hold your breath and say mmm...

Please not again. I don’t think I can take another blow. It hurt so much last time. Its like I know what’s coming for me and the anticipation is killing me. Its in my stomach I can feel it.

It’s just like waiting to get smacked hard on the palm of your hand with a wooden ruler. You watch that ruler slowly rise above you, and as it does you clench your teeth really hard and shut your eyes as tight as you can and there is that 0.05 seconds that feels like a lifetime and before your know it, that stick of solid wood is coming straight at you, there is no escaping it, and SMACK!
The sound is probably just as bad as the action that caused it.
And it stings, it hurts so bad. And you stick your hand in between your legs to alleviate some of the pain. And the throbbing lingers and lingers.

You know what you did wrong to deserve it. But you did it anyways.
Why?
Well you ask yourself that question every time.

Ok. My hand is out, my teeth are clenched and my eyes are shut really tight.

Go.