Wonderful choice again, B. Oh my! I can feel the sting on the orthodox surface!!! Boo-Hoo :-(
Sister & me would bend over the sofa, so pedalling was not an option :-) We had to keep still. I would clench my fists & tense every muscle in my body while mother dropped a hornets nest on my bare botty: avec le canne, cul nu. Zut Alors!!
But in the evening, whoopings in my bedroom, bubble gum-pink jammies at half-mast, bending over the bed, was slightly more conducive to pedalling (moderate, of sorts). With acute angles & leverage, if you will, B, ha-ha!
Awesome photos above. Oh my! That regular Blushes guy sure was the main Bottom-Smacker-In Chief during our magazine days of the 1970s & 1980s, B! Like, daily bread from strict papa! Boo-Hoos a bunch! Hugs n bot swats. Brenda xx
I haven't heard it called pedalling before but that I'd a very good name for it than kicking....very cute.
ReplyDeleteShe's doing a Tour de France, already, B! :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful choice again, B. Oh my! I can feel the sting on the orthodox surface!!!
Boo-Hoo :-(
Sister & me would bend over the sofa, so pedalling was not an option :-) We had to keep still. I would clench my fists & tense every muscle in my body while mother dropped a hornets nest on my bare botty: avec le canne, cul nu. Zut Alors!!
But in the evening, whoopings in my bedroom, bubble gum-pink jammies at half-mast, bending over the bed, was slightly more conducive to pedalling (moderate, of sorts). With acute angles & leverage, if you will, B, ha-ha!
Awesome photos above. Oh my! That regular Blushes guy sure was the main Bottom-Smacker-In Chief during our magazine days of the 1970s & 1980s, B! Like, daily bread from strict papa!
Boo-Hoos a bunch!
Hugs n bot swats.
Brenda xx