This Won't Hurt A Bit. It's Gonna Hurt A Whole Hell Of A Lot.

We're snowbound here at the Ol' Homestead. And just the other day it was 75° here.

Hate that!

So I'm all kinds of rammy. I tried to make it out to go to the Starbucks in Doylestown and hit the supermarket today, but the roads were just too bad. So I've been hanging around the house all day.

And it's produced an interesting effect: I'm feeling wa-a-a-a-ayyy Sadistic.

I want it to hurt. I want to see tears. I want to hear begging and pleading for mercy that isn't gonna come.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt? Had enough, huh?

"Dang! I bet that hurt even more?

"You're just having all kinds of second thoughts about agreeing to go without a safeword, huh?"

That kind of Sadistic.

I wonder if I could set something up before it goes away?