crucible of ennui

I have a little black cat. His name is Ace.

Ace likes to be spanked. No. He REALLY likes to be spanked. He likes it hard. He likes to be teased. He even has a favorite position that he will assume, given the chance.

We’ve made jokes about how much he likes his spankings and how cute it is when he runs over to the arm of the sofa and looks over his kitty shoulder at you expectantly. Awwww. How cute. Sometimes he likes to drape across your lap to be spanked, so he can grip and massage your thigh with the pads on his kitty paws. Although sometimes he gets a little carried away and starts to bite and pull at whatever fabric he can. Shameless pillow-biter.

But then as you spank him he starts to move. He squirms around to get better leverage and a better angle and starts purring. Purring LOUDLY. Like you can hear it in Istanbul. Then after you’ve worked one side of his kitty tush and start on the other, he starts to drool a bit and his eyes glaze over just a tad.

We’ve even invented other ways to spank him. He loves to get on the top of the computer chair while I spin it and spank him everytime he goes by. Kind of like a perverted carousel. He hunkers down on the top of the chair and grips it with his little paws and sticks his booty in the air. As he goes by, I like to pretend he’s about to get spanked, then just barely touch him. His ears flatten and he get’s this evil little glint in his eyes like a challenge, like he’s daring me to spank him.

“Go on. Do it. You know you want to. C’mon baby. Spank ME!!”

I kid you not.