I like Brussels: I’ve worked here a fair amount over the past couple of years, and the city’s grown on me.
A stroll on Saturday stimulated several silly spanko snippets. There was the jacket shop, named “Leather Victim”. (Many tawsed, strapped or belted girls would presumably associate with that!).
Then came the advert in a recruitment agency window, seeking a “Frontdesk collaborateur (M/F)”. I can do the M/F bit: I wonder if that’d get me the job?
Next, the immacutely-uniformed group of girl guides, ever-so-well behaved in the Grand Place – possibly Europe’s most beautiful civic space. The group of slightly older girl guide leaders, chasing each other around the square, shrieking loudly. My hand was twitching… Oh to be a girl-guide-leader-leader.
And finally, the very distinguished shop in the very distinguished arcade, with the long stick in the window and the notice entitled “Canne Toulouse-Lautrec”. Apparently:
This cane is a replica of the famous Tolouse-Lautrec cane. The original is in Albi’s art gallery.
Wow! I must go and check some of his paintings… I didn’t know he’d caned his models. And then I read on, realising that absinthe was a more likely explanation: “Inside, you will find two glasses and a bottle with a silver-plated stopper”. 445 euros, if anyone’s interested.
I do quite like the idea of caning a girl, then pausing to unscrew the implement’s “silver-plated knob” and pouring two shots, one for me and one to help calm the thrashed girl!
I like the idea of the beaten girl being offered a stiff drink. Even better would be if she were taken to the local bistro for some sustenance – perhaps a thick bowl of minestrone soup and a glass of red wine. Being mistreated and then ‘treated’ is an interesting juxtaposition in a girl’s mind, I think. (Food for thought Abel at your next meal in a Brussels restaurant.)
re Rob’s comment – I can say from experience that unfortunately, Rob doesn’t always consider the health of one’s credit card in making such suggestions. Consider yourself lucky that she has you eating soup in a bistro and not fine dining at the Savoy!
How about frozen egg omelette for a caned/strapped/tawsed girl? That’s what you get on the farm when it’s 20 below and the school is out and you are spending a delightful day with your husband, including both beatings and being made lunch. Live simply, people…
Yes definitely Amber. It can be very simple. A cup of tea and toast and jam would be highly acceptable – especially served on a tray in bed (with a bag of ice on the side!!)
Hmmm.
I still have my girl guide uniform. Why don’t we start a grown up troupe and then we can go on a trip – first to Tate Modern to try the slides, then to Brussels