Do nothing.

I was curious to see where this was going, my top was low cut before the buttons had popped, now it was inappropriate. Combined with the fact that I was crouched down behind the chair leaning forward ever so slightly, and with Jethro being taller then me, I was sure he could see a large portion of my tits. It made me hot, like me exposing myself to Dad last week.

Suddenly he sprang to the side and lashed out again, I jumped away but felt the sting on my hip. “You arsehole,” I said with a laugh as I rubbed my hip.

With my hand away from my breasts I failed to protect myself from the next crack and felt the sting on the inside edge of my left breast. My top didn’t further undo but Jethro wasn’t done yet. He took another shot and I ducked to the side my gaping blouse caught on the top of one of the chair just as I felt the sting on my face. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood up holding my hand to my face, my top had been pulled completely undone by draped over both breasts. He could see my belly button, and some of each breast but not so far as to see my nipples, which had been rock hard up until I’d been whipped in the face.

The stinging had brought tears to my eyes as I turned to face him, he had a look of shock on his face but his eyes kept glancing to my cleavage, “Ow, Jethro,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “you ducked right into it. Are you ok? Need some ice?”

I pulled my hand away from my face and looked at my hand, I didn’t think there would be blood but it was kind of a habit. “I’m ok,” I said, before rubbing my cheek. “It was fun while it didn’t hurt too bad.” I said.

“Too bad?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well year, my hip and arse are more fleshy so it hurts less,” I replied, ignoring his insinuation. I started to do up my top.

“I’m sorry I hit you in the face,” the apology seemed genuine.

“As opposed to hitting me in the tit?” I ask him.

He had the decency to blush, “Target of opportunity.”

I laughed and snatched the tea towel out of his hands, “Opportunist.” I said as I drew back for a swing.

“No, no, no,” he began as he backed away from me around the table.

My first swing caught him in the thigh and he immediately started to hop around the table, “Ow, the fleshy parts still hurt,” he said.

I smiled as I drew back for a second, “Oh, you’re just weak.” I replied as I swung again getting him right in the arse.