The event

A while back a certain someone organised an event. An event might one add that the organiser seemed strangely absent from... glares at a certain someone. It was an event that one had hoped would come to pass, as it did for some lucky readers, quietly and without being marked in any way.

It seems round here that luck was in some corner peeping out between her fingers, going I can't see you because as He left for work last night, there was a parting shot of we are going to have to do that pic for tomorrow when I get home.

Fuckety, fuck, fuck... He remembered L

Why does He remember this kind of shit and doesn't remember to clean a bench after making a snack? Why this? Why?

So as one knelt at the back door awaiting his arrival home this morning one had time to reflect on the injustice of life and owners in general. In fact as one knelt there wriggling to get comfortable, it would be fair to say that one wasn't looking forward to seeing Him at all... something of a change might one add.

Smiling He came through the door with his customary good morning slave greeting and as one knelt at his feet removing his shoes, one was sorely tempted to tie his shoelaces together and scamper off out the door. To be honest it was the thought of coming home later that put one off. There is nowhere to run to... a state that reeks of poor management on one small slave's part L

Off we set for the bedroom... well it was more that one was herded there to be honest... and onto the bed one hopped. Admittedly it was a slow hop... in fact it might have been mistaken for a crawl by the untrained eye. It was all to no avail because as one assumed the position His hand descended with an almighty cracking force.

And there it was...

A perfect hand print... etched into the skin in a glowing red

And for the record it hurt like a bitch...

Though it passed quite quickly

In fact as one hopped off the bed... the descent is always easier... or so they say... one thought that wasn't too bad after all. Kind of quick and painless.

So there He was taking happy snaps and as one lay there the colour developed further and so did the burn. It felt like someone had set the skin on fire...

It was a fire that was fanned by work trousers rubbing on the skin as we scampered out the door for breakfast.

And as one sat in the car the body started to do very strange things with the sensation... it did its special brand of magic and became strangely aroused.

A state that was not aided by the rubbing as one ran around at work... and was positively enhanced by a very slow day... with lots of time for the mind to drift off to more interesting places...

In fact for a while there the only solace one had was the knowledge that it hurt His hand as well... beams... and he doesn't like pain at all J