(c) 2009 by Jefesse
Hello. My name is Shannon, and I am writing this letter to Video Gamer Monthly to alert your readers to the possible consequences of mistreatment of the remote controllers for the Wii.
Earlier today, my husband and I were playing a spirited round of "Rampage: Total Destruction". At first I had great fun punching out windows, body-slamming cars, and eating random pedestrians. But after a while, I soon became frustrated with my inability to make my character go exactly where I wanted him too. Eventually, I was surrounded by a SWAT team and a tank, and try as I might, I could not get in position to take them out with a well placed slam. My character died, and I was furious. I am a woman who has a problem with losing her temper, so you may not be surprised to hear that in frustration I hurled that controller against the wall behind the TV.
My husband got up to retrieve the remote. It did not look damaged, but after some testing he determined that the controller was busted, and would need to be replaced. I told him I was sorry, and promised to pay for a new controller; he replied that I certainly would pay for it. I did not immediately understand his tone of voice, nor did I immediately understand why he pulled the wrist strap of the broken controller around his wrist and tightened it.
When he unbuttoned my slacks, and pulled both them and my panties down to my ankles, I began to realize what he intended. He directed me to stand in front of the sofa, bent over with my elbows and upper arms on the seat cushion, so that my now bare bottom was pointing up in the air. He then proceeded to wallop my behind with that broken controller, until my bottom was very pink and sore, and he was sure that I was very sorry.
I am now sitting, pants and underwear still down, my bare bottom in contact with a rough wooden bench, as a continuing reminder of my punishment. I have to admit that I deserved it.
My husband has directed me to write this letter to warn other game playing wives of the consequences of mistreating the game equipment, which can be very painful indeed. He's going to be keeping the broken remote, and has promised me he will use it in the future to blister my bottom whenever my temper gets the better of me! Hopefully, I've learned my lesson, and I won't get spanked again; but knowing my temper, I think it's likely my bottom will be having a painful reunion with the Wii Remote again in the near future.
