What have we here?
Yeah, I know, wisenheimers, it’s my butt. I mean, what am I pointing to? What is that faint, strange discoloration on my right cheek? It’s completely foreign to me.
Did I sit in some fresh paint?
Perhaps something bit me in my sleep. No, it doesn’t itch. It most certainly doesn’t itch.
Oh, my god.
Could it be….
Imagine my shock when I noticed that this had bloomed last night. (Yes, folks, I check out my bottom in the mirror after I’ve played. Go on, tell me you don’t.) Oh, I know, it’s not much. After a hearty spanking/paddling/strapping, a normal person’s behind would look like a war zone. But I’m somewhat of a freak. 🙂
Maybe it’s because I don’t play as much as I used to. Or maybe it was that wooden paddle that he used to finish me off — light wood, but still packed a wallop. But how come I didn’t mark from the Shadow Lane party, where I played multiple times and shattered a cane?
Don’t tell New Guy about this, OK? His head will explode.