Well, I guess this week was a bit of a vacation from blogging, as well as a short vacation for us. We went to visit friends and relatives in Milwaukee, which was a fun time. Master originally was going to pack a cane, but then decided on a paddle instead, which never came out of the suitcase. Not to say there wasn't some infliction of pain, but it had to be a lot quieter than the paddle. I pleasured him with my mouth.
Last night he caned me before bed, just as a general principal/attitude maintenance measure. Or something? He wanted to do it and I am happy to receive.
This morning we had an extended fucking and beating session. I could write a whole post on it, but later news sapped my interest in kink writing:
Something is wrong with Hank.
After I'd make breakfast, Master took Hank, our 10 year old dog, into a vet. His clinic is closed today so he had to go to another one. He seemed to have the signs of a really, really bad disease (hemangiosarcoma), but after the tests (ultrasound, I think it was) it is not his spleen. It looks like he may have something not quite that bad. We'll have to wait until Monday to have all the tests. I can hardly stand to think of losing Hank now.