I was on holiday recently and dined al fresco at a restaurant called Philda's, which was quite charming and served a lot of fresh fish which we love, and even had a 'Frank Sinatra' crooner entertaining, he wasn't bad either, you can see him (first picture) with his back to you with waistcoat and white shirt sitting chatting with a lady diner who, I believe, is also a spanker. I'm sorry the photos are grainy by the way but couldn't use flash as it would have attracted too much attention.
So what's this all about? I'll tell you, and I wish I could have got the actual spanking bits on my camera by the way but that's just impossible when they happen unexpectedly. Anyway, in picture 1 the lady arrowed on the left, part of a party of girls with one man, spanked one of the waiters whose attention she'd been trying to attract for a while and who bent lower to hear better, especially with the language difference, and when she'd told him whatever, she gave him a meaty smack on his bottom and off he went. I was stunned, the girls were laughing, I couldn't hear their conversation unfortunately.
Then, no more than ten minutes later, the chef came out from the kitchen (I knew it was the chef because he'd already been to our table to check we were happy with our food, which we were) and went across to the lady arrowed on the right who's chatting with the Frank Sinatra singer in the photo but had a girl sitting opposite at the time. They both appeared to know him, they chatted for a couple of minutes then the arrowed lady stood up, moved her chair back, put her arms round his neck and pecked his cheek, then reached round and smacked his bum with her left hand before sitting down again. Two in one evening at the same restaurant?
Then a little later, the left arrow lady joined the right arrow lady and chatted for a while, obviously they knew each other.
I kept a running commentary for P, who had his back to them and couldn't really keep looking round, he was just amused. He joked that if you started smacking waiters' of chefs' bottoms in the UK you'd get done for sexual harassment. I said I wondered if there was a local spanking ring, perhaps the restaurant was one of their meeting places (overactive imagination I know, I blame the wine), P said perhaps it was just the norm in Cyprus, after all it's known as the 'island of love' and there's erotica, mostly linked with ancient Greek mythology, all over the place.
There were no further spanking incidents, I imagined perhaps they would all meet up later at some local villa and have some sort of spanking orgy. P wouldn't engage with me in such speculation, he thought it was going a bit far, I think he was more amused by my excitement than what I'd seen happen, he said it was time to go, I said we could stay a bit longer, have another drink, he asked for the bill and said we'd go and get a cocktail somewhere, I pouted, he said be careful or you might get a spanking yourself. I didn't, that particular evening, but I did get a nice Brandy Alexander to round the evening off even though the bar was a bit tacky.
Have a fun weekend.
Have a fun weekend.