My regularly-recurring waitress fantasies follow a fairly predictable path – a cute girl spills something over smartly-dressed guest, then gets soundly thrashed by her boss / restaurant owner in the back room or after closing time.
Only, the lass in the cafe in Stuttgart earlier in the week was far too cute – all short red hair, blue eyes, cheerful smile and neat, black uniform – to leave to the manager. A stumble, my cake* dropping to the ground… and she’d just have to be up-ended over my lap, right there on the terrace in full view of the other customers and the passing pedestrians, her skirt pulled up and knickers down for a hard hand spanking until her bottom was bright red and she was truly apologetic.
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* It’s OK. If there’s one thing I remember from my German O Level, it’s that their chocolate milkshakes destroy any calories in their cakes.
Would the stumble be caused by you tripping her up by any chance? 😉
Eliane, how could you even suggest such a thing?!