i was sitting in the kitchen working on my laptop when my Mistress came in to get a glass of water. She took one look at me and said,
"How's it goin' fishface?"
before i could reply She launched three rock, hard knuckle punches to the side of my face. i could hear my ears suddenly ringing and feel the welcoming warmth of Her pain on my cheek.
"i'm lookin' at my e ..... (never quite finished that sentence before She clocked me again)
"Huh, i didn't quite get that?" She looked at me quizzically.
i was a bit loopy after those punches, and tried to respond, but before i could She punched me hard three or four more times in succession; cracking me hard in the jaw with Her final jab.
"No ... (punch), need ...(jab), to ... (sock) answer (wallop) ..."
i was feeling dizzy and seeing stars ... maybe just a little.
She probed my reddened, puffed out cheek with her dextrous fingers.
then uttered a response of satisfaction
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ... Nice."
Exiting with Her glass of water She returned and resumed Her work, leaving me to ponder or was it pounder the fist prints She had left.
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