I hope this anecdote brings a smile to you.
Aunt Kay had been corresponding extensively with a couple
from the Los Angeles area and made an arrangement for us to fly down from the
Bay Area and have an overnight visit with them. The “comedy” began right from
the airport.
The man picked us up curbside in an old Volvo that had
obviously seen better days. He had a kind of oddball demeanor, vaguely like
Kramer from the old show “Sienfeld”. Well, one of the back doors didn’t open
properly and I had to climb thru the front to get back there while Aunt Kay
rode shotgun.
To say this guy was a bad driver would be as much of an
understatement as saying the ocean has a lot of water in it. I do not
exaggerate when I say it was like the madcap driving in one of those silent
movies. And while driving the back door apparently figured out how to open
itself and flew open from time to time.
The arrangement was that Aunt Kay and I would sleep
overnight on their boat in a big marina, the name of which I cannot recall –
they had a small house in the hills. We had come in fairly early and we decided
to all hang out at the marina. I went with the guy went to get some takeout food.
When we returned we found a note on the closed hatch of the boat with
instructions that we were to report individually to the school principal (meaning
in the boats cabin). I was assigned to go first.
Upon entering the cabin both women were very stern and
serious and there was a list of my imaginary transgressions which warranted a
not imaginary spanking from the two of them. They were quite enthusiastic about
it and maybe showing off for one another. And the crack of their paddles inside
the fiberglass boat resonated/amplified loudly. When they were finished with me
I told him “good luck” as he went to the “Office”.
The marina was populated by quite a few live-in boaters.
Some of them had fairly permanent set-ups on the dock alongside their boats; barbecues, sofas, fish tanks, etc.
Anyway it turned out that our illusion of privacy during the office spanking
sessions was just that; illusion. Apparently the fiberglass hull combined with
the open spaces inside it acted more like a speaker system than a muffling
wall. Everyone heard everything.
The woman host insisted we meet the neighbors, all of whom
were pleasant people. There were a few of comments, good-natured really,
about the spankings. It was definitely embarrassing for me. “Kramer” couldn’t
have cared less.
