From Belt To Better

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.