I always seem to have trouble with punctuation…now was it:
Then he can do my Body-for-Life weightlifting…
or
Then he can do my Body**,** for Life weightlifting…
::giggles like a schoolgirl and runs away::
Ayesha is a brilliant poster, appearing here less often lately, that would love punishing you. Or, indeed, anybody. 
Punish the Monstre you say ?
Ayesha walks into Monstre’s room wearing a dark green silk robe and carrying a leather bag. Grabs Monstre and kisses him passionatly and throws him onto the bed and ties him to the bed posts. She then slowly removes the robe leaving her standing in her blak leather cat suit.
Monstre begins to whimper. Ayesha wonders if it is lust or fear that has him in such a state as she reaches into the bag and brings out her whip.
She speaks to Monstre in a sultry voice * You have been very, very naughty Darling, I have no choice but to punish you*.
Ayesha walks to the door and opens it, letting all the other women dopers in. They are dressed in much the same manner as Aye and are carrying bottles of chocolate sauce, some have whipped cream.
Ayesha speaks *Ladies it is our duty to punish Monstre, are you all prepared to do so ? * The ladies respond with a corus of Yeses.
At this point all the women dopers, including Ayesha, leave the tied up Monstre and go off to enjoy chocolate sundaes with whipped cream and maybe some Bosda on the side :o !
That is how I would punish the Monstre !
Congrats Monstre !
(Did I do good Bosda baby ? You knows I love ya. )
Excellent work, Ayesha! I grabbed the car keys on my way out – let’s take the convertible for a spin, shall we?
Zoiks! Monstre thinks he’s in love…
Um… er… okay, does this mean you’re not putting the whipped cream and chocolate on me? Er… just checking… hello?
So, um… somebody want to help untie me? Hello? Jetgirl? twickster? hello? Ah well - I guess they’ll be back soon…
- time passes… *
- a tumbleweed blows by… *
Okay, but you’ll have to pay the parking tickets on it first. They put a boot on the tires.
No problem, Monstre, we just flashed our catsuits and made sundaes for the de-booter guys and we were out on the highway in no time. We’ll be back to untie you…oh, any time now.
BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HEE-HEE-HOO-HOO-HA! 
Ayesha–truly, you are “She Who Must Be OK”. Brilliant!
But… there’s always…
[Prince Humperdink’s father, the King]
She kissed me!!!
[/PHftK]
You expect us to untie you? What do you think we are, humanitarians or something?
Now where did I put that icy hot …
Ayesha, twickster, it seems our prey is getting restless and , oh, whats this? I think you have a bit of chocolate left on your catsuit…
Here, let me get that for you …
:::muahahah!:::