Sometimes, I can’t help myself. I only have to do one thing. Just write fifty words! Easy, right? What could possibly go wrong?
But what if I didn’t want to? What if I wanted to write fifty-one?
I’d go over Kimmi’s knee—that’s what. She’d spank me like a naughty little boy!
Well, what would you do?
No contest, really, is it? Fifty-one words I write.
“Bad Jason!”
Pants down, and over Kimmi’s knee I go!
Spank, “Bad,” spank, “Shy,” spank, “Thespian!” Spank!
“What have you got to say for yourself?”
“Um. Again, please, Kimmi?”
“Pfff! Pass me the hairbrush!”
