After My geriatric senior spittoon managed to mess up My drink, I decided it was time to teach him a lesson. I take My time sitting on the couch, letting him sit there on the floor and think about his mistake while I make it clear exactly how disappointed I am. Every slap lands as a reminder that he should have paid better attention, and I don’t rush a single moment. I want him to feel every second of the punishment he’s earned.
I slowly work myself into it, alternating between sharp slaps and taking my time spitting directly into his face. I watch him sit there and accept it while I remind him what happens when he wastes my time and ruins something that should have been done correctly the first time. The older fool can do nothing but take it as I continue to express my frustration across his cheeks, leaving him flinching and waiting for the next one.
The longer it goes on, the more I enjoy making him sit there as my personal geriatric senior spittoon. I keep him exactly where I want him while I deliver slap after slap, stopping only long enough to spit in his face and make him dwell on his failure. I stay completely in control from beginning to end, taking My time, enjoying his discomfort, and making sure he never forgets what happens when he messes up My drink.
