I don’t remember what started it, but last night I found myself holding my boyfriend’s belt and running from him. He came after me saying,”Oh you’re holding a belt!” That sealed my fate. The next thing I knew I was face down on the bed and he was whipping the belt down on my bottom and thighs.
Everyone knows that I am a wimp, but this time I was ridiculous. Even over my jeans I found it excruciatingly painful. His response to my wiggling was, “Yeah, put your feet in the way, put your hands in the way, let me know how that works out for you.” At one point I nearly wiggled off the bed because I was so mad at the belt. He caught me though and said, “You’d better calm down.” He put his weight on me and I panted and struggled but eventually did calm down.
Unfortunately for me that wasn’t the end. Calming down was just his cue to continue. When he was done he left me on the bed and told me I could take a couple of minutes. I needed them. Ouch!