Just when I thought I was starting to heal from my punishments last week, Thursday came around. Which meant that D came over and I got spanked. I won't bore you with details (grin), but it was hard and heavy and I ended up very red and ultimately bruised. The red has to do with how hard he spanks, and the bruised has to do with where he spanks, which is far too high, too low, and too sideways for my taste. (Not dangerously so, you understand. I won't play with anyone I consider even remotely dangerous. I just happen to have a VERY low tolerance for what I consider too high and he spanks on the sides of my butt and my thighs, which I think is totally unfair. I don't expect to have a lot of input on this. ;-)) I've broken out the Arnica for the first time in a long time and we're running low.
And then just when I was starting to heal from that, Sunday came around. Which isn't a special date in particular except that M and I spent about four hours walking around outside and I got the absolute worst sunburn of my life on my back, chest, and shoulders. I am in so much pain (even two days later) that I have a hard time wearing clothes, I can't lift my arms above my shoulders, and the skin on my shoulders looks like bubble wrap (I'm blistered). I'm pushing the limit on how much aloe with lidocaine I can apply in a 24-hour period, popping aspirin and vitamin E pills like chocolate chips, and I even came home from work early today so I could work from home and not have to wear clothes that bit into my scorched flesh.
Before you ask: no, I'm not in trouble. M is being very sweet, rubbing vitamin E and aloe on me and giving me sweet attention. I know that Chris would have spanked the hell out of me if he lived nearby (c.f. an event from two years ago), but I'll be well-healed by the next time we get together. So I'm not getting spanked. But I am very, very red. And very, very in pain.