What a day! Unfortunately, I did start this on the train home last night and then got distracted, so it’s a day late. I had a busy day with weight lifting, walloping, you know. Normal things.

This one is taken from the delightful smacking I got yesterday.

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The thing is, when a large hairbrush is falling on your bottom, it hurts. Stingy and burny and if it happens to accidentally (surely, because who would be so mean?!) land on your sit spots, you’re likely to say something along the lines of, “Ow, ow! Fuck!”

Which will lead to a very pregnant pause. You’ll probably freeze as he stops.

“What was that word?”

Squirming. Lots of squirming.

“Uhhh, not a nice one?”

I hoped he could hear me talking into the couch cushion.

And it’s also possible, that after you say that, while tracing the marks already on your thighs, he’ll say, “Say it again and I’ll smack your thighs until you squeal.”

And if you’re me, well, you’d be very tempted indeed.

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—M