A Rousing Game Of “Guess The Implement”
Fred is, quite simply, an evil genius. It seems Patty was playing with fire (mealworms in the meal, if you can believe anyone could be so bratty) and this was her just reward:
“I’ll be back before noon. While I’m gone you carve yourself a ginger plug, set it in some water and then go lay out every implement we own on the bed. I’ll call you when we’re on the way in and tell you what’s next.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me.”
I looked up into Fred’s eyes and they were twinkling. “You’re the one who wanted to play a game of what’s in the food. How about we follow that up with a game of what’s in the hand?”
“Honey?” I was confused at first.
“You heard me, we’ll play what’s in my hand. You’re going to get a spanking this afternoon Patricia, I’ll give you five solid smacks with every implement in the toy box, you guess which one I use each time. Get it right, you get a kiss, get it wrong and you get a sound punishment with it.” He grinned and laughed at my expression. “Sound like fun brat?”
“No!” I complained. It was an intriguing idea, I had to give him that, but some of our toys are not funny.
“You should have thought of that before you put secret ingredients in my food.”
Genius, I say. Fred gives me the best ideas….
LAUGHED MY ASS OFF, reading what Patty did- then waited to find out what Fred did to her…this site rocks, she gets herself into so much trouble….Worse that what I do, as a matter of fact, and that is saying something…lol
“gives me the best ideas….” Sounds like a man with eqivalent evil propensities to me.
Mwoooahh ha ha ha ha… poor Bethie. *g*
(& yes Fred is evil. Evil incarnate)