It seems like the dearest person in my life, Zack, adores confinement. We had to spend the precious time he had out of army to write 500 lines of his endless tricks to get himself fucked. His tricks are so ridiculous to the point that I think it's plain adorable. Clearly, it has its consequences. We spent hours writing his lines. After writing 200 over lines, I fell asleep with my legs sprawled wide open - exactly what my mother taught me. I was beyond exhausted. The leftover time was just spent on playing Monopoly Deal, cuddling while watching The Crazies and proudly taking pictures of our punishment.
I hope Zack stays out of trouble as long as his backside can hold him down. Until then, I will also bear the brunt of his antics. ): Hold your backside to the ground please? <3
