I'm laying bent over the bed with a serious attitude.
I'm so irritated. SO.
His belt is landing across my ass.
His hand holds me at the small of my back so I cannot move.
"Do you have something you want to say to me, fiona?"
I know he wants me to apologize, but it's not that easy.
I have NO idea what in the hell I should apologize for.
(and I can't just say I'm sorry...I have to say what I'm sorry for.)
His belt hits my thighs and my sit spot. He's not holding back.
In a reaction inverse to the pain he is inflicting,
I'm calming, I can feel myself letting the stress go and melt away.
"Are you going to apologize, fiona?" he asks calmly.
"I don't know what I did." I say honestly and sincerely.
The belt strikes, again and ag--
"OH!" I say with utter astonishment and then start to laugh.
I laugh, I guffaw, I am down right hysterical.
Sir drops the belt and begins to laugh.
He KNOWS I now remember - exactly what I did. Ooops.
Oh my goodness, how did I forget that in my irritated state
I took the duster handle and hit Sir's foot with it as I left the room....
not once, not twice....OH SHIT...how did I block that out?
He begins to tickle me and I'm breathless, I'm snorting,
I'm better. We're better.