The title refers to the fact that I'm about to tell you a little story about a surreal, ridiculous-how can we call it-duck, impasse, unexpected incident or how I was taught in my Catholic college, a great figure shit.
I am a young, poor, shy girl, and I shall not make life as good as the potential threat of being able to get ahead of others. The is true even if the "third parties" are listening beyond the wall, which is why, in other people's homes and hotels I always try to avoid creating a situation "spankable.
is not the same view, my dear husband, as well as Spanker, instead it is that others should be happy to help or hear that women are more educated "old style" by a man of moral probity. (Formerly the noun and the adjective honest morality is bound to L. .. I realize that comic, but the story is not this fun!)
Last year we set off for the holidays and choose a destination lontaaaana and lost, where obviously the first meeting we do at the hotel with an elderly couple - but also Arzilli - Italian old men.
pearls on her bathing suit and loafers he inform us that they are quite bourgeois.
First day goes by fast and cheerful, but the fifth week, the situation worsened suddenly!
I have a thing to take away the food, wrap in a napkin "just in case I were hungry later" and that day I brought the jam in the breakfast room, inserting it in the suitcase of L. so that the attendants do not throw them.
I have no idea how, but a jam BERRY had broken into his suitcase, staining almost everything: OH MY GOD!!
I found myself having the cheeks of the same color of the jam, and a few moments later, in the lap of L. purple also intent on the buttocks.
him, it sounded to me the holy right.
I, I did not have decent minimum to lower his voice.
I was too surprised. I must also say fun, I complained and laughed together.
I had done everything possible to be an angel ... the fate of spankee is always challenging, there is nothing to do!
Hundreds of spanking after, clean shirts and sleep, they would have buried the episode, but ...
The next morning we take the lift, and here we reach the two Italians, pulling strongly from the doors that were about to close. speak kindly and we go down the hall to go to breakfast.
But something is wrong, I see them shiver, especially the lady.
The indignant old lady, no longer able to hold her tongue, and says in a low voice low:
"You've heard the moans you last night??" We
: "Emm .. we would not say ...".
She insists: "Oh, we do! All night! I almost ashamed to say it .."
The girl twists her hands, then continues: "You see those two .. those two Japanese??"
A dry finger like a dead twig, but adorned with a magnificent emerald, shows us a young couple of Japanese businessmen.
"You can not imagine! Suddenly, after we put under the covers feel a" SCIAFF! And a "AHII" to follow! Belli strong they felt. So for all the night! "With emphasis
Brescia, King's moccasin assists his wife:" And yes! But not just "Ah," said one there! He also said "Ahhh," enjoyed himself to be saccagnato of slaps! S & M were the ones there! ... We wanted to call the concierge, but what they want, they are amazing stories! "
The smile from a second whale L. Wolf when he realizes the mistake they have killed our great-grandmother, and then comes back with his usual serious face ass honest guy family well.
But I am upset!
I do not believe what he says the old lady! I think they realized it was us, so everything is telling us to take us in chestnut!
I turn red as a pepper.
And that asshole L. making?
says: "Love you became all red!"
I look at him with wide eyes, that turn into bitter look, moments spent long hours until he goes on: "Lady, change the subject, these are not suited to his young ears!"
Damn!!
Mrs. smiled, and we separate to go to grab our breakfast.
When we go back in the room burst out laughing. There overcoat, read and laugh like crazy. Laughter to no end, abdominals tense, numb jaws.
We laughed until tears are not the first fate.
"That figure of shit!" I say, I can just pull a bit 'breath. And continued to laugh.
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