On Friday it was Irelynn’s birthday, and Abel offered to bake her a cake. It was going to be a carrot cake with soft icing and strawberries (and, skipping forward, it turned out very fine indeed).
So he went out to the supermarket and came home with all the ingredients. Which included a bunch of carrots with the longest, fluffiest tops you’ve ever seen.
“I chose these because I wondered if they’d be any good for whipping you with,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly.
I submitted to the carrot-topping, but I was in more danger of dying with giggles than any serious pain.
Note to self, and anybody who fancies trying this in the future: carrot tops do not a good whip make.
Whipped with a carrot! Now I think that’s pushing it a bit far Abel. But the fact that whipping is on your mind while you shop at the supermarket, well, I can identify with that!.
Best wishes,
Paolo
hahahaha. what an adorable image.
Oh, I’m SO sorry you were disappointed that it didn’t hurt 😛
Um, had he been drinking before he went to the shops?! I can’t think under what other circumstances he would have thought carrot tops would make effective whips!
Abel, are you getting soft?
A whole new meaning to the phrase “carrot-top”…! Maybe not red hair, but red somewhere else…! Hypothetically…
I think I might suggest carrot tops to J. Do ya think he’ll fall for them as a good spanking implement?
Hurray! Another item for my collection of Spanking Food. Carrot Tops. And, I suppose, Artichike Bottoms.