Bad news I didn't get spanked.
So what to post when there's no spankings around and no news worthy snippets. You tell a story and you know I like stories so here's one I'm re-visiting, its true, it was the first time I was ever punished and was quite shocking for me, it happened on a river boat in West Africa which added some glamour and got me over it quicker.
That's the actual boat
We were treated to a holiday by one of our friends, a regular customer, and his girlfriend; he had his own civil engineering business and he'd been given the holiday for 4 by a supplier, anyway we went to the Gambia for 2 weeks. Fabulous holiday.
Eric had booked the four of us into a hotel near Gatwick airport for the night and drove us down in his Silver Cloud, don't get me wrong he wasn't posh just wealthy through hard work and he bought it on a whim only to sell it a few months later, didn't like the ride (which was very soft and floaty), actually I thought the seats would be very comfy if you had a sore bottom, which I didn’t, not at that time anyway. We overindulged in the hotel restaurant and bar, P threatened to spank me but didn't, and we all struggled to get up at 4 am for the flight. Anyway we made it and slept half through the flight to Banjul, which was the tiniest most ramshackle airport I'd ever seen. It might be bigger now, I'm sure the whole place has changed, but over twenty odd years ago it was definitely third world and charming for it.
We did lots of sunning, swimming, P learnt to windsurf there, I did some early morning exercising and jogging on the beach which was lovely with the lush jungle fringing it and early morning bird and animal noises to keep me company, always within sight of the hotel security guards who were there to protect against muggings. The hotel still used mosquito nets even though it was 5* and right on the beach, it was really quite romantic. We did several sightseeing trips – one of them was on a boat for two days up river and that's what I want to tell you about, it was a fantastic experience and it was also the first time I got spanked as a punishment, which really got me at the time although I'm these days I'd regard it differently.
The boat was a major form of transport, local people used to use it to travel up river to buy and sell goods and visit family inland and in the capital Banjul. They would take their animals with them on the boat, sheep, goats, pigs even a cow, they were in the basement of the boat and confined to that area. Tourists had cabins on the upper deck and were also restricted for their own safety, although Eric and P ventured down into the 'value' section out of curiosity and wished they hadn't. Quite an experience.
We had to board the boat in Banjul harbour, we got there early and went off sightseeing. Now at that time Gambia was considered safe 'with care' for tourists - it meant safety in numbers, not wearing jewellery, dressing modestly as it was mainly Muslim, not straying off, not taking photos of people without asking etc. Don’t ask me exactly how but I strayed off in the main market in Banjul, against instructions to keep close, one minute I was with P, Eric and Jane and the next they'd gone and the crowd was impenetrable, I had no idea even which direction to look. The market was both fascinating and disgusting, it had open sewers, trenches really, crisscrossing it and next to them were meat vendors with great slabs of flesh all glistening black with flies which would buzz up angrily when they were disturbed by a purchaser. Some traders were calling me, obviously a tourist and alone, to visit their stalls, dodgy characters, frightening place - thing were looking bad.
To cut the story short, just when I was really getting panicky, along came a German tourist party with guide – I thought thank goodness, tagged along didn't care where they were going just happy to feel safe, as it happened they emerged close to the jetty where Eric and Jane were - phew! - P was dipping in and out of the fringes of the market looking for me but sensibly keeping his bearings, and then he saw me safe and sound and joined us with only about 20 minutes to spare to board the boat. P was relieved but also very mad oh yes I could tell - outwardly polite, calm words but fewer of them, well he wasn't going to shout at me here, and the thought of him spanking me just didn't occur because he'd never spanked me for anything like this and once we were on the boat he'd forget about it. Think again Ronnie. No way. I got spanked hard, I really didn't know how to handle it, if we'd been at home I'd have been off, put some distance between us, maybe even have stayed a night over at a friend's but on a riverboat your options are somewhat limited.
Walking along the jetty I could hardly believe we were going to live on this boat for two days, I joked to P it reminded me of the African Queen, he didn't answer, but honestly if Humphrey Bogart had been there to greet us he wouldn't have been out of place.
He spoke for the first time since entering the cabin, ''You know what this is for, not just for being careless and ignoring the warnings of the reps but ignoring my direct instruction to stick like glue in that market, its not like the nice little leather craft fairs we have at home''....SPANK ..SPANK
After his shower P said he was going out on deck, shower worked fine. He came back half an hour later to find out what was keeping me, I was still lying on the bed, sulking I suppose. He told me to get showered and out on deck it was lovely out there, Banjul had disappeared into the distance and it was all river and jungle, Jane was wondering where I was if I was OK. I did shower and joined them on deck, changed my shorts for a longer pair because the tops of my thighs were red where he'd caught them, Jane had made friends with another couple and I soon joined in, I didn't talk with P though.
Later in the early evening, after simple dinner of fresh river caught fish served in the boat's little dining room which could seat no more than 18 at a time, we sat up on deck sipping iced drinks and swatting mosquitoes and I fidgeted and fussed to get comfortable on the white plastic terrace seats as my backside was sore beyond belief.....I think P really didn't want me straying off the rest of the trip..........
Not been back to Gambia since.
Have a good week.
Picture from Uncle Pete's but can't find his site now so if anyone does please pass it on.