"Yeah, I'll fuck with you," he snarled back."Yeah, I'll fuck with you," he snarled back. "Shut up," I said, hitting his thighs. "You and your 'I know what's best.'" The bamboo came down across his ass again, landing with a solid 'thwock.' It was an interesting sound, not quite a solid impact, kind of hollow in a way. I began to work him over, slowly hitting each asscheek. I could feel the anger he had sought to arouse growing within me, slowly welling up from somewhere deep below my heart and filling me. "You pompous bastard," I breathed at one point. "I can't stand the way you condescend to me." "Fuck you," he replied, snarling. "Why should I put up your constant posturing anyw... Ugh!" he replied as the staff hit him across the chest. "Because," I said, "You're the one who's fucking tied up. Now take it, you pain in the ass." I struck him five times swiftly on the backs of his thighs, and soon he was dancing. |