Doing the white rabbit

The alarm didn't go off so one is now scampering around screaming on the inside about being late.
Back later...

Some days feel like this

Crime and punishment

Reading blogs this morning there seemed to be a bit of a theme... punishments of the physical kind. One had it, one wanted it and frankly the one who had it seemed much happier. All of this got one thinking... so one is going to bore you with some related ramblings. Are you feeling lucky? J

Modern teaching say spare the rod and spare the child... violence begets violence and all that. Frankly it seems to have produced a mixed bag depending on the administrator, judging by the little brats one encounters at work... but that is a rant for another time... one that involves questioning the wisdom of feeding your small offspring large bottles of caffeinated drinks and applying terms like ADHD to them... Anyway back to this and adults.

See one wonders about the cathartic effect of punishment and whether there is a link to childhood disciplinary measures. Do we as adults replicate what we know and understand? As a child discipline was a mixed and random bag. Auntie never used physical punishments... oh she threatened, but largely she relied on tone... a tone honed in crèches during post war England. That woman could probably have stopped an invasion with a single look.

Mother and for that matter the stepfather were unpredictable. They could rant you into a wall while you prayed to be hit just so it would end. That or they would just lash out... again often unwarranted and random. It left you with no clear boundaries or consequences, and subsequently one usually tried to keep as much distance between oneself and their presence. An arrangement that probably suited all of us.

Round here He rarely uses physical punishment. Oh He has done it once... and it was probably richly deserved 'cos one can be a complete pain... but one has no idea what one did. The memory of the punishment remains, as does a healthy respect for His capacity to do it. Largely though He relies on tone... probably not realising why it is so effective J That or He gets really creative and makes the punishment fit the crime... and that degree in creativity is not wasted.

Either way though one doesn't understand the need for cathartic physical punishment... there is no basis for it in one's life. For that matter one doesn't understand the idea of confession being good for the soul either... probably for the same reason. So while one understands it intellectually one can't begin to understand it as a need, nor can one understand how it makes you feel better L

Domestic day

Well not so much domestic as chores that have been put off. He needed new work trousers, has done for a while, but putting his knee through them the other night sealed the deal. He hates clothes shopping with a fiery passion. So while He was trapped in the changing room and in the mood cough, cough one managed to coax him into some shorts for summer as well. The reality is that His favourite shorts are going the way of the trousers.

After that we stopped off to get some beautiful prawns and oysters for... well either a very late lunch or an early dinner... it was a tossup by then. Coming around the corner from the marina one noticed that the shark had been clipped so we stopped to get a quick picture... 'cos where else would you see something like this monument to topiary J

After that He had great plans... well so he says. The reality was that He was out like a light before either of us had a chance. See even in an O/p relationship there is a greater authority than Him. Your body will gazump you every chance it gets L

Sunday, Sunday

Standing at the bus stop one noticed a car zip by and thought that looks like His car. It turned round the roundabout and slid to a stop in front of one. A window rolled down and His head appeared asking how much? It was on the tip of the tongue to say a lift home and can you call in sick... over the idea of work already. Instead one accepted the offer of a lift to work with far more delight than going there warranted.

Driving along, wrapped up in the thrill of seeing Him one failed to notice His hand snaking out to finger one through the trousers. There is something about that car... you end up braced the right way, His angle is the right one and his aim is spot on. It makes one cum before one has time to think about it... usually more than once.

I suppose you've had breakfast He asked conversationally. Yes, but there is always room for coffee. Really one just wanted to prolong the contact with Him... it is such a treat. So we stood in line while He whispered lewd suggestions about finding one of those generous sized disabled toilets for a quickie. An offer one respectfully declined... we were both in work uniforms and His work place has a tendency to frown on its employees acting in inappropriate ways. Thankfully He didn't just frogmarch one off into one.

All of these distractions are how one found oneself sitting outside work putting on the face... something normally done in transit to work. A fact that causes many customers great mirth... as one always says if one can do this in a moving vehicle imagine what you can do with tools and time. Besides doing it on the move allows for an extra half cup of coffee... not to be underestimated on the need stakes at times.

After work which was long and dull, He was there to whisk one away. He had stayed, gone shopping and to the movies... The bastard went and saw "Transformers"... sobs quietly. We stopped off for new frilly knickers on the way out... and so somewhat mollified... we went to Zorbas for some of their extraordinary pizza. We ended the day with a panty parade... well you have to check how they look and fit. Though one was a little unsure why He had to see if a hand will fit in them.

He ended the day masturbating while one squatted over his face. It seems that room was needed, as was a certain level of sheerness, so that He could watch one masturbate through the opaque net. Silly, silly slave... one really should learn to anticipate these things better. It would save a lot wondering...

The big bite

Riding in a bus is a strange mix of the passive and the active. You sit there free to look around and see things that you don't normally notice, and more importantly contemplate them. Round here the thing that is starting to become noticeable, is that the economy is finally starting to show the double whammy of the credit crunch and the floods. Not only in the people you know who are being laid off, but the little telltale signs.

As the bus passes along there are for sale signs in every street. Not just the odd one, which is normal, but multiple dwellings. It is calculated that there are about 8 000 listing in this little suburb alone. And nothing is moving.

This is in part due to the stamp duty doubling recently, but mostly it is that people still want boom time prices. They haven't adjusted their expectations to the new reality that people are broke. This is ironic because many are selling their houses because they can no long sustain their mortgages. In some cases it is due to losing those jobs and others because they were overextended.

Some have put their houses up for auction, which in a market like this is more of a softening tool employed by real estate agents than any hope of a quick sale. They want their clients to get a taste of how tight it is out there so they will drop their prices. In part because they are not realistic and in part because in some areas half the real estate agents have closed... they are in financial trouble like many of their clients. They need the sale as much as the home owner... if not a little more.

Others have put their homes up for lease as they move in the hopes of finding work or downsizing their dwellings. Unfortunately they are competing in a glutted market due to all the development. Many of the towers of luxury apartments are brand new and never been lived in. They are probably quietly drowning those who invested money in the hopes of a modest return while shoring up their future.

All of this is compounded by one simple grim reality which none of the development nor the boom seemed to take into account. Once you get past the wonderful views, there is no work locally. There never has been employment... it's why there are so many retirees... and why everyone commutes... often for hours every day. And really what good are views when it is dark when you leave for work and return home? Something that is probably being pondered by people stuck in the car crawl home.

Mind you if you are planning to buy a piece of paradise... there may be no time like the near future.

Simple economics

He came in and said, I've been thinking about the foot. Umm... yes? It would be cheaper to get the foot done. Blink umm... OK? Yes. I've worked out the cost of replacing some of your clothes and shoes and it would be cheaper to have the operation. Well yes it probably would, but one really can't afford the operation and one just resents having to pay for the damn thing when we supposedly have a free health care system.

OK it's not that free if you consider that the foot is getting worse. There is no running, it has started to get the electric shock sensation the doctor mentioned and if tired, the foot just feels numb to the arch. Oh yes and the knee is starting to twinge when one walks... probably due to the change of gait as the body tries to overcompensate for the foot. Yeah, might have forgotten to mention that... ooops... it's only just started L

With the logic of governments to get this raised from a category two to a category of one, you have to be severely incapacitated. Which is fair enough, you need some way to sort cases. Except if you do become incapacitated, it still takes them a month to slot you in. That is a month on top of the six weeks recovery they estimate. There is no boss in the history of employment that is going to keep your job for nearly three months... and no one who can live that long without pay.

He looked at one as though he had never realised just how cussed one could be. You will go to the doctors and get a referral to the specialist. I want to know how much this is really going to cost (the doctor estimates about two grand... mind you he estimated six months waiting not two years so...) and I will pay for it. Peering over the computer screen one calculated the odds of using logic, gave up and said the phone call would be made on Monday.

Smiling He said, it will be easier anyway. I figure before long self preservation will kick in. You think that self preservation will take a look at these feelings of frumpiness and adjust the psyche to embrace the jeans huh? Yes I do, and I will have to retrain you back out of the damn things. You can keep the trousers and soft shoes for work though. Those court shoes on concrete floors probably did contribute to the problem. And with that He left the room.

Sighs for a guy not into sharpies and pointies He seems very keen to toss one under the knife L