Ska's tale 9

Ska 9
Or how to care for your K9

Yet another weekend beckoned with Sir, once again travelling down on Friday afternoon and coming back Monday lunchtime. Was particularly looking forward to it as not only was I going to be with Sir but also would be able to see Sir showing some of his skills to the wider world and going to London with him. As well as taking more of the cane than I ever had before and ska in full pup mode getting a deep and thorough inspection from Sir in vet mode.

You may ask why I am telling you all this in advance, instead of revealing it as normal as going along. Well the reason is that all this happened over the weekend but not entirely in the way planned, well actually very little in the way planned. A marvellous time was set out for those 4 days and a marvellous time was had, but the best laid plans of pups and men have to alter sometimes.

There are two things to bear in mind with this tale. The first is that real life is always with us and the world of fantasy and fun is ultimately anchored there. The second is that despite the best laid plans, preparation, love and care, million to one shoot accidents can occur.

Sir and I know, because one did. I am fully recovered now, am glad to say, but as a result of it my admiration, respect and love for Sir is even stronger than before.

Know some might think that “well if you are into some of the harder stuff you are bound to be asking for an accident to happen sooner or later”. That may be true but in this case it happened before we had even embarked on that. But more later.

So back to the weekend.

Friday

After arriving at Sir’s, after the normal tour over England’s green and pleasant land (have now done over 5000 miles and 100 hours travelling to Sir) time for a quick coffee and a rub before we had to get something important out of the way before the rest of the weekend started.

I had been in a cb3000 for quite some time from 31st December but as you will know from last tale it had caused me to develop a rash. This was still causing a bit of a problem as the skin down there was now very sensitive to most things and Sir is always very careful to look after ska (both as in caring for ska as a pup and looking after a valued piece of property). Sir therefore decided that the cb3000 should not go back on for the time being with ska instead using his own self control not to wank or play with himself. It had been due to come off on 1st April in any event.

The cb3000 having to come off early couldn’t be left unpunished (it being ska’s fault in getting the rash in the first place) so Sir decided that a fair punishment would be five strokes of the cane.

Five strokes that it is for each day it had been off and would be off up until 1st April. That works out at 215 strokes of the cane. The most I have received before was about 160 and I loath the cane and hate it to the same extent I like to be flogged and whipped just as hard. But Sir’s decision was right and not one to be avoided. I just decided it was something where my aim was to get through it and my reward would be that I would please Sir and give him enjoyment by doing so. His pleasure and total satisfaction are my goals and aims after all!

Sir is the best Sir around though and the kindest and wisest man in the world and he had another incentive for me, knowing that this would be hard for me and for him too in way (Sirs need care too you know). So if I was able to take all 215 strokes then I would be allowed to wank and cum, although at a time of Sir’s choosing. Big incentive as I had not done so for a couple of months by that time.

Sir had this very carefully planned and I would take the cane whilst spread over the cage and restrained to it by my wrists and ankles, with my collar being linked to my balls so that each time I moved, my balls would be yanked. And all of this whilst hooded and gagged. As well as the wank, if I pleased Sir and did what he has come to expect and deserve, Sir would also, after it was finished, mount me and fuck me whilst still restrained to the cage. Heaven.

But Sir was trying to make this as achievable as possible for me. Apart from all this, when I was ready for it he led me to the bedroom and told me to get onto the bed. I massaged and licked Sir all over from his head to his toes, stopping half way down to rim his beautiful backside. Sheer bliss! And there was still more to come.

Sir lay on his back as I climbed on top of Sir and Sir kissed me hard. Using my nipples strongly and massaging my balls firmly with his foot, Sir started to my rub foreskin with his foot. I shifted position slightly whilst Sir was doing so, sensed a slight pain and Sir thought he felt me cum.

If you are at all squeamish skip this paragraph. What Sir actually then saw was blood, lots and lots of blood. Streaming out of my penis. I saw it and my first thought was “god I have got blood on Sir’s duvet!”, Sir’s was “bloody hell what has happened”. I got up and Sir took me to the bathroom, me bleeding a lot and took me to the shower. If you ever need to know, cold water stops blood flow very quickly in that region as it makes all the blood vessels contract. But I did bleed a lot and lost about ¾ pint of blood, to judge from the quantity coming out. It turned out (although couldn’t look for a few days) that when I moved, I caught my foreskin on Sir’s foot and detached it for about an inch where it is attached to the glans of the penis. Obviously with an erection a huge amount of blood is going through there and it looked very gruesome, like a scene from a horror film.

The most immediate effect, apart from recreating the look of that scene from Psycho, was that I became very lighted headed. Once the flow was staunched and I had something to soak up what little was still coming out, Sir took me to sit down and I had a hot drink and some pain killers. It had really started to begin to hurt by then as the shock started to wear off.

Sir, by this time, was in full protective mode and his only concern was my well being. Apart from being very sore in the nether regions, this was an absolute joy to behold and be the object of. I can’t tell you how amazing and wonderful my Sir was and how he always is. But he is without doubt the finest man I have ever met and I feel totally secure and completely safe with him. What ever we do and however it is done, strong or soft, spontaneous or planned. I have always trusted him but I know now that I have the proof of a thing I knew before, he is calm in a crisis and knows just what to do.

After establishing that I didn’t need to go to hospital and that I was going to speak to a friend of mine who was a nurse, we discussed the rest of the weekend. After very quickly establishing that we both wanted me to still stay, it was decided that this would have to become a sedate weekend for the sake of my bits! Sir never wants to unintentionally hurt me or cause me pain and I was in a delicate state.


Besides I still wanted to look after Sir, as I love to and besides he needed it too. People sometimes neglect the fact that tops need care too and that if are doing a tough activity both sides need come down time and attention. When more could one need it when he was blaming himself for my injury.

This is the one time I will ever say that my Sir has ever been wrong about something, but he was. Completely and utterly and I am right. My injury was a million to one freak accident, neither Sir’s fault nor mine. It is just one of those things that happened and could never be avoided.

Although the restraint to the cage and caning was out, as was the fucking and in fact anything that could cause me to get an erection, the most important things were still open to us. Me being with Sir. I had planned to make Sir a nice dinner and saw no reason why I couldn’t still do that and at least have that part of the evening as planned. So we did and very good it was too. After a very relaxing evening and talking to Sir (when I was even allowed on the furniture to be next to Sir-some compensations in being a poorly pup) it was time for us to both go to sleep.

Sadly unable to go to sleep in the cage, practicalities outweighing desires, so went to sleep on the bed settee but at least with my favourite blanket and pup pillow.

Saturday

I woke up in the morning and felt quite sore, not surprisingly, but on the plus side Sir asked me to get into his bed and have nice rub and curl up next to him, which made getting my injury almost worthwhile. But I knew Sir still didn’t feel completely at ease with himself, so up to me to make him feel better. After a beautiful hour next to Sir which I wouldn’t exchange for anything in the world (even having to do my memory test didn’t spoil it, even when only got 5/10-Sir waived the punishment on this one occasion), it was time to get up and get on with things.

As a lot of things were now not possible for me to do or to do to me Saturday had a very relaxed feel to it. Went shopping to pick up few supplies and stopped off for a very late breakfast. Can’t beat a good fry up. Then popped into town for a bit more shopping, principally to get some more gauze tape for me and for Sir to expand his first aid kit (which is now huge and the only thing it lacks is a small operating theatre). We had gone into to town with a very good friend of Sir’s and stopped off at his house for tea cakes later in the afternoon. All very nice and good wholesome fun.

Sir then had a treat in store for us both, a visit to the Royal Marines museum in Portsmouth. Have often passed it and we both love the uniform so thought a trip would be just about perfect. Although we both enjoyed it, it wasn’t as good as we thought it might be (needs far more uniforms in it to start with!) as it still has that dusty old fashioned museum feel to it. But it was enjoyable and am glad we went, it just has so much more potential though.

I was feeling quite a bit better when we got back to home so we thought we might try reverting back to part of the original plan, some ska pup time. And am glad we did too. After a very thorough inspection by Sir when Sir almost managed to get his fist in ska, ska felt himself tire and have an overwhelming desire to be mounted and fucked by Sir. Communicating it to Sir as only ska can (he is an absolute tramp with Sir when he wants to get his cunt used) Sir duly obliged and all I can say is wow. Always send me to a different place when Sir uses me like that and it did now (poss a bit too far a place as made my cock hurt like hell, but well worth the sacrifice-no pain no gain).

Any more play was really out of the question that day as had to be a bit fit for Sundays activities, which neither of us wanted to pull out of. Time to take Beaudi, Sir’s canine dog, for a walk and us to talk some more.

So after a nice dinner of fillet steak, stuffed potatoes and salad was time to snuggle in front of Sir and watch a very film. A very bizarre Japanese anime one which seemed like the writers had been on drugs for, or at the very least should have been. We lost the plot line a couple of times but Sir and I both enjoyed it and was a nice relaxing way to end the day.

Sunday

On Sunday Sir and I were going to a justrope party in London and 2 workshops before. Needed to get up fairly early to sort the stuff out for it (rope, leather uniform for Sir and leather trousers for me, packed lunch) have a wash and brush up and clean Sir’s boots.

This was a great opportunity for me to make my first mistake. Trimmed my beard and although rinsed the sink, I forgot to clear the plug hole of the bits of hair. First I knew of this was when was dragged back from the kitchen sink by my collar and taken to the bathroom and went down on my knees as I was shown it. Didn’t receive any physical punishment from Sir but got a very serious talking to. Felt very ashamed and guilty, bad and unworthy of all the care and attention that Sir had given me. He had been more perfect than I could say and I had not repaid it to him. I was told to do his boots before we set off to London and I did so in absolute silence, not looking at Sir. I didn’t feel I had the right to speak or look upon Sir.

We were dropping Beaudi off with a friend of Sir’s and there were lots of things in the car and she was in the front, so I got in the back. When we arrived and Sir got out I was ordered to stay and so when Sir came back I remained in the back. My guilt complex at this point was covering half of continental Europe, I couldn’t even look up but kept my head bowed in shame. Then after a while on the way to London Sir told to stop sulking and being sullen. I felt even more guilty than before as I was disappointing Sir to an even greater level.

Very hard to force oneself to speak and try and sound chatty but knew I had to if was not going to spoil this day for Sir. But I did and it broke my guilt mode and knew would just enjoy the day.

Not going to go into the course or the party in a great deal of detail apart from to say was a great learning experience and brilliant day. Spent almost all of it in rope in some form and had some great experience of being suspended from both a frame and from bamboo as well as great floor work. The pictures speak for themselves.

We got home late at night both very contented and I think pleased with the day.

Monday

After a weekend where the original plan had been wiped off the board and things just became spontaneous it strangely ended with where it should have begun.

With the 215 strokes of the cane.

Very simply done with no restraint and just over the end of Sir’s bed. I took all of them and although Sir displayed a lot of leniency given that I was still little bit delicate, it still hurt like anything and I ended up a ball on the bed with Sir comforting me and encouraging me, as he had done all the way through the actual caning. Rubs and strokes and his gentle touch made it all worth while. And the warmth I felt on my fiery red arse, I knew would last me all the way home and for days after.

The warmth that I feel from Sir is always with me and lasts forever. He really is beyond description or praise. If you know him, you’ll know why and if you don’t you will wish you did.

An unusual weekend, of very different form to normal, but one that I treasure as much as every other weekend I have spent with Sir. I always grow with each one and leave prouder than ever to be his pup.

There was only one real casualty of the weekend, and that was Sir’s duvet. Sir and ska on the other hand finished it even better than before.

Ps Sir kept his promise of letting me wank if I succeeded with the cane. As I wasn’t able to do it when I was with him he even let me choose when to do it when I go home. Pleased to report that everything is in full working order