I got spanked!
Aug. 19th, 2005 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threadwalkerAnd the spankage left marks.
I went to Berk BART last night for practice. I didn't want to. I was tired from work, sore, limping and still sick. I felt really pathetic and was thinking of my fuzzy slippers at home. I had that sort of longing that if I could just twitch my nose and appear on the sofa wrapped in my robe, feet up and slippers on, I would have done it. However, the commute home was just as mentally overwhelming as fighting, so I went to practice anyway. I figured if no one else showed up, I'd go home. Or I'd get dinner and then go home.
However, others did show up. The four of us stared at each other. Finally someone said, "well?" and we all turned to our respective vehicles and started arming up. As the only chick, I'm amused that I was the first one ready. What's that joke about men always waiting for women to finish getting ready?
It was fun. No, ... it was a GREAT DEAL of fun. I had my new heater. I got to work with someone who was capable of providing training and who could show me how I was supposed to use my shield. Note: being shown and then actually doing it at full speed are two different things. However, that opportunity to learn from someone before being clubbed like a baby harp seal is all the difference between frustration and having fun.
Then Rat showed up and we've been training on and off for over a year. We worked for a while on slow work and then we worked up to half speed. Then he said "let's do full speed." I thought we WERE going full speed. hahahahaha!
I still have a lot to "program" into my head with the blocking. The wraps still confound me. I got butt-wrapped really solidly twice; both cheeks with no armor back there. I squealed really loud - I didn't know I could make that noise! Today there are a lovely pair of welts only an inch and a half apart and they reach all the way across my backside. Let's just say I can't sit without thinking about it.
Right now for shots all I've got is the snap and a pathetic offside. I'm working on strengthening those. I am holding off on the wrap because I have to unlearn some bad habits. However, my rising snap caught Rat in the face a few times. That was cool. And I unconsciously took up F's stance when Rat went to his knees - talk about brainwashing from years of watching someone else fight! Rat surprised me by saying I'm faster than him - I'm not sure I agree with him, but I'm not really in a good position to judge.
Also on the plus side there are no visible scrapes for co-workers to comment on or husbands to poke. Last week my neck armor rubbed me raw in a patch under one of my ears and just above my collar. To be blunt, it looked like a hickey. Everyone kept looking at it at work despite my inept attempt to cover it up with make up. And then F finally noticed it and rubbed at it, asking me what it was. Well, it was RAW, so having him rub it really stung. Anyway, none of that nonsense this week.
Bumps, bruises, welts and all, it was fun. I couldn't believe how much fun it was. I just wanted to keep going all night, but my shoulders were too wimpy to keep up with my heart.
Tomorrow is the pitchfork war. That should be great fun. It will be my first War since getting pregnant with Nicholas. Yay! (Now I need to find my pike. I found the ax and war kite last week.)
I went to Berk BART last night for practice. I didn't want to. I was tired from work, sore, limping and still sick. I felt really pathetic and was thinking of my fuzzy slippers at home. I had that sort of longing that if I could just twitch my nose and appear on the sofa wrapped in my robe, feet up and slippers on, I would have done it. However, the commute home was just as mentally overwhelming as fighting, so I went to practice anyway. I figured if no one else showed up, I'd go home. Or I'd get dinner and then go home.
However, others did show up. The four of us stared at each other. Finally someone said, "well?" and we all turned to our respective vehicles and started arming up. As the only chick, I'm amused that I was the first one ready. What's that joke about men always waiting for women to finish getting ready?
It was fun. No, ... it was a GREAT DEAL of fun. I had my new heater. I got to work with someone who was capable of providing training and who could show me how I was supposed to use my shield. Note: being shown and then actually doing it at full speed are two different things. However, that opportunity to learn from someone before being clubbed like a baby harp seal is all the difference between frustration and having fun.
Then Rat showed up and we've been training on and off for over a year. We worked for a while on slow work and then we worked up to half speed. Then he said "let's do full speed." I thought we WERE going full speed. hahahahaha!
I still have a lot to "program" into my head with the blocking. The wraps still confound me. I got butt-wrapped really solidly twice; both cheeks with no armor back there. I squealed really loud - I didn't know I could make that noise! Today there are a lovely pair of welts only an inch and a half apart and they reach all the way across my backside. Let's just say I can't sit without thinking about it.
Right now for shots all I've got is the snap and a pathetic offside. I'm working on strengthening those. I am holding off on the wrap because I have to unlearn some bad habits. However, my rising snap caught Rat in the face a few times. That was cool. And I unconsciously took up F's stance when Rat went to his knees - talk about brainwashing from years of watching someone else fight! Rat surprised me by saying I'm faster than him - I'm not sure I agree with him, but I'm not really in a good position to judge.
Also on the plus side there are no visible scrapes for co-workers to comment on or husbands to poke. Last week my neck armor rubbed me raw in a patch under one of my ears and just above my collar. To be blunt, it looked like a hickey. Everyone kept looking at it at work despite my inept attempt to cover it up with make up. And then F finally noticed it and rubbed at it, asking me what it was. Well, it was RAW, so having him rub it really stung. Anyway, none of that nonsense this week.
Bumps, bruises, welts and all, it was fun. I couldn't believe how much fun it was. I just wanted to keep going all night, but my shoulders were too wimpy to keep up with my heart.
Tomorrow is the pitchfork war. That should be great fun. It will be my first War since getting pregnant with Nicholas. Yay! (Now I need to find my pike. I found the ax and war kite last week.)
