A Report of it's Extended Absence.

It apologizes for the long hiatus, as even after it returned from it's weekend with family it was unable to post a good report in a while. It's master seems understanding and pleased that it is back, he understands that it is busy with school among many things and even asked that it let him know if any of the rules need to be changed on necessity.

Despite it's absence from posting it is pleased to report that it followed most if not all of master's rules during the hiatus, with the few exceptions being necessity. It's injury is fully healed and thus it resumed it's daily anal tasks, trying to keep as busy as possible to keep it's enemas to a minimum.

It's trip was the final weekend of winter break. It's family took it to a rustic little cabin in the mountains to stay with relatives. It was led to it's own room, in a mountain style but nevertheless with an attached bathroom. In it's master's suitcase it has packed a bed-sheet so it can sleep on the floor and had neglected to pack underwear, with no need for it. It was late when it arrived and thus after thanking it's aunt for the room and saying goodnight it shut the door and locked it, undressing and opening the window to the crisp, cool mountain air.

It took it's time in front of the wide open window. There was much snow on the ground and the wind was angled so it blew right into the room. It began to shiver, it's nipples peaked and it's skin covering in goosebumps. It calculated it's risk of hypothermia, deciding that while master might have given it slack with regards to it's safety, it would not act based on this assumption. It would recognize the onset of hypothermia and immediately go into safety mode, running a hot shower for itself to warm up and then adding a quart to it's daily enema to make up for this lapse in the rules. This only happened once, on a night where a blizzard rolled in, and it had shut the window and bathed in hot water, the first actual warmth it had felt in a long time. After this it took it's now three quart enema and held it for as long as it feasibly could, nearly making itself cry with the pressure and cramping of a particularly harsh solution. It had used Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap, almost an ounce and half of it, as opposed to it's normal one-fourth dissolved bar of Ivory Soap. Spent it went to bed, under it's sheet on the hard wood floor of the bedroom, still cold but comparatively comfortable. Try as it might, it could not remember whether master had allowed it a pillow, and so it slept without one to be safe.

During it's trip it was able to take long walks in the frozen woods wearing almost nothing, returning to the cabin just short of hypothermia. Of course this was only when it's family was gone. It's relatives had molasses in great quantity and it experimented with a milk and molasses enema. This caused great cramping but nevertheless the soap enema still seems to be the most unpleasant it has taken. It plans tonight to try the baking soda and sugar solution prescribed earlier for particular torment followed tomorrow by the solution used to make the ice cubes that injured it a week or so ago, only this time taking far more of it in a liquid form. This has been described as entering Inquisition level pain, and with master speaking of ending it's punishment soon, it sees this as a fitting grand finale to it, which it will report on tomorrow.

For school this past week it's dress has been variations of the following formula. A skirt that comes a few inches above the knees made of a loose, lacy fabric allowing it to feel naked without exposing itself. Any kind of sleeveless top, usually a tank or halter top, not particularly promiscuous normally but out of season, worn under a sweatshirt zipped below the breasts, taken off immediately in class. On Tuesday and Thursday it was more daring, wearing short jean shorts and a camisole (known to some as spaghetti strap) tank top without a sweatshirt. On Thursday it hailed, and going to the bathroom to remove icy balls of hail (those that hadn't melted and soaked the white shirt) from it's cleavage is not something it cares to repeat.

While it sat through it's fourth period AP Calculus class inviting stares and feeling quite naked, since it didn't care to be suspended for breaking the dress-code (it was only a matter of time before a teacher commented on it's manner of dress) it went to it's locker and wore it's track and field sweatshirt for it's final two classes, Advanced Music Theory and Advanced Biochem at the local college. The sweatshirt had the consequence of being a little big and stretching below the hem of it's skirt on many occasions giving the illusion that it wasn't wearing anything else.

After school it had marching practice. For most schools this was Concert season, and indeed it was for it's band too, but while field shows were over we would soon have to march parades and thus, with class time spent playing symphonic concert music, marching would have to be done outside of school. It changed into it's drum major uniform as while other rehearsals were done in warm up, Thursdays was in full uniform. As a drum major the uniform it wore was slightly more flashy than the other uniforms but fundamentally it was the same as the rest of the band. The uniform consisted of pants that came up high above the wearer's waist and sat upon suspenders, and over this (covering the suspenders and high waist) was a blouse meant to look like a jacket that buttoned up but was instead awkwardly pulled over the wearer's head. To top it all off was a Shako with a tall plume indicating drum major, and black shoes with black socks. It comments that this is a very odd thing to wear with absolutely nothing underneath. It was all course, chafing fabric and the suspenders dug into the bare skin on it's shoulders and breasts. Upon looking at itself in the mirror of the bathroom stall it was changing in, listening to the chatter of the other band girls outside, it had for some reason instinctively arranged the suspenders to cover it's nipples, only to have them slide off as it struggled into the blouse.

A drum major to those unfamiliar is essentially a student conductor. If you've ever seen a stereotypical marching band think of the person that leads the band with a baton. Our band has five, two on each side conduction with hands and echoing the whistles and step of the lead drum major in front who conducts with baton. It is that lead drum major and while it would be difficult to even tell the gender of it underneath the uniform, let alone what it was wearing underneath, it still had the impression that everyone in the band knew and was staring for that reason as opposed to genuinely following it as a conductor. It was embarrassing inside it's mind only, and no one in hindsight really picked up, but the entire time this embarrassment weighed on it's mind. Friday was a repeat with another uniformed practice.

Which brings it to today. It has prepared to take it's baking soda-sugar enema today. To it's horror it has run out of ginger to use as a plug and thus will upon taking the enema lay in the bathroom with it's head near the drain and try to hold for an hour, if it releases early it will be saturated in it's own filth. It will take the other punishment enema tomorrow morning when it has a plug available. Wish it luck, and it hopes this report pleases it's master. Of course it has left out a lot of details, so it encourages viewers and master alike to ask questions about it's week in the comments of this post, if you feel so inclined.