Forced down across the bed the PJ's were pulled down one
handed as the other hand was pressed firmly between shoulder blades. Stinging
blows were rained upon an unprotected and upturned arse in spite of the pitiful
cries for mercy.
There was none.
In fact He turned around afterwards and said well you keep
saying that your favourite colour is red and that you don't like pink. So I
have to hit you harder... just to make sure your arse goes the right colour.
Again one says bastard!
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Oooh, that last comment was rather sadistic, wasn't it?
i've learnt to stop using certain words in a certain someone's presence.
especially since they have this uncanny ability to store said words in their heads only to pull them out for use (usually to their advantage) later on.
Lol, oh sorry. I guess its only funny when its not me. Be lucky he didn't keep going or your arse would have been purple. Beep Beep, I think I hear a bus coming. :)
Dang, that was a very sadistic comment!
Very lovely shade of red though. :)
You have to be specific with them. I think he was right on this one. (Sorry!)
Et tu, Brute?
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