As you may well have noticed, Haron and I tend to alternate posting to this blog. It’s her turn tonight; she’s sitting next to me on the sofa whilst I (mindlessly) watch TV. Suddenly she passes the computer to me:
“Can you post tonight. I’m too trashed to write anything.”
So, folks, here I am.
Hi.
With apologies to Haron’s fans.
You can all rest assured that “being trashed” classes as grounds for a spanking. I’ll let her post tomorrow (which should be *my* day) – if she’s able to sit comfortably enough to type.
PS “too trashed” for Haron equals one medium-sized glass of red wine; she’s cheap, as wives go…
LOL. That’s about how much I can drink. First time Chris came to visit me, I had a (less than one) drink before dinner and he had to practically carry me up to his hotel room. Not to spank me… but to get me Tylenol and a flat place to lie down and recover.
Hope you had fun, Haron. Does wine affect your tolerance?
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LOL Diane, I almost had sympathy for you in your plight facing your 10.30pm spanking. Then I read to the end of the comment, which convinced me that your paddling and strapping was probably richly deserved for being a brat!
I remember my first (or not?) American boyfriend from New Orleans saying that I was a cheap date, since I can get rather tipsy from half a bottle of beer. That’s how I learned the expression. Next, when my now husband and I used to go to school in the Obscure Country, he’d buy us three beers, out of which he’d drink 2.5 and I’d drink 0.5.
We’ve been drinking a lot more recently though, having drank 3 bottles of wine last night b/w 7 people and 1 bottle the other night between J. and I, when I first presented him with the cane. I like to be spanked when I am tipsy.