She told me I needed to sit down because she had some disturbing news to tell me. I looked at her, and was unsure on how to react. Was this I’ve bought a pair of expensive shoes’ news or the ‘sorry dear but the cat was run over by a car’ news? I looked at her for a while trying to assess which type it was going to be.

She bit her lip, would not look me directly in the eyes and was wringing her hands. ‘OMG’, I thought, ‘It’s the cat’s dead type of news’. Well, she told me, leaving no details out of her confession.

It was bad! I sat there for what seemed like an age, staring into space, shocked. I did not know what to say or how to react. She finally broke the silence forcing my attention back to her. ‘I know I’ve been bad’, she said, ‘and I should be severely punished’.
‘What?’ I snapped.
‘Punished’, she said, her face colouring with embarrassment.
‘Punished?’ I said incredulously, ‘Punished?’
‘Yes, I deserve to be severely punished! You should spank me until my bum is red raw, spank me so hard that you leave your hand print on it’. She was looking me straight in the eyes now and that was when I saw it, just for a millisecond, a glint in her eyes. It suddenly dawned on me. She wanted to be punished, no, not punished but spanked! But if she wanted to be spanked how could that be a punishment? A thought came into my head like a light been turned on. The darkness was now illuminated.

‘So you want me to make your arse red with my hand prints?’ I said maliciously.
‘Yes’, I could swear she panted the word.
‘Right’, I said ‘Come with me. NOW!’ and dragged her out of the house She feigned reluctance but she could not stop herself from trembling with excitement. I smiled to myself, ‘you want my red handprint on your arse, my handprint on your arse you will get’. I roughly shoved her in the car, drove her to town and then dragged her into a tattoo shop. The result was not quite what she expected.

hand tattoo