I’ve posted before about the perfect kinky inspiration I get from “Antiques Roadshow”.
Well, it strikes again. On tonights programme a sweet young girl was showing off her great-grand-grand-(etc)-mother’s embroidery sampler. Careful stitches growing faint from the sun: the alphabet, numbers, a short devotional passage.
I could see that 18th-century girl bending her head over the canvas, licking a prickled finger, stifling a bored yawn. Her mind wonders, the progress hoplessly stalled. A governess frowns, picking up a birch rod…
I’d love to role-play this scene. I’m pretty good at embroidery (a Ukrainian girl’s necessary accomplishment), but I’d be willing to botch it up for a suitably strict governess. I’ve been going through the list of my female friends for the last half an hour, trying to imagine which one of them would be willing to take me in hand. Oh, to be a good 18th-century girl…
You already know how good I am with a hairbrush… sorry hun!