"Oh My God! That is the coolest thing. Did you hear that fiona?"
He had just flipped me onto my stomach and had spanked me with THAT brush. Ya, the brush that I love-to-hate so much. He hit me again and I buried my head in the pillow, absorbing the blow and breathing. Again, again...
"uuu uuu uuuu uuuu?" I think he said something.
Then he stops... and I regain my senses (stop hyperventilating).
...and then he's laughing.
...and then I'm laughing.
Our beautiful black iron bed frame, the one that I adore, RINGS everytime he hits me.
The bed, my ass, the brush and Sir are a perfect TIBETAN SINGING BOWLl!!