Ultimate penance - stop riding arabian
Let's say your hair shirt is "threadbare"<g> and you've worn your switches down to a nub from self-flagellation and you STILL feel the need to atone for the sins of your past.. but *nothing* seems to be of sufficient magnitude in pain to equal the illict pleasure you've enjoyed. Then you divine the ultimate penance--- you'll stop riding your arabian horse! You realize you can't do this without help so you eat some God-awful stuff which totally inflames your digestive system to the point that you are afflicted with that malady for which Preparation H has become infamous. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, either have a friend or contort yourself such as to kiss your behind -- for it is truly blessed!).
You now feel you're making some *heavy* inroads on atonement; coming round to maybe getting an eon of Purgatory instead of eternal damnation (of which you are becoming increasingly cognizant ... but hey, it beats frying ... probably...). Now, just the thought of posting the trot makes your sphincter contract ... ride the horsey??? NO WAY. You win; see .. so easy! Your temperment has improved to the point that you have abundant solitude to appreciate this wretched success because noone will get within conversational distance. In a lonely moment you feel the need to confide to your dryfaced buddy why you haven't ridden him.. HE GRINS!!! throws his head up, lowers and revolves it in a slow circle with mouth agape, eyes semi-closed utters a few gasping haw haws!! You've just witnessed a miracle ... they say horses can't grin. Try it, you won't like it!
Have Fun!