Frankly, I still don’t believe it happenned but I don’t have a
lot to say about it these days so I just live with it as best I
can. Meekly I met her demand. Sex Thwack! I have to say
that despite all the humiliation I was suffering, this struck me as
just a bit too much. I was crying like a baby. “Get into these pink panties. Thwack! “CUT IT OUT!” she said to me angrily with an expression of
rage I had never seen before on her face, “Or, get this straight
Mr.—I’LL CUT IT OFF!”
“Sure, dear, I was only kidding around,” I said limply,
astonished by her fury, but Joan soon made clear she was interested
in more than apologies. Now, I’m a red assed, sniveling
wimp. “Now do it!” she said, “but I’m warning you now, if you come
in your pants you’re going to be eating din-din out of that doggy
bowl bare assed naked for the rest of the week, and without using
your hands. “Don’t you
think she’s cute?”
“Yes, I said,”
“Well maybe you’ll get to know her better, dear,” Joan said in
a way that made me uncomfortable.
