The Hypnotist has just left. I am back in the big bed with Adam, settling down after a date night with Sir. Dinner and cribbage and talking, then back to my place to work off some of the 1500+ whacks I had accrued over the past little while.
You can’t see it in this pic, but my thighs are criss-crossed with cane and paddle marks. Along with the ones on my ass, he brought my total for Saturday’s play party down to 1000-ish. Five hundred – he won’t let me count the stray smack on my butt after we were all done – whacks with various implements. In true D&D fashion, he called that last, uncounted whack, a “whack of opportunity.”
