A few years ago Lucy came into my life. I wrote a little scene of a public spanking. She wrote ‘I wish that was me’, I wrote back, saying, that it could be, at my studio or somewhere, because at the time I arranged public spanking events in my little theatre, or in school room etc.

In she came, Into my life, full of beans, a tour-de- force of spanking. I arranged it, and for two years I caned as hard and as long as I liked, a hundred strokes in one session she offered, I got up to the thirties on her bottom and that was enough for me…I spanked her with rulers, various tawses, blackboard rulers, martinets, floggers, slippers, plimsols, all sorts, wresting to hold her in place…always …she was wanting more…..harder, longer….more! She orgasmed, screaming in pain and ecstasy as I spanked and spanked and spanked.

Whatever I did….more more more MORE!

Too much! All consuming, relentless. She spanked me out!

Then she left, the calmness was wonderful, yet at times I recall our sessions and miss them, but in truth, I am soooo glad she has gone, she wore me out.

Moral of the tale….be careful what you wish for.

Last Thursday I tested positive for Omicron, at first it was just like a cold, not bad. I scheduled my Saturday posts for six in the morning and thought, I will just do a few little posts….pah! Omicron…bring it on! I am the Grandad who can beat Omicron! I pretended to be a boxer….my wife already had it, I said it will not get me!

Big fucking mistake that was! I think that Miss Lucy Omicron heard me and thought…”Really!?”

She has kicked my arse fine style!

Then….fucking hell…like Lucy, she took over my mind. My dreams! Bloody hell…Lester Deadlock explaining the Maelstom of the mind….What the fuck?

I went to the toilet…got back in bed…it carried on…ate a meal…nodded off…back he came! My dead mother accusing me of saying she had no style….really telling me off! She was the most stylish woman I have ever known…wore evening gloves, pearls, fox fur, and when I used to go for pop and crisps, and watch them dance it was…”huh…she’s my mum you know!”….look! Here are my mum and my dad, my grandma was glamour puss too, and my Aunty Constance and Jo were classy and sexy! I would never say she was not stylish….yet she went mad at me in my dreams!

Then my dreams got weirder! Some dude trying to explain how a tornado works…..and I was to be tested! And MUST PASS THE TEST!!..Then, I was back in my old jobs…everything going wrong..I was in a panic.

My symptoms just like a heavy cold….but in my head…LUCY OMICRON WAS SO ACTIVE.

My head now feels like an echo chamber. I am worn out. A bucket full of snot lighter.

Last night, the strangest thing, my nose sort of popped. A nose bleed, just in a few seconds…it shot out like someone had spit out of my nose!

I have slept like a log, had toast and marmalade.

I need to sleep…it is all I am doing…sleeping

But I am okay.

Moral of the tale…don’t be a twat like me, pretend to box and say ‘come on Omicron, bring it on.”

My wife is right, sometimes I behave like a twat!

She’s tested negative now, but like me, is very weak.

So a bit of advice, treat Omicron with respect!

Asa