If you're a regular reader of this blog, then you know that I'm a big fan of a little spanking now and then. You know what I'm talking about. A swat on the behind just makes the day better. Those of you peeking through the fingers of your covered eyes and professing to yourself that you have no idea what I'm talking about...you're fooling no one.
So it was with glee that as I bent over to put some groceries in the refrigerator tonight, I felt a swat on the backside and turned around to see a familiar mischievous grin on Big Hands' face. I smiled at him then continued the kitchen chores.
Thwack!
Another one right when I least expected it. Then before I could even turn around, Thwack! Another rear end smack. I looked at him with surprise.
"I just can't help it," he grinned. "It's like my hand is a magnet, and your ass is a refrigerator."
That's right. Your ass is a refrigerator.
For a split second I thought about torturing him by pretending I was extremely offended, or worse yet, by bursting into tears and running into the bathroom. It might have been a good way to avoid dishes and get Indian food. But one glance at Big Hands' face, and I knew that with sheer terror, he also realized that he had just compared my ass to a gigantic appliance.
I couldn't help myself. I laughed until I cried for nearly 20 minutes.
