I know I mentioned our son's home from uni for a few days. It means a spanking drought but I get a mega amount of washing and ironing, it arrives with him jumbled into bin sacks and it returns in neat piles, I've neglected a couple of P's shirts intentionally so he'll have reason to take issue with me when son returns. Devious eh.
We ate out last night, couldn't get a table where we wanted to go because we didn't book, didn't think it would be busy, so we ended up in a brasserie which had space, a bit upmarket actually but nice, the food was good the staff friendly except the maitre d' who was efficient but a bit starchy.
One of the waitress, who our son knew from High School, spilled some wine on her tunic and made a comment about going and removing it, I told her it hardly showed, she said 'Oh it'll show and Mr ---- is bound to notice, nothing escapes his attention.' Well accidents happen, I told her, I'm sure he'll understand but she rolled her eyes and said he was pretty strict about dress and service standards, I'm sure she popped to the loo and mopped the spillage.
I looked at the rest of the waiting staff, one boy and three more girls, and imagined the maitre d' inspecting them, she'd mentioned the word strict and I mused that perhaps he might spank them if they fell too far short of his standards, amazing where a corrupted mind can wander during a spanking drought.
Ronnie
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