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Clothes Shopping

The only problem with losing a substantial amount of weight is that things like my clothes no longer fit. Walking around with ones jeans sliding down is generally seen as A Bad Thing, so Samantha and Lucy decied this afternoon to take me clothes shopping.

Can I just say that this is my idea of HELL.
I would rather spend an afternoon locked in a room with my ex-wife.
I’d rather jump behind enemy lines in an active warzone.

Getting dragged from shop to shop to shop. Try this on, try that on, give us a twirl. The girls treatng me like a toy or a piece of meat. Lather, rinse repeat. Yes, I got some nice new clothes out of it. New jeans, new trousers, new shirts and t-shirts. A new suit for a faculty function that Samantha & I are attending next month. But really whats wrong with going to one shop, why do we have to do it over and over, try everything on. And then go back through to all the same shops to buy the things they’ve decided on?
Maybe it’s a woman thing.

I’m ashamed to admit I got very frustrated with the process, starting acting a little bit like an over-tired toddler, lost my temper and snapped at the girls. To say Samantha was disappointed would be an understatement of earth-shattering proportions. When we got home, there was a full on lecture on appreciating what she was doing for me and how to act in public. There was also a very painful caning, a ‘time out’ spent standing in the corner and, as if that wasn’t enough, no sex for the rest of the month – no masturbation, no orgasm. Nothing.

My own fault, admittedly, and I don’t think I’m going to be sitting down for a while either!

A cruel and unusual punishment

I’m actually amused how ‘changing the wifi password’ so that Lucy & I can’t get online has become Samantha’s punishment of choice. She’s right that coming online during the day is what’s stopping us from completing our set tasks but even so. It makes me a sad pouty Jack.

We won’t even cover the sex ban.

I’m now allowed online of an evening as long as everything’s done during the day. Lucy still isn’t so if you’ve not seen her update in a while that’s why.

I’m playing catch up on my emails right now. I had over 100 and I’ve got it down to 60. Next up is catching up on anyone’s blogs.

Lesson learned. Work first, then play.

I Really Should Know Better

My Lady Samantha was less than impressed with the outcome of the rugby yesterday. Both by the fact that Wales lost and by the fact that I was ‘gloating’ over England’s win. If anything I would say she was sulking which might I also say was completely adorable. I do of course know better than to tell her so, at least while she’s still actively doing so, though I will kiss the pout off her face.

Her response to losing to England was to take it out on me, specifically on my butt. There’s no delicate way of saying it really – she spanked me. Continue reading I Really Should Know Better