Hey, Remember that one time my room-mate heard me getting spanked??

aaaahhhh the joy of pushing buttons. I love pushing buttons, testing limits, sticking one toe...maybe two over the line and then pulling it back. So I was in a playful mood. "E" was on the bed on his stomach. A plethora of implements were in reach. I couldn't resist. I gave him a swat on each cheek with the evil wooden hairbrush. "Before you do that again, listen to what I'm going to...." SWAT SWAT. Another two swats on each cheek. The next thing I know, I was on my stomach with my hands pinned underneath me and he was going to town on me with the ping pong paddle.

Don't get me wrong, it hurt, but I couldn't stop laughing. I was so amused by the fact he told me to wait to hear what was going to happen to me if I smacked him again and before he could even get the words out, I already smacked him. My laughing just fueled the fire. Later, we realized the paddle was the second implement my butt broke. Back to the story- I'm laughing, he's spanking. The ping pong paddle is loud. He was scolding. Something like, "When I tell you to stop, I mean it." Which of course just made me laugh harder. I was also begging him to stop every once in a while. Long story short, we weren't being quiet because my room-mate was gone for the night. He got frustrated and stopped. He got up and went out to the living room and I followed him, implement in hand, smacking him a few times. We were laughing and messing around and then I stopped dead in my tracks. My room-mate's keys were sitting on the side table by the door. I wanted to cry. She walked in sometime during our very loud play time. I live in a pretty small apartment and my bedroom is right by the front door. Unless she had a pair of my earplugs in, she heard us. After I stopped laughing, the panic kicked in. After a few minutes of contemplating moving out, I sent her a text.

       Me-  "Oh Hi. Thought you were going to be out late, ya whore? For your inconvenience, please enjoy some strawberry shortcake." (I had just made home-made strawberry shortcake.)
     
      Her- "haha. The storm was too intense, so I came back. You two rascals enjoy yourselves. My TV is turned up very loud and all I can hear in here is the sound of justice and Elliot Stabler." (AKA she was watching Law and Order.)

 She hasn't said anything about it, but I haven't seen her since Sunday, when E was still here. Hopefully, she forgot about it. Highly unlikely, but I'm still hopeful.