Master made up a new song. It goes kind of like this
"Same damn spot, same damn spot, same damn spot.
Everybody likes the same damn spot.
Same damn spot, same damn spot, same damn spot.... "
and so on. For a long time. Each word of course in punctuated by a whack with the wooden spoon on my butt... in... the... same... damn... spot.
I'm rolling around, twisting and wriggling, and he's still hitting his mark. I was pretty near crying. He's keeping his dick in my mouth, I'm trying to suck it but every time a hard one hits I jump away and then he lets me have a few more harder ones for stopping, so I go back to it. Then he pauses and asks what I think of his "Same damn spot" song. Can I say "fine" or "good" or anything at all sensible? No.
I say "It's kind of monotonous, Master."
And it starts up again.
This is going in the "Things not to say" handbook.
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