Dick irritated me this morning by wanting to play with me when I wasn’t in the mood to be played with. He said maybe a good fuck would put a smile on my face. I said I didn’t want a smile on my face. My face was perfectly fine as it was, ta very much. He said I was a waspish little bugger and he was going to trade me in for a nice accommodating blow up fuck slut that didn’t answer back. True to his prior promise Shane put me over his knee and gave my bare bottom a dozen hard slaps before leaving for work. He told me to spend the day sorting myself out, because if he came home to a sour faced houseboy there’d be serious trouble. I told him when it came to sour faces his took the golden lemon and maybe he should practice what he preached and slap a smile on his own mush. (Lie detector falls over laughing) Okay, I didn’t say that. I like living I do. The spanking calmed me, for a brief period anyway. The post woman revived my irritation by shoving several forests of junk mail and a credit card bill through the letterbox.
