Top: “Honey, have you forgotten something?” (Top looks at the half-dressed girl who has forgotten to put on her dress because she was too focused on preparing dinner.)
Girl: “What, dear? Oh, cutlery! I think the dog has nicked them. Wait, let me get them for you. The naughty dog is licking them under the table.”
Poppy, good morning. :rainbow :rose
I think she is hiding under the table because she served to much whine during the meal.
He is going to firmly adjust her attitude before leaving for a night out. addle :loud
Have a productive day. :4leaf :rose
Love and warm hugs, :love :star
Paul.
Who serves wine and tea at a meal. Sarah Palin, and her ‘tea party’ crowd. Shocking indeed. No wonder those naughty female’s are ‘dipsy’, and should be given ‘six of the best’, with my pliable, swishy, stinging cane, on their bare bottoms.
She dropped an expensive diamond earring, a gift from her lover and dinner partner, and she is frantically searching for it. Of course, it isn’t really a diamond. It is only cubic zirconia. She lost the real diamond earrings ages ago, but wasn’t going to confess to that, so she replaced them with cubic zirconia ones, and now one has fallen under the table, so she is pretending that she is frantic, although she’s really just swearing under there.
So I so so so can write English so accurately nowadays!
I think she hid another bottle of red vine under the table and now when the other guests are maybe taking a cigarette break or something, she sneaks to take another sip!
It was a test in the vein of the Spanker-at DJ posted about over at A Voice in the Corner. The table was set and all was going well until she innocently asked for a little wine. Perhaps even a bit peeved that none had been offered. Now, all out of sorts, she doesn’t know which end it up…yet.
This is apparently exactly how Victorian gentlefolk regarded unadorned table legs. Only “table bloomers” could control their lavish imaginations, so I’m told.
Also, at Victorian dinner parties colored tablecloths were used, since white would remind the gentlemen of bed sheets. Piano legs too had to be modestly draped.
Apparently all the Victorians thought about was sex and naked limbs.
Nikolai, I think it might have been much more than asking for wine that identified this girl as a spanker-at, or as someone very, very similar.
Dev, I never knew that about white tablecloths reminding gentlemen of bed sheets! Maybe they weren’t really gentlemen at all! Their minds were seriously somewhere else instead of making genteel conversation with the ladies. What a sexually charged, repressed era it was.
Wait a minute. Do men still think of bedsheets when they are seated at a table with white tablecloths? This may change my dinner parties, so I need an answer soon.
Top: “Honey, have you forgotten something?” (Top looks at the half-dressed girl who has forgotten to put on her dress because she was too focused on preparing dinner.)
Girl: “What, dear? Oh, cutlery! I think the dog has nicked them. Wait, let me get them for you. The naughty dog is licking them under the table.”
Chortle.
Poppy, good morning. :rainbow :rose

addle :loud 
I think she is hiding under the table because she served to much whine during the meal.
He is going to firmly adjust her attitude before leaving for a night out.
Have a productive day. :4leaf :rose
Love and warm hugs, :love :star
Paul.
Ahem…
Vine and tea at the same meal… Guilty!
XX
Maria
Who serves wine and tea at a meal. Sarah Palin, and her ‘tea party’ crowd. Shocking indeed. No wonder those naughty female’s are ‘dipsy’, and should be given ‘six of the best’, with my pliable, swishy, stinging cane, on their bare bottoms.
She’s searching for her proper panties to replace that disreputable garment she has on now, although I don’t think she’ll find them under there.
Where so you think they are, Dev?
Maria
She dropped an expensive diamond earring, a gift from her lover and dinner partner, and she is frantically searching for it. Of course, it isn’t really a diamond. It is only cubic zirconia. She lost the real diamond earrings ages ago, but wasn’t going to confess to that, so she replaced them with cubic zirconia ones, and now one has fallen under the table, so she is pretending that she is frantic, although she’s really just swearing under there.
Quietly.
So I so so so can write English so accurately nowadays!
I think she hid another bottle of red vine under the table and now when the other guests are maybe taking a cigarette break or something, she sneaks to take another sip!
Diamonds and smoking and wine and new knickers- sounds like a party to me.
(I left Sarah Palin out of it.)
It was a test in the vein of the Spanker-at DJ posted about over at A Voice in the Corner. The table was set and all was going well until she innocently asked for a little wine. Perhaps even a bit peeved that none had been offered. Now, all out of sorts, she doesn’t know which end it up…yet.
This is apparently exactly how Victorian gentlefolk regarded unadorned table legs. Only “table bloomers” could control their lavish imaginations, so I’m told.
Also, at Victorian dinner parties colored tablecloths were used, since white would remind the gentlemen of bed sheets. Piano legs too had to be modestly draped.
Apparently all the Victorians thought about was sex and naked limbs.
Nikolai, I think it might have been much more than asking for wine that identified this girl as a spanker-at, or as someone very, very similar.
Dev, I never knew that about white tablecloths reminding gentlemen of bed sheets! Maybe they weren’t really gentlemen at all! Their minds were seriously somewhere else instead of making genteel conversation with the ladies. What a sexually charged, repressed era it was.
Almost makes me want to go back in time.
Wait a minute. Do men still think of bedsheets when they are seated at a table with white tablecloths? This may change my dinner parties, so I need an answer soon.
Oh!
Can we do a class trip to the Victorian era?
But no going to a school (or any home tutoring) because … well… it would smart rtaher than make us smart.