Contributed by Daisy
The following experience gave me new perspective on the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" series.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at home, and Spike and I were unwinding and reconnecting after a busy, stressful week. We decided to turn our left-over roast chicken into soup. To make good broth, you need to cook the carcass for a long, long time. (We once simmered a carcass for 24 hours. It was the best soup we ever made.) This carcass had been simmering for awhile, but we needed to go to the store to get the other ingredients for the soup.
While I was giving the broth one last stir, Spike came up behind me. He leaned over my shoulder to smell the broth, patted my butt, and said "mmm, delicious." Still looking into the soup pot, he started patting a little harder, and said "We should put lots of carrots in this soup." (We love carrots in our soup.)
Now his patting had become a light spanking, and Spike said, "You know what else I'd really like?" He stopped spanking. Then he said "Potatoes," and simultaneously gave me a couple of nice hard swats. He asked again, "You know what else?" (spanking stops) "Celery." (harder spanking now, right where I like it.) I said "Mmmm, yes."
Spike stopped spanking again and asked, "What do _you_ think we should put in?" I said, "Dill, of course." As I said dill, Spike gave me a few more hard spanks, and then stopped. "And?" he said.
Somewhere around this point, I recognized the rules of this game. "Garlic", I said, and was rewarded with more spanks. He asked "What else should we put in our chicken soup?" "Turnips," I said, and "mmmmm!" I was rewarded again.
Spike stopped spanking again and then waited, with his hand resting lightly on the curve of my ass. He said nothing.
The problem was that the more spanks I got, the less I could think about the soup, and at that moment I couldn't think of even one more thing to put in our soup. I was stuck, and he was still waiting.
"Parsnips!" I burst out, and Spike gave me a few more hard smacks. "MMMmmmm!" And then he stopped, waiting again.
My mind raced up and down the aisles of an imaginary supermarket, looking for more soup ingredients. At last, I said "Parsley?" and immediately Spike said "No thanks, I don't want any parsley in the soup" with a big grin -- AND NO SPANKS.
We both broke up laughing and hugged. And the chicken carcass got to simmer a while longer before we actually got the ingredients.
PS: I'd want to add salt and pepper as well.
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