several cabinets line the opposite wall, all closed, there's also a door, it's closed too.

No Mr Bellamy, no goods for browsing. I'm about to leave when the door opens, startling me slightly, ''Ah good morning madam, I'm so sorry to have kept you, I'm Mr Bellamy.'' He proffers his hand which I take, it seems right, he's well dressed, distinguished looking, his hand is firm and he's well spoken with a friendly yet professional demeanour. ''We don't have nearly as many clients for this department nowadays,'' he explains, ''not since corporal discipline was banned from the state education system, even the best private schools reluctantly complied eventually, at least ostensibly, and then all the fuss we read in the press about parental smacking and what's right and wrong, what's permissible and not, you know what I mean,'' he said. I detected genuine sadness in his voice, the passing of an era and all that, and I nodded understandingly.
Still, we do have our regular clients, city folk, business types, gentlemen of the land etc who still respect the old values, and of course we welcome new clients like yourself, modern thinking independent women who are interested less in political correctness than personal satisfaction.''

He smiled warmly, I felt flattered.

''So, er, where are the, ahem, sale items. Mr Bellamy?'' I ventured.

''Of course, how remiss of me,'' he said taking a bunch of keys from his pocket and moving towards the cabinets, ''Please.''

He opened them from left to right and I followed him, only as he progressed from one cabinet to the next, I stalled at the first. Transfixed. Eyes wide, heart pounding. The cabinet was lined with canes,

hanging neatly from hooks, each had a small hand written note fastened under its hook detailing it's length, thickness, origin, material, 'used' or 'unused' and so on. There were crooked handles, straight handles, leather bound, cord bound. long, short, extra flexible, junior, senior, I had never realised there were so many options. Mr Bellamy must have noticed me, perhaps he thought I was feeling ill. ''Madam?'' He said, indicating the other cabinets he'd opened for my inspection. ''Can I get you a class of water, or perhaps a coffee?'' I told him a glass of water would be appreciated and he told me he'd be a few minutes, leaving me to peruse his treasures at my leisure.

I browsed from cabinet to cabinet, it was astonishing, there were tawses, straps, paddles, rulers, books to record punishments in,

books about historical punishment, books explaining how to administer punishment, all in the cabinets to the left of the door. The cabinets to the right of the door contained soft suede floggers, riding crops, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds etc, sort of Ann Summers but in quality. It seemed stock to the left was for the traditionalists and stock to the right was for fun couples seeking added excitement. I was drawn to the left, it had the 'properness' of time, it had authority, it was compelling.

Mr Bellamy returned with my water and asked me if I'd seen anything which suited my requirements. I told him I preferred the cabinets to the left of the door and asked him if he had any more displays, perhaps through the as yet unopened door. No displays in that room, he said, it was bare all but its thick carpet, a single large desk and its heavy velvet drapes. I asked him if that was his office then, and he smiled and told me not at all, the room used to get quite frequent use from clients wishing to test items prior to purchasing, hence the heavy fabrics which provide wonderful sound insulation. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. It still got used, he assured me, just not as often.

I returned to the cabinets to break eye contact with Mr Bellamy and hide my excited embarrassment. I asked him where the prices were and if, say, I made a purchase of for instance a couple of long canes, how would I be able to carry them from the store without raising attention. He explained if I lifted the note against each item the price was underneath, and that long implements were packed discreetly in suitable plain boxes or could even be delivered for a small charge.

I took several more minutes and narrowed my initial interest down to five canes, a long double split tawse and four straps but I didn't want to buy all of them, I was dithering and Mr Bellamy sensed my dilemma. ''Perhaps madam would care to test the items to help her decide,'' he said matter-of-factly. ''But I don't have anyone with me, Mr Bellamy,'' I said, my heart thumping so hard I thought it must be audible. ''Madam,'' said Mr Bellamy, ''I believe my experience, after almost twenty-five years having helped many a lady and gentleman make the right choice, is at your service.'' With that his hand reach for his keys and the testing room door was opened.

If I was going to bolt now was the time, but I didn't and five minutes later I was bending over the large desk bawling my eyes out as Mr. Bellamy helped me evaluate my choices.

A sore bottomed but very well satisfied customer left Johnson & Johnson later that morning. I'd chosen to have my choices delivered, Mr Bellamy had said he'd do it personally.

No spankings for me to report this week. P's been busy but also after falling I haven't been too comfortable with my bruises and swollen ankle. Funny, I get a bruise on my bottom from a fall but hardly any from a spanking. Happy to report though the stiffness has all gone and the ankle doesn't feel too bad.

So that was a little fantasy fiction from the past. I've added pictures for the re-post.

Have a fun weekend.


Last two pics from British Spanking Mag.


Michael M said...

Lovely,well written tale and one to place in the mind archive under "caning- voluntary".
Part 2 -?

Have a good day and hope the week ends up with OTK for you.

SpankedWifeUK said...

Thanks. Great story

Anonymous said...

Really loved the story. Reading it while I was eating my breakfast.I know you should not eat and read but could not help.Please can we have more.

Blondie said...

I love your story. I was really impressed at how brave you were till I realized it was fiction. I would love to visit a store like that. It would be fascinating. Hope you are feeling better real soon.

Hermione said...

Ah, I thought I recognized that story. It's just as lovely the second time around. I wish I knew of a store around here that offered such fine service.

Take good care of your sore ankle.


Anonymous said...


I hope you recover soon from your fall.

I enjoyed your story very much. In the beginning, I thought it was non-fiction, but soon realized it was from your imagination. Very well done!

Please return to full health soon, we all miss your wonderful real life stories.


SNP said...

Thanks for sharing the story from the past (but good) and feel better soon, Ronnie!

Anonymous said...

You are such a great writer..I love the line, "Modern independent thinking woman who are interested less in political correctness than personal satisfaction."
I too fell recently and it takes forever to completely heal!!

PK said...

I love the story and I would love, love, love to shop there. Don't you wonder if there are some 'proper' stores that carry such things. I know we can go to 'adult stores' but this would be even better.

I'm glad you are feeling better. Be careful! There should only be one place on sore on any body.


Bas said...

Wonderful story. You mean to say these shops don't exist anymore in the UK?
Glad the bruises and the ankle are getting better.

ronnie said...

Michael - Thanks for a post idea. Part II could be on it's way. Thanks Michael.

SWUK - Thanks. Appreciate you stopping by.

Margita - Welcome to you. Love to do that on a Sunday morning. Part II could be possible. Thanks so much.

Blondie - Me too. What a store that would be. Thanks Blondie.

Hermione - Kind of you to say. If I find such a store you will have to come over for a visit:) Thanks Hermione.

Joey - Thank you your very kind It was such a silly fall.

SNP - My body feels so much better today. Thanks SNP.

Minelle - That's lovely of you to say so. Hope all your bruises have healed. Thanks Minelle.

PK - That certainly would be a store to visit. I said to P I'd like to open a store and have a room where you could "try before you buy":) Thanks PK.

Bas - There are some old department stores up North but I don't think any like this one, shame:) Thanks Bas.


sunnygirl said...

Wonderful story, Ronnie. I loved the pix too.

Hope the ankle continue to feel better and the P's schedule eases off so he can try to give you some bottom bruises.

Anonymous said...

Not visited for a little while due to a hectic and demanding period, and i found your story line most entertaining to read; and Mr Bellamy seems a man after my own heart always willing to
offer a helping hand especialy when a cane is near. And i hope your personal health is soon back to 100% and that you both have a very good weekend .

Correction Man.

Dave Wolfe said...

"Fantasy Fiction?" Darn, Ronnie, you had me going. I was going to ask for the address. Very nicely done!

ronnie said...

SG - Thanks SG. Ankle so much better today.

CM - TGIF then CM if your working that hard. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Mr. Bellamy was certainly a gentleman. Thanks CM.

Dave - Lovely to see you here. If there was such a store I would happily share:) Thanks Dave.


Rod of The Canery said...

A great story, thank you. I love those old-fashioned stores.

Lea said...

Great story Ronnie, I really enjoyed it.

ronnie said...

Rod - Thank you. Appreciate you stopping by.

Lea - Thanks for letting me know you did.


Emen said...

Beautiful story. Please take me shopping with you next time you go. I have a feeling this store only materializes for certain folk.

Best wishes for a complete recovery.

Anonymous said...

Oh... you. I thought it was for real for a few paragraphs. And then I thought it was familiar. And then I thought, O yeah...

Nothing gets past me. :)

ronnie said...

Emen - If I could find a store like that I would be happy to:) Thanks Emen

Mick - Would be good if it were true. Thanks Mick.


Fondlers Anonymous said...

Great story... thank you for doing a re run!!! I enjoyed it immensely.

Ana said...

I love the blurring of the line between what might possibly have happened and fantasy. :)


ronnie said...

FA - Thanks for letting me know, appreciate you stopping by.

Ana - Thanks so much.


sixofthebest said...

Thank you Heart and Soul, for such a beautiful story. I can imagine being an 'spanking enthusiast, and seeing such stores, as Harrod's, Selfridges, or Marks and Spencer's catering to 'our crowd'. An having a 'royal seal' of approval upon it. Would'nt that be something?.

Anonymous said...

A girl can dream... Sarah,LD,UK

ronnie said...

SOTB - That wold surely be something:) Thanks SOTB, appreciate you stopping by.

Sarah - We have to have our dreams and fantasies:) Thanks Sarah.