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.
