The never-ending stream of bad thoughts rendered me frozen at my spot. I bit my lips and struggled to stay still.
He's gonna do it one day.That's obvious. Its just his will when it's gonna be. I'm not in the power or position to stop him so...
It's not that I'm giving up or that I'm weak.
I can put up all the fight and struggles but what outcome there would be.
It's just I'm being reasonable and facing the reality.
And the reality here is that he is holding an upper hand right now.
His hand rested at my bottom. My fists forming while I struggled to hold my impassive demeanour while my insides were shaking like a lone tree in hurricane.
He leaned in, getting closer to me, his hand still on my butt. His lips brushed the back my ear.
"This is going to hurt a little.", he whispered and before I could ask 'What'
Smack!!!
What the...
Smack!!!
Harder this time. I almost squeaked. Almost.
"Start counting to ten"
"What are you doing?", I asked utterly nervous holding my gasps.
He paused momentary."Getting you punished", said as if it giving the impression 'duh'.
What!!!
You gotta be kidding me!!!
Would it be wrong if I want to burst into hysteric laughters right now?
Did he see that thing in a porn?