Saturday, November 1, 2014

Kinky Days, Part 2

This post is the second part of the series we started last week. This was intended to catch the blog up with our kinky activities, but of course, we managed to find time for a scene we haven't yet included. Look for our rope scene in a future blog.

To finish up on last week's post, we've been lucky enough to be able to let our freak flag fly (a term I late, BTW, but it seemed to fit here so I used it anyway).

First off, our very busy weekend that started with the littles event at Disneyland ended up on a shooting range with a bunch of friends from the lifestyle. There were enough of us to get a private area in the canyon where there are multiple ranges. Many of the group brought a variety of guns to shoot, so it was great to get a chance to try different things. I haven't had a gun for over 25 years as I felt when I had kids in the house that was something I just didn't want to risk regardless of how safe and secure I was.

Here's Lizzie trying out a 9mm:
Last week, we wrote about attending the LittleSpace at Disneyland event. We weren’t able to attend both days of the event because we had plans on Sunday to go to a shooting range with another group of friends.

I grew up around guns, but when my father and brothers shoot, they do so on “the back forty” (quite literally, on the family farm in Kansas) rather than at a shooting range. This was my first trip to a shooting range. As it happened, the private area where we shot was similar to what I’m used to, barring the sound of constant fire from others nearby, but unseen, ranges. And while I’ve fired a wide variety of hunting rifles and shotguns, I’ve never used a handgun before. As you can see in the picture, Daddy is showing me how to do so safely.
Then, a week or so later we were off to Korea for a long weekend in Seoul (not work related—it's a long story). I smuggled my travel cane in the luggage (well, technically, it's not "smuggled" if you just stick it in the suitcase, but I liked the sound of "smuggled" better) and Lizzie and I found time in our hotel room to get in a nice caning scene.

It was a hard caning, and Lizzie whimpered and cried a bit as I struck again and again, leaving some marks that, unfortunately, faded rather quickly before I snapped a few pics. As you can see, Lizzie still is quite bruised from our hard scene we described in last weeks' post.
Before the bruises had faded from the hard spanking we wrote about last week, we were off for Korea. Traveling on week-old bruises is not quite as much fun as flying with fresh welts, but it did add some entertainment to the long flight. (We flew to London the day after the scene described here.)

During our short trip, we managed to get in a short scene in our hotel room. Craig had brought along his “travel cane” (a cane short enough to fit in most of our luggage, even the smaller carry-on bags). He used the cane to good effect, leaving me with better welts for the trip home.

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