Painful and full and yummy. I’ve got a baggy t-shirt on, and that’s it. Tree dirt and sweat and little bloody marks on the towel. been a bit busy. And that time it did hurt, but in a really good way. Back home I first of all made my ‘whip’, just three strands tied together with a sort-of handle (from the rope), and I knotted them at the ends so they wouldn’t fray where I’d cut them. Once I’d got up there I felt knackered, so was a bit fumbly with my stuff and a bit disconcerted when we chatted (after we’d kissed), but I reminded him what we’d agreed and he said ‘Ok’ again and so I showed him what I’d brought and said that if he was really ok then I’d get undressed. It was really quite painful, but each time I had this wonderful struggle going on in my head between not wanting to be hurt and absolutely wanting to feel the sudden burn and the sound of the whip as it hit me. Once I was dressed (nice light easy-fitting things and an old
