We were getting dressed to go out to an appointment. I slipped out of my robe, staring at the belt in his hands. He said he could hit me a few times with it, so I turned my back to him and grabbed hold of the dresser in anticipation. I felt the swish of air as it went very close to my bottom, and I heard muted popping noises, but he didn't connect. After a dozen of these near misses there was one hard pop on my ass, then he said "That's it. Get dressed. We don't have time for any more."
And how I want more. That was six hours ago and he's sleeping now. It's a rough life.
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