“How do you get off thinking this way!” I snapped at him completely annoyed by his insulting conclusion.
“Think I’m too young? I haven’t been around enough women in my life?”
“Yeah, I think that, and I think you have your head up your ass. How do you propose to dominate a woman anyway?”
“Any chick gets out of line with me, I spank them.”
“You what!”
“I spank them … you know, over the knee, pants down, skirt up, hand, belt, hairbrush connecting with a couple of hot buns.” He looked as though he relished the picture.
I sat back in my chair, once again amazed. I laughed. “Over my dead body.”
“Suit yourself,” he said calmly. “I’d never spank any woman that didn’t—at least in principle—agree to it first. I admit, it’s not a particularly feminist thing to do, but then I wonder how m
