Bullies are Better

I won’t be buying anything for my family this Christmas. I can’t afford it. I’ve spent all of the money I saved up this year to buy presents for Sir and his family. I was grateful when Sir shoved the list of presents he expected me to buy into my mouth.

Last year was a disaster. I ended up giving them all gifts they all hated. I was so scared when Sir drove to my house, kicked open the door and proceeded to beat me bloody in front of my apologetic wife and kids, home from college. Luckily my wife managed to soothe Sir’s temper before he broke too many bones. I was grateful to Sir that my beating only landed me Christmas night in hospital instead of the whole week.

Sir didn’t trust me not to fuck up again this year so he wrote me clear instructions on everything he and his family expected. I was so happy that he did that. He even gave me a warning punch on the jaw to remind me what would happen if I mess it up again. I wouldn’t dare, but it is always useful when Sir issues warning hits. It keeps me extra motivated to not make him mad.