Monday, May 15, 2006
The Weather Was Not Fantastic
Welcome to week two of Fantastic Spanking. So how does an imaginary person spend a rainy weekend? Why, getting spanked, of course.
I'm sure that the weather reference will give you a clue of where the author hails from. If you follow the weather and watch the weather raders, you know that the only place in the continental United States where it rained this weekend was ... well ... basically everywhere east of Utah. So I guess it isn't much of a clue after all.
With one imaginary daughter having a sleep-over at a friends house and the other out with her boyfriend, Angela and I spent Saturday evening playing one of our favorite games. We call it Trivial Pursuit for Whacks. The rules are simple. Each question that you get wrong, you get one whack with a spanking implement of choice. Angela and I prefer a nice, wooden paddle. If you miss a question that could have earned you a piece of "pie", you get five whacks. If you get a "pie" question right, you get to give your opponent five swats. When you get all of your "pie" pieces and you make it to the center space, if you miss the question you get 10 swats. If you get it correct ... your opponent really gets their butt scalded! We usually play without pants to make the game more interesting ... in more ways than one! Angela is very intelligent, as am I. However, her knowledge is much more trivial than mine, so she tends to answer more questions. Consequently, I tend to get more whacks. The way we play, you win whether you answer the questions right or wrong. Often we don't actually finish the game because we ... uh ... ahem ... let's just say that we become distracted by things of a more sexual nature.
Here's hoping that you have a fantastic week.
I'm sure that the weather reference will give you a clue of where the author hails from. If you follow the weather and watch the weather raders, you know that the only place in the continental United States where it rained this weekend was ... well ... basically everywhere east of Utah. So I guess it isn't much of a clue after all.
With one imaginary daughter having a sleep-over at a friends house and the other out with her boyfriend, Angela and I spent Saturday evening playing one of our favorite games. We call it Trivial Pursuit for Whacks. The rules are simple. Each question that you get wrong, you get one whack with a spanking implement of choice. Angela and I prefer a nice, wooden paddle. If you miss a question that could have earned you a piece of "pie", you get five whacks. If you get a "pie" question right, you get to give your opponent five swats. When you get all of your "pie" pieces and you make it to the center space, if you miss the question you get 10 swats. If you get it correct ... your opponent really gets their butt scalded! We usually play without pants to make the game more interesting ... in more ways than one! Angela is very intelligent, as am I. However, her knowledge is much more trivial than mine, so she tends to answer more questions. Consequently, I tend to get more whacks. The way we play, you win whether you answer the questions right or wrong. Often we don't actually finish the game because we ... uh ... ahem ... let's just say that we become distracted by things of a more sexual nature.
Here's hoping that you have a fantastic week.
