Believe it or not, for the first week of Carla's two-week absence,nothing -- and I mean nothing -- remotely erotic occurred. My sisterbecame a semi-p...rmanent fixture in the house (she was on public schoolvacation), and my father, who regularly made three-nights-a-week treksout of town, stayed much closer to home during the holiday break.Then we got over the Christmas and New Year's hurdle (Carla and Ispoke on the phone on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and had a wonderfulmutual masturbation. She had a network of auto professionals she played like a full stage of puppets. We found out how true her warning was, about its maintenance, but it was a beautiful thing in motion and at rest.We all hopped in for a ride in the hills. Mother paid for the tow back home. Her auto club was more like a clobbering club, given the price the tow-person’s boss told him to charge. My emergency service plan wouldn’t have provided a trip around a slight curve, for that price.Crestfallen, in the short. It was so lovely that I wanted to photograph it but there were signs posted all around the museum saying 'No Photography'."Never mind dear," said J, "give me five minutes to distract the guards and then you can take your silly pictures."She wandered off downstairs to where we had seen the two middle-aged uniform guards standing about. As soon as she was out of sight I snapped off half a roll of trannie film and then went to find my young wife. I didn't follow in her footsteps though but went. It got to the point where I was really screaming “Ow!” with each swat.Then I started begging Master to stop. “Please, that’s enough!” I cried. “I’ll be good,” I wailed. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”I know that if I had said “Cauliflower,” Master would have stopped, but I didn’t say it. I had really disappointed Master once and I wasn’t going to disappoint him again by taking the easy way out.Once or twice, Master either got tired and missed his mark or, more likely, very intentionally spanked.