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.
Sympathy, please.
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Argh. Thanks for reminding me of that terrible week.
But I'm really sorry you're hurting ...
Very gentle hugs,
sparkle
Oh, Iris, OUCH!!! I remember the picture from Chris's blog after the last incident, and this sounds worse, much worse. Hope it heals quickly and you don't forget the sunscreen again!
Thanks for the hugs, sparkle. (And sorry for reminding you of your red week.
And Indiana, this is much, much worse than that last time, though I didn't think that was possible at the time. I doubt I'll be forgetting the sunscreen for a long time to come. Regardless of what tops say, sometimes natural consequences are actually the best way to learn. :-)
Iris, you have my sympathy, after that you certainly don't need spanked.
But you aren't the only one, after a long time living in North Africa, I came home on leave, the next day I was relaxing in the garden, fell asleep under a tree, the earth moved, as it does, so the shade moved, I woke up with sunstroke, it never happened in Africa, I learnt that it could happen in England.
I never got sunstroke again, I doubt you will sunburn so badly again.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Sympathy, but also a stern reminder to remember the sunscreen.
This is one I've learned mostly from W harping on it constantly. Being half-black, I tend not to get sunburned. But since W is pale, pale, pale, she's far more conscious of these things. And sunburns are actually pretty dangerous.
Sometime, ask me about the time I went topless in the San Francisco gay pride parade, and failed to use a strong enough sunblock, but *did* discover that body paint will block out about 100% of UV rays. So I had a rather... interesting set of "tattoos" for more than a year.
Paul, you're right. I doubt I will ever be that careless again--sounds like we both learned the hard way!
And JA, I'm intrigued about your "tattoos"...
Iris,
I hope your skin is healed or almost healed now. What an awful experience. I'm lucky to have a lot of melanin in my skin, so I don't burn very often, but I remember one *very* painful sunburn I got while backpacking in the Sierras many years ago.
As for my applying spanks too high, too low or 'too sideways', well frankly a lot of that has to do with how little your bottom is and how large my hands are. Its like decorating an Easter egg using a brush you'd paint a house with. :-)
Be that as it may, I would never spank you in a dangerous place. I'd never go near your tailbone, or too low on your thighs.
I do sometimes want to make the tops of your thighs tender, though ... so you'll be squirming at your desk the next day.
- D
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