I bought some more paint, this time for the upstairs hallway, and they gave me a stir stick with it, as they do.
Master picked it up after dinner and said "Look what you got! Do you know what this is good for? Come here!"
I came to stand in front of him. I was already naked. It was hot.
"Hitting people?" I thought this was a good guess.
"No, silly whore, stirring paint!" and he whapped me hard on the nipples half a dozen times, until I was trying to hide them, doubled over.
Friday, August 14, 2015
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