Running board

I was finished a weblog entry when she came in the room.

“You. Now.” Looking up I saw my collar in her hand. I put it snugly around my neck in the fashion I knew she preferred.

“Follow me. Crawl.” I’d never known her to be so curt before. But had learned to bend with her moods. Wasn’t sure it was easier that way but it wasn’t worse.

“Spread eagle board. Get.” I was getting worried. She was reducing me to a mere tool more quickly than she ever had before.

I got the board and laid it on the floor. At her instruction I lay down on it and she locked me into position. Then she pulled in a shorter and narrower board I’d never seen before and lay it across me. It stretched to my crotch to just below my neck.

“I’m getting too thick in the tummy don’t you think?” Even when I’m tied down and helpless I know when to keep my mouth shut.

“So I’m taking up running. Running in place is boring. Running on the streets is annoying.” I had no idea what she was talking about. Soon I would.

When she jumped on the bottom end of the board it crushed into my crotch. As she traveled up various parts of myself were squashed by her weight. I probably wouldn’t’ have been able to breathe when she got to the top but she was instantly headed back down to the bottom again.

Back and forth she went crushing parts of me flat as she went along. Luckily she wasn’t that athletic or I might not have survived the night.