“Since when did you come with instructions?” Damien demanded, pinning me where I was with irritating lack of effort and shifting so that one elbow was planted firmly in the middle of my back. “I know the instructions my lad, I wrote them. One; never take your eyes away for a minute. Two; turn over your lap at regular intervals-“
He swatted, smartly but not enough to sting. I yelped and he rubbed the place, at least relatively soothingly.
“Three, keep firmly under control at all times –" ~ Wiggle