The second weigh in was today. Last Sunday was the first baseline, and if I had gained weight (I had been before that, thus why I was watching what I ate and exercising) there would have been punishments, but not the painful kind. More the annoying kind of things that I hate.
This morning I was down one whole pound. I'm happy with that. I walked about 19 miles this week, many of them with Master, which is about 15 more than I normally walk. If I can keep up the trend of losing 0.5-1 lb a week that would be a lot better than putting on the pounds, which I had done a bit already this spring.
Last night he put me over the bench in the bedroom and really smacked hard with the crop, then the misery stick. The a whole lot of heavy duty fucking of my sore cunt. Happy slave!
For some reason this morning I woke up with the song "Happiness is Lubbock Texas in my Rearview Mirror..." in my head. Don't know why? Puzzlements.