Taking It Out On My Ass

Sir's monologue,

"You had better march your ass upstairs,
right now.

<<he stands up and starts walking to the kitchen>>

Here's the thing, fiona.

I'm going to feel better 
because I took it out on your ass…

…and you're going to feel better
because I took it out on your ass…

That is the beauty of all of this.
We'll both feel better.

<<he starts walking back toward me
and I now have a ridiculous smile on my face>>

I'm getting the spatula right now
and if you're smart,
You'll be upstairs before I hit the stairs

<<I'm now up and hauling ass>>

and your pants will be down before 
I get to that room, fiona!"

<<I undo my pants running down the hallway>>

<<I launch myself over the side of the bed 
with my pants around my ankles>>

"Holy Shit, fiona."

<<CLICK>>

He shows me the pic he just took of my
ass from the night before and 
my smile got so much bigger…

right before the spatula 
HIT my ass!

I'm a little proud of my stripes

This showed up on my other cheek,
after he saw the stripes
Sir won't like this bruise…but I do :)