|Found at The Pink Papers|
I glare at the corner so fiercely I’m surprised it doesn’t bore a hole into the wall. No, I don’t like this. This is not how I should be feeling. This is not the position I should be in. I did NOT do anything wrong.
“This can keep going all night, you know,” he says from behind me. “Tell me why we’re here.”
I sigh loudly, easing up my glare at the wall. “I don’t know, just like I said before!”
He shakes his head. “Get back over here.” He sits on the couch and I lay across his lap as the spanking resumes. I kick my legs and bury my face into the cushion as his hand quickly turns my bottom pink. I do not want to hear him. I do not have the answers he wants to hear.
“Tell me why we’re here,” he says again. I bite down on my lip in frustration. “I don’t know!” The swats get more intense to show his dislike for my response. “Have you figured out by now that ‘I don’t know’ is not an acceptable answer? Tell me anything besides that.” He pauses and rubs my bottom, waiting for my response. My glare returns, directed at the couch cushion this time. “I… don’t… know…”
It’s going to be a long night.