WHO: Carrick and Russell WHERE: Russ' hotel in town WHEN: Week 8. Thursday evening WHY: WARNING: Sex. Light to moderate erotic spanking.
As was often the case, Carrick was fed up and in search of something to do that would stave off the boredom of eternity.
The floods that had followed the unseasonal snowstorm hadn't affected his property too badly. The house was largely untouched but for a leak in one of the bay windows, which was the work of less than an hour to patch up. The gardens and the grounds were more of a problem. The paddock next to the stables was waterlogged and his blood bay gelding, Marron, was growing peevish and bad tempered at having to be cooped up in his loosebox instead of outside. Carrick was ensuring that a slave took the horse out onto the lawns to graze for a couple of hours each day, but it wasn't enough. His dogs, too, were unable to run off most of their energy, despite what seemed like endless hours of throwing things down the length of the long gallery on the first floor for them to fetch.
In what he knew might well be a failed attempt to escape from domestic issues, Carrick decided to walk into town as soon as it was dark enough. He moved at a brisk pace, hands in his pockets, enjoying the warmth of the late-summer night. He had no particular plans for the evening, ambling first to his favourite bookshop then to a bar for a quiet glass of bloodwine. He considered going to see a film at the small cinema - there was a season of the film noirs of the 1940s at the local arthouse theatre - but changed his mind when he found himself only a couple of streets from the hotel where Russel had told him he would be staying. Russell was always surprising him. Why not return the favour?
Hardly bothering to glance at the desk clerk, he made his way into the hotel and up to Russell's floor. Luckily his lover had texted him his room number earlier in the week. True to form, Carrick had forgotten it, but he had at least remembered to keep the text message. He knocked quietly on the door of the correct room, and stood composed while he waited for Russell to open it.