Last summer I went out of town on a work-related course. I was pleased to find that the location of the training centre was a mere three blocks from an adult toy store I had never visited before.
During the lunch break I hurried out for a quick shopping trip. I'm sorry to say the selection of implements was pretty sparse: one wooden paddle with holes and a vibrating riding crop. Were they sold out of everything?
The selection of books was extensive and they were attractively displayed by category. The title of one caught my eye immediately: 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed. Yes, that looked like a juicy read for the evening. I bought the book, tucked it into my shoulder bag to hide the distinctively marked plastic bag it was in (whatever happened to plain brown wrappers?) and hurried back to resume my education.
When we were dismissed for the day, I eagerly hurried back to my hotel, stopping for takeout pizza and salad along the way. I was looking forward to a cozy evening.
I changed into something comfortable, enjoyed my dinner, then settled into bed to read, my vibrator within easy reach. I opened the book and started. It was an autobiographical account written by an Italian schoolgirl. She described teenage angst, copulation, a motorcycle, more copulation, more angst, oral sex, a weird boyfriend....
So where was the hairbrush? I was 50 pages into the book and still hadn't found any spanking. There was plenty of intercourse, but frankly, graphic descriptions of sexual activity leave me dry cold. The book was boring!
I started to speed read, flipping pages quickly to find the 'good parts'. There weren't any. What I found instead was a single paragraph that explained it all. The author described how her mother has always taught her to brush her hair 100 times each night. Aargh! A hairbrush used on hair!
I abandoned the book. And the vibrator. But the problem of what to do with the book remained. I was reluctant to pack it in my suitcase and bring it home with me. That just added extra weight to my luggage, and I would still need to dispose of it. I didn't want it. Could I toss it into the wastebasket in my room? Leave it for the chambermaids to find?
I couldn't return it to the store. What would I say? That they misclassified the book, and it shouldn't have been displayed in the S&M section because there was no spanking in it?
I wrapped the book in the plastic bag it came in and the next morning, on my way back to class, I tossed it into a garbage container on the street. That was a waste of $16.99 plus tax!