Strictly Come Over the Atlantic
Having jumped at the offer from our little one’s caretaker for some weekend visiting, Chris and I found ourselves alone at lunchtime on Saturday. We mildly debated a movie – which, for us, meant going to a mall as our theaters are at malls. We suggested several outings we could have enjoyed had we started much earlier in the day.
We ended up in Palo Alto and shared lunch. He went to one shop, and I to another, and sat outside under an umbrella on a concrete patio. Cars whizzed by and parking lots hemmed us in two directions, while the row of mini-mall restaurants were at our backs. It was also chilly, if not snowing or raining and we chatted about friends and our calendars and what we do that day.
So, with hours upon hours of freedom before us, we did what any old married couple does.
We went furniture shopping.
Actually, we haunted Ikea until we found an elusive wall cabinet that we could sit on the floor in the landing at the top of our stairs. It makes a great bookcase. And, we bought a coffee table. We’ve never owned a coffee table. Never. There have been the occasional side or end table, or a two-drawer Malm Ikea cabinet with a lamp on top of it.
The princess summed up the dilemma of a coffee table this morning by being excited about having a place to do art projects and build Lego masterpieces while at the same time saying, “But it’s sort of sad that there’s less space to play in the middle of the floor.”
Anyway, since these fine examples of Swedish manufacture are from Ikea, we had to carry them indoors through the sprinkling rain and then contemplate putting them together. Or, rather, Chris had to contemplate putting them together. Me? I went and took off my clothes. He followed. And what happened then had nothing to do with furniture assembly but everything to do with two adults who did not have a child to supervise them. We went to bed and did, well, those things that married people do.
If you don’t know what those things are, let me be more specific. He spanked me a lot and then he took of his pants.
Then we behaved like real grown-ups and debated the wisdom of going to bed at 6 PM. After determining this outcome of the evening to not only be lame but actually embarrassing, Chris did put together the furniture.
At 9 PM on Saturday night, we found ourselves contemplating dinner. At 9:15, I slid into the passenger’s seat wearing only rain boots, an old yellow piece of fabric that might have once passed as a dress but now might be referred to as a house dress, and a jacket. No underclothes. We picked up Chinese – I waited in the car.
At 10 we popped a generous gift from Northern Spanking‘s Lucy McLean into the DVD player. She sent us a copy of Strictly Come Spanking last week after I had twittered that I’d never seen a spanking video that didn’t make me laugh (and that my amusement with them wasn’t always appreciated in all corners of the universe). In fact, I don’t think I’ve watched more than a few minutes of any spanking video since before we were married. We own some, of course. They live in one of Chris’s dresser drawers, at the high end, but they rarely come out of hiding when I’m around.
This one, Lucy said, was supposed to make me laugh.
Actually, it made both Chris & I laugh.
Now, we received the British version of the film, complete with European PAL encoding. Our DVD player would not play it, so we ended up connecting my laptop to the big flat screen via VGA cable.
Even with the shortcomings of laptop sound instead of surround sound, it was exceptionally funny. The video mocks British television show Strictly Come Dancing, which might resonate with Americans who like Dancing With the Stars. Honestly, I’ve never watched either show, but I still enjoyed this interpretation with Amelia Jane Rutherford, Leia Ann Woods, Amy Hunter and Syra Garcia. (There’s also a special appearance by Irelynn Logeen, heh.)
As far as we can tell, this film is not (yet?) for sale in the U.S. ShadowLane sells several Northern Spanking videos, but this new release is not yet among them. However, when or if it is available on our side of the great pond, I definitely recommend it to those who do not expect to use it as foreplay.
We went to bed at midnight, still wondering whether we’d have to confess that with our free time we’d done nothing more interesting than go to Ikea.
Themocracy
Whee! Am so pleased it made you laugh. Not all spanking porn needs to be serious – we believe anyway
Am sure all those in spanko relationships have their fair share of laughs.
However, it is now my mission to prove to you that spanking films can be hot and arousing without being dull…. Hmmm….
Heh. Good luck.
Oh I’m the biggest cynic in the world. I’ve always preferred my kink in books for me to find them hot. Hmm. Might have to figure out what pushes your buttons first!
Oh, Lord, I’ve been to that very Ikea, multiple times. I’m glad Lucy made it possible for you to have a good laugh after braving the crowds and lines.
Actually we went back on Sunday for something we didn’t get on Saturday. Call us bananas.