She was on her knees on the living room floor where she was supposed to be babysitting. Now she had to do her next dare, to take a spatula out and insert a whisk so she could mix up some eggs.
Fully aware of her nudity, Tanya picked up the first egg and tried to crack it against her head.
The first attempt failed, she hadn't done it hard enough. The worst part about this curse was
that she had to try and do the things she was told, but it didn't turn her into a robot.
If she was a robot she could have tried to block this all out. Instead the spatula she had up
her bum felt uncomfortable, and her butt cheeks still ached painfully.
She finally managed to crack open the first egg on her forehead. That wasn't too bad. A little yoke got on her nose but it was no matter. The next three eggs went even easier. Now came the hard part.
Tanya released the muscles in her butt, muscles she had never really thought about before, and
the spatula slide out. She could feel the hole for a second, but she knew that she had to
fill it again quickly with something else.
How had she ever ended up in such a humiliating situation? She thought to herself.
The whisk handle was about the same size as the spatula had been, but metal and cold in her hand. She pushed it up in one slow painful thrust
because he hadn't given any other orders.
Her hair fell in her face, getting a little yoke on it, and she took a second to move it aside.
She could feel the whisk, it was freezing cold in her ass. She could feel it inside her, and it jutted out awkwardly behind her.
Then she put her hands on the ground behind her so her butt with the whisk was below her, and she was supported by her hands and feet.
This naturally placed her with her legs wide open facing the hallway that led to the kids rooms.
And she proceeded to spin her butt in circles as best she could to beat the eggs.
Then she heard the little beep indicating that he had typed another message
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