A proper spanking only begins when you wish it would stop! This is my daily journal of my life, married to my Dominant wife, Mistress Contrary Merry, and living in a poly house, along with Her alternate personality, Sunshine, and Her partner-in-crime, Stitch, with frequent appearances by Her second-youngest son, Babyman.
Showing posts with label Hospice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hospice. Show all posts
Monday, July 13, 2015
7.11 Saturday Diary
7:15 . UP.
Coffee and alka seltzer.
Showered and dressed, and packed to go.
Out...
At Hospice, 8:50.
Breakfast in the cafeteria... scrambled eggs, link sausage, patty sausage, bacon.
In the room...
Talked to Mom.
Dad had Mom give me a small bag, that she wanted me to have.
Then Mom was asleep.
Reading...
Dad said he had to go get B at the local airport, much to my surprise, as before, he told me "Sunday.." but okay, it was today.
Meanwhile, T & R arrived.
Then Dad returned with B.
I declined lunch, and the four of them went to the cafeteria.
I sat next to Mom, while she was being spoon fed her lunch by an aide.
Then I said, 'Goodbye' for what will probably be the last time....
And by 13:30 was in the car with T&R heading back to MSY.
We took the scenic route due to known construction on I 10.
I was dropped curbside at 1535 for the 16:55 departure.
I went quickly through security, and was near the gate at 1600.
16:35, on board.
UP at 17:00.
I finished my supply of Hollywood Reporters, and started on newspapers.
We touched down in LAS at 1818 local.
I was inside at 1830. Connecting flight at 1945. My gate was virtually the next gate over.
I found a toilet...then munchies...then coffee...then a charging station to juice my phone.
At 1915, I saw boarding in progress at the gate across from where I stood, and rushed over to get my place in line .
I headed inside, and handed my boarding pass, and the attendant said, "Where you heading?"
"Los Angeles".
"This flight goes to San Antonio."
"Thanks for catching that," I said, taking back my boarding pass, then heading over to the correct gate.
So the plane was waiting at the gate...but according to the attendant, no flight crew...they had not arrived yet.
So we had to wait for the crew to arrive on a different flight, and empty out THAT plane before they could come over to this plane.
All in all, about a one hour delay.
On board, 2030. UP 2045.
ON the ground LAX, 2145, at the gate 2155.
I got off, went outside, and called Merry, who I told to wait out in the car until I call, rather than park and come in to meet me.
She said, "On the way."
She called back, a few minutes later. "I missed Terminal One, now I'm going around."
Oh well.
She made the loop, and pulled in, and got out to give me a hug, with tears in her eyes, then we got in the car.
2245 home.
Sunshine made dinner... strips of steak, which I ate with tortilla chips, while reading the last of the newspapers I had.
I unpacked most of my stuff, and headed for bed... midnight.
H sl S 222
H sl O 222
H sl Fun4Me 224
H sl Fun4Her 224
D UN 103.5
H sHERlO 222
D sl Ci 227
D g-f 52.5
D sHERlastDate 5.5
D s l party/munch 14
Setting the scene
NIA, this one, a favorite.
"Okay, Shilo, it's time. Strip."
Shilo strips to white briefs.
She takes off a robe, leaving bra and panties, and sits on a stool, holding the wooden hairbrush.
"Come here."
He steps up to her right thigh.
She takes down his briefs, down to his feet, then bends him over her lap.
She begins smacking his buttocks with the flat back of the hairbrush, paying no heed to his sobs and cries.
7.10 Friday Diary
0300, up for pee, then get some ice cream.
UP 07:45...toilet, shower, dressed...
then into the kitchen for coffee..and a banana.
And off we went to the Hospice, arrived 0915.
Which as it turned out, was enough to miss the breakfast served in the cafeteria in the building... which closed at 0900.
While Mom was asleep, Dad took me out for shopping.
Starting with a pair of shoes, Nunn Bush, identical to the ones he was wearing, which ... on sale...cost three and a half times what I paid for the last four pair I got at Walmart.
Then, for a surprise, he said, 'Now I'm getting you some jeans."
I'd been wearing tights. Lightweight, no belt needed, easy to pack and get through security.
But to his taste, "Not becoming"
Okay. So I found out, I'm way past a 36 waist, and past a 38.
A 40 is just a smidgen large...so maybe a 39, which don't exist.
We returned to the Hospice, and I changed into the jeans, to, well, make him happy.
We went into the cafeteria for lunch. Not at lot of choices, but I managed to find baked chicken, french fries, and coleslaw.
We went back to the room.
I slumped down in the available chair...
and napped from 1215 to 14:30.
Woke up...started reading, newpapers and the various issues of The Hollywood Reporter I had brought along.
Got a message from Merry that my ex-gf, FLF was in a panic about my postings on FB, so I called her. She had met my parents several times, so she was concerned.
Mom was sleeping through the day, so we left around 18:00.
Stopped for dinner at a place in DH called "The Red Zone".
Pretty good. Grilled chicken breast, covered with cheese, mushrooms and onions...a baked potato, dinner salad. Toast was offered, I was able to substitute cole slaw.
Home, 19:30.
I checked in with Merry.
I was so full, I lay back on the bed-couch to nap, and slept through the night more or less.
Up once to pee.
And a second time to pee, and get some ice cream.
H sl S 198
H sl O 198
H sl Fun4me 200
H sl Fun4Her 200
D un 102 1/2
H sHer LO 198
D sl CI 226
D g-F 51 1/2
D sHlD 4 1/2
D sl MorP 13
SETTING THE SCENE:
"Shilo... get your clothes off. I've got this new hairbrush I'm going to try out. Not with you over my knee, though. Bend over this table."
UP 07:45...toilet, shower, dressed...
then into the kitchen for coffee..and a banana.
And off we went to the Hospice, arrived 0915.
Which as it turned out, was enough to miss the breakfast served in the cafeteria in the building... which closed at 0900.
While Mom was asleep, Dad took me out for shopping.
Starting with a pair of shoes, Nunn Bush, identical to the ones he was wearing, which ... on sale...cost three and a half times what I paid for the last four pair I got at Walmart.
Then, for a surprise, he said, 'Now I'm getting you some jeans."
I'd been wearing tights. Lightweight, no belt needed, easy to pack and get through security.
But to his taste, "Not becoming"
Okay. So I found out, I'm way past a 36 waist, and past a 38.
A 40 is just a smidgen large...so maybe a 39, which don't exist.
We returned to the Hospice, and I changed into the jeans, to, well, make him happy.
We went into the cafeteria for lunch. Not at lot of choices, but I managed to find baked chicken, french fries, and coleslaw.
We went back to the room.
I slumped down in the available chair...
and napped from 1215 to 14:30.
Woke up...started reading, newpapers and the various issues of The Hollywood Reporter I had brought along.
Got a message from Merry that my ex-gf, FLF was in a panic about my postings on FB, so I called her. She had met my parents several times, so she was concerned.
Mom was sleeping through the day, so we left around 18:00.
Stopped for dinner at a place in DH called "The Red Zone".
Pretty good. Grilled chicken breast, covered with cheese, mushrooms and onions...a baked potato, dinner salad. Toast was offered, I was able to substitute cole slaw.
Home, 19:30.
I checked in with Merry.
I was so full, I lay back on the bed-couch to nap, and slept through the night more or less.
Up once to pee.
And a second time to pee, and get some ice cream.
H sl S 198
H sl O 198
H sl Fun4me 200
H sl Fun4Her 200
D un 102 1/2
H sHer LO 198
D sl CI 226
D g-F 51 1/2
D sHlD 4 1/2
D sl MorP 13
SETTING THE SCENE:
"Shilo... get your clothes off. I've got this new hairbrush I'm going to try out. Not with you over my knee, though. Bend over this table."
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