He says, “Pick a number between 1 and 1,000.”

“Ten,” i say.

“Ten.  Ok, times four is what?”

“Um, forty.”  Bent over the bed, panties down, i can still multiply.

“Minus three.”

“Um, thirty-seven!”  Thinking fast.

“Plus the square root of 16?”

“Um, um,” mentally scrambling through that, “Forty-one!!”

“Good girl.  Do you think forty-one with the cane will leave you a bit stingy?”

“O, yes, Sir, i do.”

And it did.

Amazing what a difference a day can make.


7 thoughts on “Forty-One

  1. monkey

    Math… Sadistic man. I wonder if he had a range of strokes in mind going into this series of questions? He wouldn’t have really give you 837 strokes if you had chosen that? Maybe you lucked out by choosing a lower number, I’d take more strokes for less math any day 🙂

  2. Jz

    ok, this is MUCH better than where my mind went:

    “Lizzie Borden took an axe…”

    (It’s been a looong weekend, what can I say?)

  3. CrazyKinkyMommy

    I would be relieved that I chose a lower number start with if it was me lol. I’ve been reading your blog for a little while and decided to come out and actually comment.

  4. delfonte

    I wonder what would have happened if your arithmetic had been erroneous (not that it would I’m sure) – would he have upped the number? I’m useless at mental maths and probably panicked!

  5. airasetsunyo

    lol and i bet it was a great day!!!
    yours in life and leather
    slave of DarkHouse


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