Another Saturday morning, another weigh-in for slave tate and a busy day ahead for My slave. Fortunately My slave had lost a little weight so that was a good start. However, it seemed to be some time since maid marian had last been around to do cleaning duties for Me. As I was taking slave tate to Hellfire in the evening, it made sense to have maid marian over a bit earlier to do some cleaning first.
Before that could happen, I wanted to get My exercise out of the way in the morning (which I did) and then there was another devoted sub to play with before I could see slave tate. By the time I was finished, it was mid afternoon and with My timing working out just perfectly, I had forewarned slave tate that he was to arrive at My house at 3pm (which he did). Things were running smoothly so far. With no time to waste, maid marian got changed into her uniform and had her tasks outlined to her. I couldn’t get her to do everything I really wanted done or she would have been busy for hours. I could not afford ‘hours’, I had two social functions to get to – a pre-Hellfire party followed by Hellfire itself. My plan was to leave home by 5.30pm at the latest.
While maid marian got on with her chores, I planned what I was wearing for the evening which would be based on a zebra theme (zebra waist cincher, short layered black net skirt, zebra patterned stockings and black, knee high 5″ heeled boots). maid marian would not be doing any further duties beyond 5pm as I needed to give slave tate enough time to get ready for O/our departure time. With My slave appropriately, collared, cuffed and capped, W/we were on O/our way… that is… until My chauffeur stuffed up directions at the first roundabout! My slave was taking a big risk as he was already up for one lot of caning and it would be very easy for Me to add some further cuts! I ordered him to do a u-turn after which somehow, W/we managed to continue to O/our destination without further disruption.
Driving at night, I noticed his windscreen was so filthy on the inside that with the glare of oncoming lights, I could hardly see where I was going. And if I was having trouble seeing, so was My driver! I was NOT travelling on to Brisbane with the windscreen in that appalling state – slave tate would be cleaning it at O/our first stop – the pre-Hellfire party.
W/we arrived in time for the dinner course. During consumption of the fabulous food prepared for U/us by the host, I felt it was the perfect time to discuss what My plans were for the evening at Hellfire. I informed the gathering that I had to punish My slave. Naturally, everyone wanted to know WHY he was being punished and I instructed slave tate to tell them. he vaguely mentioned forgetting his task the day before which was not given with enough detail. I told him to to describe the task more accurately and once again he only PARTLY told the truth. I forced him to state what his ‘toy’ is exactly. Nothing more appropriate than a little public humiliation prior to a punishment *grins with wicked glee*.
Two hours at this party disappeared quickly. My slave had cleaned his windscreen and W/we were ready to continue on to Brisbane. I decided W/we would follow one car and unfortunately for slave tate, before W/we got to the motorway, there was a short detour to a service station and the occupants of the car W/we were following, gained an opportunity of seeing My chauffeur in action, much to their surprise and amusement.
W/we eventually rocked up at Hellfire 30 minutes later and My slave had to organise some chairs as I was NOT going to stand on My feet any longer than I had to. slave tate was ordered to remain in My immediate vicinity and he was keeping a low profile in lieu of his impending misfortune. After awhile I informed My slave that he would be dealt with in a bit when I had a bigger audience to entertain – LOL!
Lots of chatter and laughter in the meantime to warm Me up and then came the moment when I was ready to deal with My slave. I placed him in position on the main stage, warmed him up just a little first (not too much as I did want him to feel each cut) and then announced the severity of his punishment to him – 18 strokes of which 6 strokes would be for forgetting to tie a ribbon around My balls, 6 strokes for forgetting to take his toy to work, and 6 strokes for all his other recent mistakes! I used My light cane for the first six, My heavy rubber coated cane for the middle six and My light cane for the remaining six, plus 2 more cuts to ensure the punishment had sunk in properly. Now My slave will have learnt not to be so forgetful in future *wicked grin*.
slave tate would be feeling his mistakes for some time. he had to continue sitting but was permitted to socialise.
As always, time flies when you are having fun and it was 2am before W/we knew it. Time to head home. I had been talking so much throughout the evening that I was beginning to lose My voice and was now feeling somewhat drained of energy. The drive home was probably more subdued than usual and I was very much looking forward to getting some sleep. I am sure slave tate’s sleep would not be as peaceful as he was hoping.