Promises Promises..........

So.......... to refresh everyone's memory.........

Wednesday evening we arrived in Kingston - and did NOT go to a munch - so we had all this time to kill in the evening.  Oh we could have wandered around the downtown core and watched all the buskers performing.......... BUT .......... we both knew we had another busy day coming up on Thursday of house hunting.... so we headed back to the hotel.

I had stripped down to just the bare essentials when W opened the hotel room and went out to the car............. He returned with the BIG toy bag!!!  I knew I wanted it..... and yet I didn't either.  My mind was swirling around thoughts of finding a home and all the "what if's" that have become part of our home search.  My tummy was still grumbling over the less than stellar meal I had had....... and I couldn't help but wonder what lying on my stomach would do to all the 'grumbling'............ 


BUT as I said the other day ...... Rule #1 the Dom is always right..... so if the Dom thought a session was in order - who was I to suggest maybe it wasn't the bestest of times........ huh??? 


I laid prone on the big queen sized bed and held on for dear life.  It had been weeks since we had had a session - and I knew my tolerance levels were going to be at an all time low.  


I am pretty sure W started off slowish (slowish for him that is) with a paddle - but soon - very very soon - He had warped it up to a cane.............. have I told you I HATE canes??? I wiggled all over that queen sized bed... I clutched at the blankets ... I cursed... I wiggled some more...... but there was no respite for my ass.  


Ohhhhhh W will tell you he took great pity on me and rubbed my ass a couple of times.. He even switched toys .. from the cane to the tawse - and then back to the lexon cane (which hurts wayyyyyyyyy more than the rattan one!!) and even a flogger or two.. and then back to the canes.  I do believe W was taken with canes on Wednesday evening... very taken with them.  Pity I wasn't as taken with them............ (cheeky grin)


I am guessing it was a good 40 minutes of caning and spanking before I felt something ice cold being applied to my ass........ (which if anyone is interested was red..... bright red ... W said it had gotten red really fast this time.  Well DUH!!!  the skin was virginal - I tell you - VIRGINAL - it had been so long!! of course it was RED)  The cold was to help with the swelling and hard lumps and bumps that develop from deep tissue bruising - the only type of bruising I seem to suffer from ......... 


Then it was a hug for the old Dom and murmurs of thank yous and love yous.... and I was left to rub my ass - and be awed by the hardness on both cheeks......... 


Thank god the real estate agent had nice comfy padded seats in his Jeep on Thursday - otherwise it would have been a very painful long day of house hunting !!