O/our weather on the Gold Coast has been extraordinarily hot for this time of year, almost Indian Summer like. Although the forecast was for 30C today, humidity was low and it did not feel too hot. Thank Goddess for that. As long as it was clear and warm, it was the perfect day to drive the 2 hours to Lismore for the Northern Rivers BDSM munch.
slave tate was told to collect Me at 9.30am with a clean car inside and out and ready for My inspection prior to leaving for O/our day trip south. Everything ran like clockwork and I was practically ready when My slave arrived. As I walked towards slave tate’s car, I could see it gleaming brightly in the sun…a very good sign but…would the cleanliness inside the car live up to My expectations? The door was opened and yes, I was most impressed and could see that My slave had obviously been a very busy boy cleaning his car to My satisfaction. No punishment due this time and there is still one outstanding punishment which I may administer upon O/our return from the munch.
W/we were geared up for a 2 hour trip, hence leaving so early. I HATE being late and much prefer to relax at My destination with plenty of time to spare. The initial part of the drive was fast and as W/we turned off to Bangalow (out in the country mind you), W/we hit a very long line of traffic which crawled along at a snail’s pace for a number of minutes. I was so pleased I had allowed enough time for such eventualities and even with this delay, W/we would reach Lismore just before midday. Not sure exactly how long it took My slave to get through the traffic jam and eventually W/we turned off at the roundabout in the opposite direction to everyone else and could travel at a more normal speed again.
I love the Northern Rivers region of NSW. It is so picturesque and mostly green and lush looking with gorgeous rolling hills. Before W/we knew it, Lismore was only 5 kms away and W/we had been travelling for just under one and a half hours. So much for the 2 hour and 5 minute prediction by Google maps! It did not take too long for My slave to find the cafe and W/we found O/our group sitting outside at a fabulous table under some tall, shady trees. Great, plenty of shade to prevent Me from getting sunburnt. W/we were not waiting long for the remainder of the group to turn up and spend a fantastic afternoon chatting, laughing, teasing, eating, drinking coffee and water and getting to know some new faces.
I was very relaxed and at 3.30pm, everyone had the same thought, the afternoon was drifting by most pleasantly but it was time for U/us to make O/our way home. I was in no mood to give out any punishment after such a wonderful day and slave tate can wait a little longer for his caning. I rather like the fact that he is living with this impending doom hanging over him *wicked grin*.