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LOL Day Strapping (Video)

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To encourage my lurkers to come out and comment, I promised that I'd take one stroke of YS' London Tanners spanking strop for each comment I received for LOL Day.  Well, thanks to you all, I received 40 comments.

When I took 30 strokes of the cane last year, I was pretty quiet.  I don't know what was up with me this time around because I took this one like a baby.  I've gotten much worse from YS without even batting an eye but as you'll see, I was squirmy and squealy.  Oy.

Still, we had fun making this for you.  My panties say it all: Spank you!  Have a nice day!




From a Procrastinator

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I hate going more than two weeks without blogging.  I actually have a lot of things I want to write about yet any willingness to actually articulate said things has abandoned me.  However, now that I have a gloomy 25 hours of mandatory training for my work to complete by the end of the month, I'd rather write.  Or spend a day taking photos of random things.  Or finally start learning how to sew panties.  Even tackling the mound of laundry on my bedroom floor that my dog likes to sleep on sounds more appealing.  Sigh.

I've literally been a procrastinator since birth.  I spent a whole week after my due date hanging out in my mom's womb; only deciding to join the world just hours before the doctor was set to induce labor.  I pulled countless all-nighters in school frantically trying to finish papers or study for tests.  Nowadays, I'm constantly down to the wire in trying to meet deadlines at work.  Benjamin Franklin said, "Never leave that til tomorrow which you can do today." He obviously never met me and my religious adherence to the motto, "Why do today what can be done tomorrow."

YS has been reluctant to force me to complete my training hours because he feels my job is an area in which he shouldn't intrude.  He asked me a week ago if this was something I wanted him to make me do, and I told him no because then I would have actually had to do them.  I sort of wish he had made me do them little-by-little anyway because now I'm looking at a miserable weekend of listening to dry material if I don't want to spend hours doing them after work during the week.  On the other hand, I'm happy he didn't because I hate being told what to do and it would have made me grumpy.  A Catch-22 I suppose.

Well, I should probably get to it... right after I finish one more chapter of Game of Thrones. ;)

On an unrelated note, someone flagged one of my spanking videos from 2012 that I've been hosting on YouTube for adult content.  It seems like such a weird thing for someone to do because 1) they're unlisted and viewable to only those with the link, 2) the only way to get the link is through my blog (which is also not listed on search engines), and 3) unless someone is into spanking they wouldn't be perusing past posts of my blog so why would s/he object to an unlisted spanking video on YouTube? Anyhoo, I'm going to try migrating my content to DailyMotion in the next few days, and hopefully, that'll be a functional substitute.

Our First Anniversary

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Exactly one year ago, YS and I shared a fun and lovely day together.  It started off with brunch in the Mission, followed by shopping the district’s various boutiques (even a sex shop!), and then a spur of the moment guided tour of the studios of kink.com at the Armory.  Back at the hotel, he gave me a thrilling and intense spanking until I was putty.  Late that night, he confessed to me that he wanted to kiss me, which caught me off-guard.  Up until that point I had simply thought of us as the best of chums and nothing more; but then I realized that I wanted to kiss him too, and we spent hours cuddled in bed making out like teenagers.

So, I guess that was our first date even if I didn’t realize that it was a date at the time — and I couldn’t have asked for a better one.  What a wonderful year we have shared since that day.  What was supposed to be a to be a week-long no-strings-attached fling never ended, growing into so much more.  YS brings immeasurable joy into my life as my boyfriend, my lover, my dominant, and best of all, my best friend, all rolled into one amazing package.  I’ve never had a man be so attentive, sweet, affectionate, and loving.  He respects me and makes me feel valued.

Of course we’ve experienced a few less than optimal moments or misunderstandings but never once has he ever been deliberately hurtful or petty.   I might call him my “Grumpypants” but the truth is that he’s incredibly patient and understanding even on the days (especially on those hormonal ones) where I seem determined to gobble him up in my grouchiness.  If I were in his shoes, I would have already beaten me to death — and yet I’m still alive!  I think that shows that YS is dominant without being domineering, and makes me feel loved even when he’s horribly punishing me for breaking one of our agreed upon rules.  I trust him completely, which is why he can punish me when I won’t let anyone else do the same.

While our DD and D/s dynamics are significant to us, our relationship isn’t contingent upon kink.  We genuinely enjoy each other’s company — from spending hours talking on the phone to dancing around a living room.  I love that I can be myself around him, and he feels the same way about me.  There’s no pressure to be a “cool kid” around him when all I want to do is indulge my inner nerd.

In some ways, I can’t believe it’s only been a year.  When I look at a calendar and think about how much we’ve accomplished and experienced in such a short period of time, I’m in awe. At the same time, it feels like I’ve known YS for years and years because I’m slowly forgetting what life used to be without him in it.  We’ve grown together over this past year.  We’ve introduced each other to new things and experiences, but most importantly, we’ve made each other feel loved.  That’s the simple truth: we love each other.

Happy Anniversary, babe!  I love you

Mr. Grumpypants with his belt and Grumpy Bear glass!

A Tuesday Afternoon

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The front door slammed shut downstairs, and all five-pounds of the dog leaped off the bed barking ferociously.  The time on my laptop read just a little after two, and I paused, not knowing who was in the house.  Then I heard his heavy footsteps cross the living room and start up the stairs.

From where I reclined on the bed, I looked through the open bedroom door.  “Hi.  Why are you home?” I asked him when his head appeared at the top of the stairs.

“I came home early,” he answered with a smile that showed he was clearly pleased with himself.

“Why didn’t you let me know?”  I shut my laptop and moved it to the night table.

He crawled into bed with me.  “I wanted to surprise you.”

I snuggled into him, deeply breathing in the scent of his cologne, as he wrapped his arms around me.  He’d only been gone to the office for six hours but I’d already missed him.  We cuddled for a long time, talking about our day and other random chatter.

The daylight coming through the window slowly began to fade.  “We should probably get up, and I should change,” he suggested.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Wait,” he said, pushing me back down on the bed and flipping me onto my stomach.

Before I could object, he pulled down my lounge pants and swatted my bottom with his hand.

“Heyyyy!” I whined.

He ignored my protests and continued the spanking.  I threw both hands behind me to block his target but he quickly grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them to my back.  I tried twisting away to no avail; with his weight pressed against me, there was no where for me to go.

The spanking couldn’t have lasted for more than two minutes but when he finally released me, my bottom felt hot and sore.  I pouted up at him from the bed, my chin furrowed and my lips pressed together, as I rubbed my bottom.  “That hurt,” I said accusatorially.

He simply laughed at my scrunched face and kissed the top of my head.  “Now you can get up,” he chuckled as he left the room.

Kitchen Playtime (Video)

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I love being in the kitchen.  (Although I very much enjoy cooking, baking is where my heart finds its happy place.)  For my birthday last year, ellee and YS got me a lovely pink floral apron.  It's girly and frilly and so pretty that I can't bear to really use it for fear it might get dirty.

YS and decided to put it to use with a little sexy fun time in the kitchen -- meaning that I stripped down to nothing but the apron for a spanking in the kitchen.  The safety nerd in me cringes at the fact that I'm bent over a stove but it was the only angle in the kitchen that worked for us -- don't try this at home!  Anyhooooo, it was very, very fun getting a little roasted. :D

Taking His Birthday Spanking (Video)

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For YS' birthday a little ways back, I took HIS birthday spanking for him because he likes giving spankings (never getting) and I like being spanked.*  It's sort of a win-win situation for us.  So I put on some lingerie, he got out his paddle, and we had fun with 31 swats to celebrate 31 years of his grumpiness.  I say each year makes him a little grumpier. :P

However, taking his birthday spanking reminded me that I've never actually got one for my own birthday.  This is something we plan on rectifying later this year when my turn rolls around.  I'm younger than him, which means I'll be getting less swats... and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing...

Let's be honest.. birthday spankings are fun!

*YS and I have an agreement that he can't spank punish me on my birthday because, well, it's my birthday and no one should be sad on his or her birthday. I say that applies to other holidays as well but he disagrees with me there.

The Belting (M/F)

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It’s been a long, long time since I’ve added a bit of fiction here.  I have a theory as to why that is but I won’t go into that right now.  Instead, I’ll give you a glimpse into what’s been floating around in my mind today…


The heels of my black pumps clicked against the wooden floor as I followed him into the bedroom.  Just as I passed the doorway, he spun to quickly gather me up in his arms, pulling me in tightly for a kiss.  I could still taste the sweetness from desert on his lips.

It was a long, lingering kiss, and when I felt him pull away from me, all I could do was lock my eyes on his and smile.  He smiled back at me. 

“Take off your dress and shoes.”

His words sent a wave of shyness passing over me, and I wondered if he could see the flush I felt in my face.  As I fumbled with the zipper on the back of my dress while awkwardly kicking off my heels, he stepped back as if for a better view.  He said nothing but the look of appreciation clearly conveyed all that he was thinking.

I slipped out of my dress and it fell in a puddle at my feet.

“Bra and panties too.”

He’d seen me naked in the most graphic of positions countless times and yet I still felt embarrassed.  I felt my face grow hotter with each article of clothing that joined the discarded pile on the floor.

He undid the button at the cuff of his shirt, and then slowly and deliberately, began to roll up his sleeves; first the left, and then the right.  It was mesmerizing, and I forgot my bashfulness.

“Come here,” he said.  His words broke through my daze but I stood unmoving.

“Come here,” he repeated, not unkindly.  This time he held out his hand.

I took the few steps needed to reach his outstretched hand.  It soothed my nerves to feel his touch.  He led me to bed where he then stacked two plump pillows together.  I climbed onto the bed and lay with the pillows under my hips.

His large hand rubbed circles over my bottom before landing with a firm swat.  The warm-up was relaxing; hurting just enough to whet my appetite for more.  Closing my eyes, I settled into the bed and basked in the sensations.

My bottom felt warm and stingy when he stopped.  From behind me, I heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone.  Turning my head slightly, I watched as he pulled the leather through the loops of his pants.  The swooshing sound it made sent a tingle through my crotch.

He tapped the belt against me as if taking aim.  I expected him to swing it much harder against me but he didn’t.  In small increments, he slowly upped the intensity of his swings until the belt landed crisply against me; each stroke leaving just a little more heat.

He continued to strap me until I began crying out with each stroke and my hands clutched reflexively at the bedspread.  Still, the pain although teetering on overwhelming was almost relaxing.

He stopped to rub my bottom soothingly.  “I’m going to give you ten hard ones,” he announced.

I turned my head to look at him.  “Baby…” I protested nervously, speaking for the first time.  I peeked a look at his face.

He rested a hand on my bottom.  “Do you trust me?”

Despite my apprehension, I didn’t even need a moment to ponder his question.  “Yes, sir,” I whispered instantly before facing forward again.  I buried my face into the bed.

The belt struck fully across the middle of my cheeks.  The sound I made was a mixture of a shriek and a squeal.  A hand to the small of my back kept me in place , and I writhed against the bed in pain.

The next stroke caught me low, and I dissolved into tears.

I made no effort to count the strokes in my head, and lost track after the first few.  The pain of the belt and his hand rubbing my bottom blurred into one hazy pattern.

I was so lost in the pain that I was startled to hear him say, “This is the last one.”

Before I could fully comprehend the meaning of his words, the belt whipped me so ferociously that it completely took my breath away.  My scream caught up with a thoughts a second later.

Instantly, he joined me on the bed and scooped me into his arms.

“Shhhh…. Shhhh… You’re such a good girl,” he cooed, petting my hair.

He held me for a long while and let me sob into his chest as he continued to pet my hair and give me gentle kisses.  When my sob turned into sniffles, I leaned my head back to view his face and smiled.  He smiled back.

50 Freaks, Round II (My Weekend Recap)

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[NSFE]

Last year, I was one out of about 55 Freaks to descend on Vegas for a weekend hosted by Joe (DrLectr) and Ten.  This year that number grew to 87.  I really think that only Joe and Ten can draw so many people from all across the country for what is basically a small, private party.  The “50 Freaks” event is quickly turning into one of my favorites, and I can’t wait for next year’s.  Thank you for everything, Joe & Ten!

Normally, I try and break party report into parts but I’m biting the bullet and just doing it all in one go.  Long-live verbosity!

Thursday:

YS woke me up with a well-timed phone call at 4:30a.  “Good morning, sweetheart, are you awake?” he asked, and all I could do was mumble in reply.  “Can you put your two feet on the floor?” he suggested, ever-so-sweetly.  I couldn’t manage any words and I’m so grateful that he called me back 15 minutes later otherwise I would have missed my flight.

I got into Vegas around 8a and was at the Suncoast by 9:30a.  YS had arranged for me to check into the suite early, which was just awesome.  I knew others were already at or arriving to the hotel but I spent a few hours decompressing by myself.  I took a long bath in the giant tub and intermittently napped in between having to resolve a problem with one of my credit cards and also the rental car company.

The hours seemed to pass slowly, and when ellee and YS finally arrived around 8p, I was napping on the bed.  The three of us took some time together to say our hellos before we headed down to 960 (the main suite).  We met Corey and Maria in the hallway, and also spent hours saying hello to Stacy, Heather, Dave, dirk, and OS.  Usually suites at parties are sweltering but 960 was soooo cold that I stole Stacy’s blanket to wrap around me.

Around 4a, YS and I decided to return to our room for some alone time.  It was so late that I didn’t think we’d do anything other than sleep but he was suddenly spanking me because I wouldn’t show him my girly bits that I had gotten waxed the day before.  Normally, I get a Brazilian and have everything taken off but YS likes it when girls leave a little fur on the front.  I felt like the waxer had taken too much off and was embarrassed about how it looked, and I didn’t want YS to see.  He kept trying to flip me over and spanked me every time I fought against him.  It quickly turned into a full-blown spanking and I inevitably lost and he got his look-see.

We snuggled some more as he cheered me up about my waxing job by saying that he liked it.  I don’t know what prompted him but suddenly he was going down on me and it felt soooooooo good.  He started doing something with his tongue that made me feel like I’d melt away.  There must be something in the Vegas water because the sex that soon followed was utterly thrilling.  YS was saying all the right things, pulling me this way and that, spanking me in between, giving me loving kisses, pinned flat on my tummy, and my personal favorite, holding me up close to him as he fucked me.  Seriously…. Holy shit was it fucking hot. :D

After some post-shag snuggling, we both fell asleep.

Friday:

Ellee, YS, and I all woke up starving began the day with breakfast in the hotel cafe with Heather.  When we picked up Heather down the hall at her suite, I wasn’t going to be able to wait to chat with whomever might be up, and so I hurried her along by opening my mouth and miming shoveling food into it.

After breakfast, ellee, YS, and I engaged in some communal bath time.  Ellee and I didn’t get into the crayons but we had some fun with this purple light thingy, a row of wind-up ducks, and some dirty dogs that you can magically rub clean.

Originally, YS and I had planned to take some time visiting the strip. Unfortunately, I tried out ellee’s new hair curling thingamajig and it took almost two hours to finish my hair because I wasn’t used to using it.  By the time I finished, it was too late for a field trip. :(  Instead, YS and I went to the Target down the street for some bottled water and medicine for my “alien finger.”  I’ll get to explaining that right after I write about how YS spanked me in the MIDDLE of a Target aisle.  I was being mouthy, and he made my apologize by saying, “I’m sorry, Sir.”  I should have stopped being mouthy then because when I didn’t, he grabbed me and swatted me several times. O.o

Back to my alien finger… or at least that’s what I called my middle finger because the day before it somehow got infected and started to swell horribly and throb.  After our bath YS had tried (unsuccessfully) to squeeze out the infected part and I literally near passed out from how badly it hurt.  After a glass of Cava that YS had gotten for me to try and some topical anesthetic, ellee tried popping it with a sewing needle.  YS held me over his lap and CaringJoe tried distracting me with questions every time I screamed.  Immediately, my finger felt better, and I was just relieved that it was no longer throbbing.

CaringJoe, Ellee, YS, and I went to dinner at the sushi place in the hotel.  We were seated at the bar, and while our waitress was super nice, I think she was confused by the fact that YS was kissing both ellee and me.  Then again, she might have thought we were prostitutes like the family who wouldn’t get on the elevator with us after dinner.  Maybe it was because ellee was wearing the teeniest plaid skirt with a shirt that read, “Daddy, I want a pony,” because as a few kids with their parents were about to get on the elevator that was empty besides us, we heard the father say, “We’ll take the next one.”

Ellee left with CaringJoe to the party suite and YS and I stayed in our room to play.  YS sat cross-legged on the bed and beckoned me over his lap.  Despite being quite familiar with the position, I still felt weirdly shy.  He started me off with a nice hand spanking to warm me up.  Even with a long warm-up, I was feeling rather sensitive, and when he began strapping me, I couldn’t stay still.  I wiggled, tried to crawl away, and kept putting my hands back to protect my poor butt.  I heard him reach for the wrists restraints and I automatically begged him for another chance.  “You get one more chance,” he warned, tossing the restraints aside.  However, when he smacked me with a wooden paddle, I couldn’t help myself again, and he cuffed my hands behind my back.

The spanking continued for a long time.  Throughout it all, YS would made me open my legs or flip me over to look at my girly bits, which for some reason, made me feel embarrassed.  He also slapped me several times fully on my sex before pulling out the hitachi, which marked the transition to sexy time.  He placed it beneath me and let me lie on it while he simultaneously fingered me.  To my surprise, he kept the restraints on my wrists as we got rabbity.  The first thing he said to me was, “This p—-y is mine.  I can fuck it any way I want.”  His words sent a pleasant shiver all over me, and we had another round of pretty amazing sex.  (Seriously, I wanna know what’s in he Vegas water.)

I put myself back together, and YS and I rejoined the others in the main party suite.  We left to go say hello to Jules and Mike in their suite and stayed there for a short while before returning the main suite.  Seeing that the large ottoman just in front of the coffee table was free, YS had me kneel on the plush top portion on all fours.  He had his spanking strop with him, and he put it to good use.  It hurt but felt so satisfying as the leather impacted against me.

I asked YS for a picture, and he obliged.  After he had snapped a few photos, I pushed myself upright to simply kneel on the ottoman.  When I said something sassy to YS, he shoved me back over the ottoman.  Unfortunately, as he pushed me down, Heather had miscalculated sneaking past the teeny tiny gap between the ottoman and coffee table because her arm accidentally hit my forehead and her elbow jabbed me in the eye.

Well, as most spankos like me will learn, there’s good pain and bad pain.  For me, getting hit in the eye is definitely not good pain.  It felt like my eye was going to roll out of it socket, and I clutched at it.  Unfortunately, some people had laughed thinking that I wasn’t hurt, and I felt horribly embarrassed.  Immediately, YS cradled my head, and ellee came over to make sure I was ok.

It took me a minute or two until I didn’t think I’d cry in public.  I wasn’t horribly wounded but it sort of sapped the energy out of me.  I was tired, and I laid my head against YS while he rubbed my hair soothingly and made a mess of my curls, i.e, turned the back into one giant, teased rat’s nest.  His fingers running through my hair felt delicious, and I was soon ready for me.  I must have looked like a walking disaster because Jules jokingly teased that it was “walk of shame.”  I can’t argue with her there since I had rumpled hair and at one point was missing my shoe.

Back in our room, I was surprised to see ellee’s unicorn, Anthony, mounting my precious Liam the Unicorn Pony.  “Wow,” I said to YS, “Did you see this?  Ellee must be in a special in a special mood.”  With a casual shrug, YS replied, “I don’t know.”  With that mystery, YS and I climbed into bed.  As tired as I was, it was still difficult for me to fall asleep with all the adrenaline in my system, so YS and I stayed up cuddling and talking with each other for another hour.  I loved the feeling of his skin against mine when I spent a bit of time lying on top of him.



Saturday:

I woke up around 8:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep.  I stayed in bed until 9:30 before giving up and sneaking into the bathroom for a shower.  I hadn’t planned on washing my hair but with the giant hair lump at the back of my head, it was inevitable.  I texted to see who was awake, and when Maria responded, I walked down the hall in a robe and towel in my hair to visit with her and Jules.

Everyone in the “Tanner Suite” was already awake, and I climbed into bed with Maria and Jules for a bit before we all migrated to the dining table.  I was talking with Mike Tanner about how YS and I had spent the last bit of our night talking and how that often was the case, he sweetly commented, “Ah, young love.” <3

There were plans for brunch, and I called YS to see if he wanted to go.  The poor thing was so sleepy he kept saying, “Whaaaat?” to everything I said or asked.  Thankfully, ellee was still in bed to get him up because she wanted breakfast too.

Mike, Jules, YS, ellee, Stacy, Dave, OlympiaSpanker, Corey, Maria, RainySpanker, Heather, and I drove a few miles away to try a Hash House A-Go-Go.  We’d never been there before, but thankfully Dave warned us the plates were huge and big enough to share or we would have over ordered.  YS, ellee, and I decided to share some bacon, fruit, and a country fried chicken eggs Benedict that had once been featured on Man vs. Food.  I don’t think YS was all that impressed with it, bu I was so hungry that it tasted like a gift from the gods.

While at breakfast, I was telling Corey and Maria about Liam and Anthony’s unicorn romp in the bedroom.  It was then that YS confessed that he had put the two unicorns together (because every knows unicorns are gay) and had let ellee and I think that it was the other who had positioned them in such a way!  I can’t say it as all that bad of a thing because, as Corey said, “Anthony does look majestic.”

We didn’t get back from brunch until around 2:30p.  ellee wanted use of the suite for a scheduled scene, so YS and I wandered over to hang out in Jules’ suite.  It was nice having that time to digest and relax with some of my favorite people.  Unfortunately, YS and I hadn’t realized that the Tights Thongs Yogapants and Leggings (TTYL) party was scheduled for 4p or we probably would have showered and changed for it then.  Neither one of us felt decent to go to the main suite so we wandered the casino for a bit and gambled our allotted $20.  What I really wanted to do was play the Willy Wonka machine but by the time that it freed up, I had spent all of my money.

Around 6pm, YS and I returned to the room to see if ellee had finished her scene.  Fortunately, it had just gotten done, and the three of us scrambled to change for Dirk’s surprise party for his birthday.  The day was catching up with YS and me, and we were both a little grouchy.  I left the suite first because there was no way I was going to be late for Dirk’s party especially since he’s always been so wonderfully kind to me.  I was worried that YS and ellee would be late but they both made it on time.

RainySpanker had been put in charge of keeping track of Dirk but had somehow missed his instructional text.  It took a bit of wrangling, but we finally managed to get Dirk to OlympiaSpanker’s suite.  The thing I love about Dirk is that he’s the least self-centered I’ve ever met.  As he walked into the suite on his birthday, the fact that the party was for him didn’t register.  He later told me that he first though, “Oh cool, they’re having a party for OS.”  When he finally realized that the party was for him, the look of pure joy on his face was incredibly heartwarming.

What’s a birthday party at a spanko event without lots of birthday spankings?  After we sang Dirk happy birthday, crowned him with a huge birthday hat and pin, and ate some cake, he got to give spankings to all the girls in the room.  While some of the spankings were going on, YS and I snuck outside to take a moment to “de-grouch” together in the hallway.  When I returned to the room, Dirk announced that I hadn’t received my birthday spanking.  I happily bounced over to him and went over his lap.  Dirk was adorably funny and kept saying he was losing count.  I believe I received spank #20 about three times with at least ten spanks in between them. :P  I have no idea he actually gave me in total but it was a ton of fun.  Happy Birthday, Dirk! <3

In between the birthday party and going up to the main suite for some fun, there was a bit of a snafu which required a girly pow-wow session.  YS, ellee, and I ended up with Jules, Maria, Aurora, Header, and Stacy in our bathroom for a chat.  I think YS was amazed at the conversation the seven of us girls had, and he said, “I feel like I just witnessed some secret girl thing that guys don't get to see and it was really awesome.”

You’d think that after that girly time I would have been talked out, but not long after we went up to the suite, ellee and I squirreled ourselves away in the bathroom for another hour.  She and I had such a good and much needed talk.  Poor YS… we’d forgotten to tell him where we were, and he ended up worriedly looking for us.

After spending a lot of time talking with people, YS and I went back to OlympiaSpanker’s suite to play some games.  I forgot what happened but YS uncharacteristically told OS to spank me with the strap and I got pushed over the back of a couch.  Stacy, being the horribly mean person she is <3, was taunting me for a good portion of it.  She even looked me in the eye and said, “Beth, look!”  When I did, she faked tracing a tear down her cheek from her eye.

Well, the tables were soon turned because it was Stacy’s turn next.  I sat right beside her, and said, “Stacy, look!”  She didn’t want to look at me but I somehow got her to do it, and Little Miss Meaniepants got a taste of her own medicine.  Every time Stacy yelped, I would say, “Awwwwwwwwww.”  Some of my sympathy for her disappeared when she rejected me, saying, “I don’t wanna hear your fake sympathy sounds!”

I love playing games.  Sadly, I’m weird about being spanked by people, so usually I end up sitting out.  This time, ellee, YS, and I got to play a word game on a team, and it worked out fantastically because ellee could be my spanking proxy.  The girl does love her spankings!  Entirely on our own merit, and without any cheating whatsoever, our little love team came in 2nd place!  Yay!  When one of the questions was to name a “cheesy celebrity,” Stacy put up “One Direction” and stared at me.  I couldn’t let her get away with that, so I jerked her off the couch and pulled her over my lap to give her a few spanks.  This was literally a time where it hurt me more than it hurt her because after just four or five spanks, my “alien fingers” was throbbing again.  :(

YS and I decided to call it a night after one long round of “Likewise.”  Although I wanted to stay, I desperately needed to lie down in bed.  Just as we had the night before, YS and I talked for an hour before falling asleep.

Sunday:

Ellee tried waking us for spanking court at noon.  The key word is tried.  YS and I could not get out of bed even though we both really enjoy Dave’s court.  I was glad for the extra sleep because it mean that I got about 5 hours total, which is a fantastic amount for me at a spanking party.  If only I could sleep that way every night!

YS and I lay in bed, and after some rather heavy petting from me, I woke him up with a morning blow-job. :D  I then drew us a bath, and YS and I relaxed in the tub together.

After I had showered and changed, I was feeling antsy.  I was teasing YS, and when he told me to knock it off, I left the bathroom in a faux huff.  I swung my hand behind me and it smacked him on the butt.  Immediately, he grabbed me and pushed me over the bed.  Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen him grab something off the floor, which I presumed to be a strap.  It felt horrible as it cracked against me, and within the first two swats with it, I started apologizing.  When YS finally let me go, I realized that he hadn’t been spanking me with a leather implement but with one of my jelly flip flops.  I had no idea a flip flop could hurt that much!  

YS and I call our tummies the “Linked Tummy Hive-mind” because we do a lot of thinking with them.  The only reason YS and I left the hotel room that morning was to go in search of chicken fingers at the TGI Friday’s.  We happily snacked together before YS let me gamble ellee’s $20 at the Willy Wonka machine.  This time, instead of gambling separately, I sat on his lap and we played together.  I thought we might win some money when we hit a bonus round but after an amusing 5 minute long show, we won a grand total of $1.80.

House-keeping was still cleaning our room, so YS and I cuddled on the couch.  He laid his head in my lap, and I massaged his head.  When the maid left, YS gave me a little hand spanking.

Unfortunately, my alien finger which had started bothering me again when I spanked Stacy was becoming extremely painful again.  Ellee and CaringJoe came to our suite, and I again had to endure another painful faux lancing of my finger.  It was even more horrible than the first time.

As ellee got ready for the evening, I started complaining to her how YS had been mean and that I hadn’t deserved he flip-flop spanking he’d given me in the morning.  When I wouldn’t say that it had been deserved, YS chased me around the bed where he inevitably caught me.  He spanked me with that awful flip-flop again, this time smacking my thighs whenever I put my hand back. :(

Upstairs in Joe’s suite, I stayed close to YS.  He was sitting on a chair across from where I perched on the ottoman, and I had a sudden desire to sit by his feet.  I’d never done this with him before nor had I ever done with anyone in public, but it was just something I wanted to do.  I sat on the floor and put my head in his lap while he lovingly stroked my hair.


The time seemed to pass quickly as more people entered the suite.  I was starting to feeling masochistic, and I asked YS to strap the inside of my thighs.  Standing in front of him with my skirt pulled up, he gave me a few on each leg with his spanking strop.  It was hot, and not too much later, I asked him for another set.  Then I wanted some thigh turkeys, and he gave me some of those too.

It’s sort of become tradition at parties that YS spank ellee and I together.  He put two chairs side-by-side, and ellee and I kneeled over them for our dual strapping.  The best part about being strapped with ellee is being able to kiss her when things start to get hurty.

I left YS to sit on Joe’s (DrLectr) lap, and we talked and talked.  Joe is a very, very special person to me.  Joe seems to be a rather common name for our scene, and so to distinguish him when I talk to YS or ellee, I call him “my Joe.”  Other than YS, Joe is probably the guy I talk to the most.  We text almost every other day, and somehow manage to have three hour telephone conversations. <3  Other than with CeeCee or YS, I never spend that much time with anybody on the phone.  I can tell him just about anything.  He’s really one of the most good-hearted people I’ve ever had the honor of knowing.

Joe and I had missed playing with each other at the Christmas party, and I was looking forward to catching up with him.  Before we went off to one of the bedrooms, I told him that I didn’t want to play too hard because YS and I had things planned for later that night.  What I love about Joe is that he’s always so incredibly respectful of limits, which is why I’m comfortable enough to play with him when most of my play these days is limited to just YS.

In the bedroom, Joe sat on the bed and had me go over his lap for a warm up with his hand.  Most of the time when Joe and I play, we chit-chat about nothing at all as he spanks me.  He understands that I don’t like being “Topped” or “Dom’ed” by anyone other than YS, and since I know he just really enjoys the act of spanking, I don’t wonder about if I’m boring him.  Joe’s poor right hand was giving out from all the spankings he’d given, and he asked if he could switch to his left.  I agreed, and for the most part, I couldn’t even tell the difference.

I’m shy about playing with other people because I’m very specific in my needs.  However, the scene Joe and I shared was exactly what I wanted from him.   When I was sufficiently warmed-up, Joe had me lie over a pillow placed at the foot of the bed.  Remembering my hatred of thuddy implements, he chose two stingy straps. With a strap in each hand, he gave me double strapping that pretty much rocked my world.  He started it off lightly and gradually upped the intensity.  Not a single stroke missed or wrapped, and I could just enjoy the sensations without worry.  Halfway through he switched to two heavier looking straps but they still were delightfully stingy.  I was amazed at how well he could read me, keeping the intensity of strokes just below the level I didn’t want to go over.  I felt like I could have stayed there for an hour.  When we finished, I was giddy from all the endorphins.  I chattered like an excited chipmunk to Joe about how much I had loved what he had just done as I bounced excitedly on the bed.  It put me in the greatest mood for the rest of the night.

Completely energized, YS and I wandered for a bit being social.  When I saw ellee being led away by CaringJoe and InspectHerHide, I followed them into the other bedroom to see what they were planning.  It ended up being a massage for a sore ellee, and I happily lay with her until they were done.

Since YS is always so great about letting us girls do whatever makes us happy at these parties, ellee and I made sure to go back with YS to our room for a bit of private time.  Although I had met ellee a few months before last year’s 50 Freaks, that party turned out to be the first time we really bonded.  This weekend was an anniversary of sorts for us, and we decided to re-create the bath time she and I had shared the previous year.

Before YS joined us in the tub that ellee had colored purple with bath fizzies, he gave me a quick spanking.  I’d forgotten how much a wet-bottom spanking hurt, and when he switched to the paddle, I was squirming and yelping.


After a long, extended time in the tub, the three of us moved to the bed for some extra special sexy time.  (We had a bit of a pervy audience because the unicorns Liam and Anthony were watching us from the dresser where they were holding hooves.)  Afterwards, as ellee and I relaxed on the bed, YS got up and rounded the bed.

“And the best part of all?” he asked.

“Yea?” we asked, wondering what he was talking about.

Beep beep!  He pushed the button to the camera that was set up on the tripod at the foot of the bed.  At the same time, it finally dawned on ellee and I that he had been filming the whole thing!  We’d simply assumed that the camera was there from some filming we’d done earlier in the day.

“You’re an asshole!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah,” he agreed, chucked gleefully.

It was 6 a.m. but ellee decided to make the most of her last two hours in Vegas and left.  YS and I had planned several things for our last night but I was so exhausted and I knew he had to be too.  I was surprised when YS brought over his implement bag.  I insisted that we didn’t have to play but he told me to hush because he wanted to get me one last time.

Since we were both undressed, I asked, “Are we doing this naked?”

“If you want,” he shrugged.

I did!  I don’t know why but clothing just seemed superfluous.  YS sat on the bed and I went over his lap.  I loved the feeling of nothing but our skins touching.  He gave me a long warm up, and I tried to savor my last spanking with his hand.  A while later, out came his strap and paddle, and I struggled, causing him to pin me closer to him.

I’d forgotten all about them until YS pulled out the clothespins.  He began attaching them to the lips of my sex, my stomach, and all over my breasts.  I cried out every time he would wiggle them, the teeth painfully pulling at my skin.  I begged him to take them off, and when I reflexively moved to brush them off, he threatened to crop my tits.

Seemingly out of nowhere, he had his violet wand in his hand.  I began begging again, asking him to not use it on me.  Despite what I said, I secretly would have been disappointed had to he stopped.  I’d forgotten how intense the zaps of the wand could be especially combined with the painful sensations of the clothespins still on me.  Scared of waking the neighbors, I smothered my full-strength, shrieking screams by pressing a pillow against my face.

It seemed to go on forever.  Finally, he set aside the violet wand and started to unclip the clothespins.  This brought another fresh round of begging as I pleaded with him to not take them off; this time scared of painful feeling of blood rushing back to my most sensitive areas.  He gave me a few seconds to recover before flipping me back onto my stomach to give a fierce and intense strapping.  As much as it hurt, the pain was satisfying.

We were both exhausted.  YS laid his head back and opened his arms to me.  The moment I crawled into them, he was asleep and I joined him in dreamland a second later.

Monday:

An hour later, our alarm went off.  YS went for a quick shower while I tried to sneak a few more minutes in bed.  Ellee returned a bit later, and the three of us packed frantically.  I threw all my clothes into my suitcase without even bothering to fold things.  The little sleep and the anxiety of saying goodbye had me in tears even before we even left the hotel room.  We walked down to the rental car together and had a rushed goodbye.

I couldn’t bear to go back to my suite even to sleep, so I popped over to OlympiaSpanker’s where he and Dave were awake.  I was so utterly spent that I started making up non-existent words in my conversation with Dave.  RainySpanker left a bit later, and I stole his newly emptied bed for some much needed sleep.  When it was time to check out of the hotel, I spent the rest of the day in the daze until it was time for my flight.

The Awful Punishment

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“Go upstairs and wait for me.” 

We stared at each other for a moment, and after heaving a dramatic sigh, I proceeded to thump my way up the stairs.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

The wooden stairs reverberated satisfyingly beneath my feet.  I snuck a peek back at him over my shoulder.

He looked at me unamused, calmly asking, “Do you need to wait in the corner?”

Did I?  No, I didn’t. 

Biting back a retort that I knew would ensure my face spending time against the wall, I quietly resumed my ascent and made my way to the bedroom.  There I flopped face-down onto the bed.  

He didn’t keep me waiting long.  Two minutes later he joined me in the bedroom and climbed onto the bed to sit cross-legged by me.  “I want to talk to you,” he said, patting my thigh.  Still flat on the bed, I turned my head to look up at him.

For the first time in our relationship, he lectured me.  Really lectured me.  In an uncharacteristically serious tone, he scolded me for missed bedtimes, missed medicine, my attitude toward him, and my general lack of submissiveness.  It was a conversation long-overdue and one I had hoped he’d forget.

“But…”

“Hush,” he shushed me when I tried to interject.

By the time he finished, I felt an inch tall.  Already I felt the absence  of my playful, sweet, and loving boy — now replaced with this solemn person I barely recognized.  The hardness in his voice scared me.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

He slid off the bed and began rummaging through the bag of implements.

“I said I was sorry!”

Continuing to ignore me, he reached into the waist band of my yoga pants and panties and pulled them straight off my legs.  A second later, his hand smacked me in flurry of hard swats.  His hand felt as hard as a board.  The two dozen or so swats with his hand was all the warm up he gave me.  To soon I felt a leather strap across my bottom, and any hope I might have had of keeping myself together was gone.  Each time I flipped onto my side, he’d simply push me back down on to my tummy.

The red, heart-shaped paddle, the one I almost always declined to play with for fun,  made a lengthy appearance, and in a remarkably short period of time, I began to cry.

The next few minutes passed slowly as he went through much of his toy bag — the hairbrush, the thuddy end of his spanking strop, the thin cane, the long crop, and blue acrylic cane — before returning to the first strap with which he had begun.

I struggled and cried out futilely.  He simply pushed down on both of my legs with one of his hands, effectively pinning me to the bed.  Whenever I put my hands behind me, he’d simply strike my thighs.  All I could do was cry.  

The neighbors were going to hear me, I thought to myself, and the police were going to come thinking that he was murdering me.  At first I tried screaming into the pillow to muffle the noise but as the spanking went on, none of my thoughts could extend beyond trying to endure how much my bottom and thighs burned and answering his questions.

It was never going to end, I thought to myself.

“I can’t.  I can’t.  Please, baby, I love you,” I begged desperately, hoping to evoke some pity.  Still, nothing I said made any difference, and he continued undeterred.

“Are you happy with the rules I give you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.  I know it’s because you love me.”

He held up the Compass rose paddle.  “If you hold still for 10 of these you’ll be done.  If you move even once… If you move even once it’s going to be terrible.  Do you understand?”

My heart sank as I contemplated whether I could actually withstand ten swats with that thuddy and dense wood.

“I just need a second!” I begged, trying to stall so I could catch my breath.

“You just got a second,” he replied, and immediately, swatted my bottom with the paddle.

I made no effort to keep count, and I lost track of the swats beyond the first three.  My fingers clutched at the comforter, and it took every last ounce of willpower to keep from flipping over, squirming away, or putting my hands back.

Somehow I made it through the ten swats, and we were done.  He quickly tucked his implements back into his bag and climbed up on the bed.  Immediately, I popped into his lap, grateful for the feeling of his arms around me, and cried into his chest; my tears leaking onto his shirt.

At the Rainbow's End (Video)

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Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Did you know that according to legend a leprechaun must grant a human who captures him three wishes in exchange for freedom?  Luckily for me, YS forgot that bit of trivia because I don't ever want to escape from being his little leprechaun. ♥

Even as a leprechaun I'm apparently a deviant because while your average leprechauns "spend all their time busily making shoes," I spend most of my free time these days sewing panties.  (You can't really see the print but I made scrunchy panties out of some Snoopy/St. Patrick's Day themed fabric.)

This outfit originally was supposed to include a tie, but being the ironing idiot novice that I am, I didn't realize you can't heat cheapo synthetic fabrics without them instantly melting.  Oops.  I guess I'm not that lucky after all.  >.<

Mine (M/F)

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It's been more than a year since I've posted anything for my Smutty Sunday series.  This one isn't as graphic as the ones I've written in the past but I think it's still smutty enough fiction to add to this category. ;)  

She walked out of the bathroom in her plush robe as she toweled her damp hair.  She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and asked, “Did I take too long?  Do you want me to hurry?”

He shook his head.  “Nope, we still have a lot of time.  You don’t need to rush.”

“Oh good,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He watched her continue to dry her hair from the closet where he stood buttoning up his dark blue shirt.

“What?” she asked, suddenly feeling shy at the attention.

“I just like looking at you,” he smiled.

She smiled back at him.

He selected a tie from his rack, but rather than putting it on he crossed the room to the bed.  He dropped the tie on the bed and leaned over to kiss her lips.  She could taste the mintiness from his freshly brushed teeth.

Suddenly, he put a hand on her shoulder and gently eased her backwards.  She lay on her back looking up at him with her legs hanging over the side of the bed.

“Baby,” she murmured hesitantly when he began tugging at the fabric belt of her robe.

He silenced her with one look, and opened the fronts of her gown so they laid on either side of her.  His eyes gazed over her nakedness slowly as if taking in each square inch of her skin.  With both hands he caressed her breasts before abruptly pinching each nipple simultaneously.

She squealed at the shock.

“These tits are mine,” he said before releasing them from his fingers and resumed running his hands over her tenderly.

She continued looking up at him and said what she knew he wanted to hear, “Yes, sir.”

He smiled at her approvingly and then began to pull her out from the arms of the robe.  Lifting her slightly, he rolled her naked onto her stomach.  His hands travelled up and down her back and over her butt.

Squeezing her cheeks in hand, he declared, “This bottom is mine.”

The moment she replied, “Yes, sir,” his hand landed on her bottom with a resounding smack.  He rubbed out the sting for just a few seconds before surprising her with a hard and fast flurry of swats against her skin made soft by her long shower.

She moaned and tried to roll on her side.  He caught her attempt before she managed to lift her hip an inch off the bed and pushed her down with a hand placed firmly at the small of her back.  He continued the spanking, changing up the speed by alternating between a quick succession of spanks and ones that were spaced out with rubs in between.  Despite the pain, she found herself relaxing into the bed, soaking up the feeling of his hands on her.

Her bottom burned when he stopped and ordered, “Spread your legs.”

She complied immediately, opening her legs shoulder length apart.  She heard him unzip the front of his pants.  

He pushed into her easily, facilitated by her wetness.  “This pussy is mine.”

She gasped at the sudden fullness.  “Yes, sir.”

Spanked in the Tub (Video)

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I'd forgotten how much a wet-bottom spanking hurts until YS gave me a reminder while I was playing in the bath with ellee.  His hand alone stung like bees and on top of that he spanked me with that darn dollar-something toy paddle I bought for fun at the WorldMarket.  At least I got to splash around in pretty purple water.

Love & Spankings on the Boardwalk (A Recap of BBW 2014)

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A boardwalk that I never saw except from a window because once I arrived at the hotel for BBW I didn't take one step outside of it until it was time to go home!  I’ve finally finished writing about the party of the year filled with lots of spanking play and one icky punishment from my lover.  I’m not splitting it into parts so you’ll just have to suffer this unwieldy post.


Wednesday

My day of traveling was terrible.  I barely made my first flight after frantically running through the airport and somehow lost my anniversary diamond necklace from YS while going through security.  But it was all worth it the minute I saw YS pull up to the curb to collect me with a huge hug and a very loving kiss.

My rather delayed flight landed in Philadelphia at 1:00a in the morning, and by the time we drove out to Atlantic City it was already 3:00a.  After briefing popping into a room to say hello to ellee, Stacy, Jules, Maria, Heather, Dave, OlympiaSpanker and a few others my empty tummy directed me to forage for some late-night hotel food.  Of course, once my tummy had its fill, exhaustion hit, and YS took me back to our room.

It was so late that I expected us to simply cuddle and sleep but YS had other ideas.  As he sat cross-legged on the bed, he had me lay over his lap.  Since we often go a month or two without seeing each other, the first spanking whenever we’re back together again is indescribably thrilling.   It never ceases to amaze me how comfortable and familiar being over his lap can be.  The skin of his legs felt so wonderful beneath me.  However, I’d forgotten how much a spanking can hurt, and when his hand started hitting my bottom, I was squirmy within a matter of seconds.

Taking a page out of the Jules playbook, I jokingly complained, “I’ve changed my mind!  I’m not a spanko anymore!”

“Oh, well.  That’s too bad for you,” he replied unsympathetically, still continuing to spank me.

We both started laughing, and as much as YS’ hand hurt, I began to enjoy the pain.  Afterwards, YS pulled me close to him to cuddle, and as much as I wanted to stay up and talk with him a little more, I happily fell asleep with a warm bottom.


Thursday

ellee, YS, and I woke up in time to make it to the “Lunch with the Organizers” event at noon.  Although BBW used to officially start on Fridays, due to so many early arrivals the event has expanded to include Thursday.  Still, I was surprised to see how many of “us” filled the restaurant.  It was nice to catch up with other early arrivals such as Korey Mae Johnson whom I’d seen at a bunch of parties but with whom I’d never really had an opportunity to converse.

After lunch, ellee, YS, and I changed into our swimsuits for the Pool Party hosted by Richard Windsor.  Despite it being my second time at the Hotel, I’d never seen the pool and was surprised to see that it was an indoor one.  When we first walked in, it felt uncomfortably sweltering, and I wondered if I could last more than 10 minutes in the “greenhouse.”  However, once in the cool water, I found it quite pleasant.  YS, ellee, and I fooled around in the pool, and YS being the good boyfriend gave me pony rides even in the deep end.  When we weren’t splashing around, we were chatting with other party goers or trying to avoid a very inquisitive 4 year old (who was NOT with us, for the record, but was there with her family as a vanilla hotel guest).  Korey and I called it surviving the “Spanish inquisition” because the child was relentless with her questions.

We finally left the pool hours later so we could shower and get ready for the early registration in the Cafe.  Dave very graciously lifted me out of the pool because I was too lazy to swim down to the end, and YS sweetly toweled me dry.

On the way back to our hotel room I spotted Sarah_Rocks and PullsPantiesDown (PPD)!  I hadn’t seen both of them since our trip to New Orleans back in January 2013.  I ran over, and Sarah picked me up even though my dress was still quite damp from the bikini still underneath it.  I was so excited to introduce them to ellee and YS.  Even though I would have loved to keep chatting, we left Sarah and PDD to finish checking in.  Plus, it was starting to look like I was lactating because of my wet bikini.  :P 

There’s something about party environments (my guess is probably from being surrounded by all the spanking and everyone talking about the spanking) that makes YS even more aggressive in a very, very, very yummy way.  As I lay on the bed in just towel after a quick shower, he pounced on me and starting spanking me hard with his hand.  When I squeaked out, “HEY!” in protest, he simply chuckled evilly and kept smacking away.  One of his hands pressed down around my ankles kept me from escaping the line of fire.  When he was done, I tried giving YS a disgruntled face but that lasted for all of two seconds before I dissolved into laughter.

The Cafe was already extremely busy when we got there a little after 8 p.m.  The time flew by so quickly as I chatted with Ty (who surprised us by making it!), Buzz, Mike W., Tomdiscp, Missy, Jen, StephenLewis, Zoe, Dirk, Roslyn, and so many more wonderful folks.  I felt like I was there for an hour but it was soon late into the evening and time to head up to the suites.

Unfortunately, I was a little bit under the weather that evening, and not wanting to ruin myself for the party, I decided to take it easy.  Nick asked me to play and I had to put him off, which I now really regret because we never got a chance to catch up later and I had so been looking forward to playing with him.  YS and I also had to shelve some plans for another time.  Still, I had a really fun night talking with other attendees until the wee hours of the morning.

Around 4 a.m., YS and I decided to call it a night and went back to our room.  Even though I was physically exhausted, I couldn’t turn off my brain.  I was a little upset at having to miss a night of play and I was starting to get anxious that I might end up being under the weather the whole time.  I tried thinking about counting sheep or focusing on a plain white sheet of paper.  Nothing worked until my brain decided that Smurfs would be a good alternative.  I could imagine their Smurfy voices and Papa Smurf’s red pants and hat.  The last thought I had was all the Smurfs merrily going en masse down Hippopotamus Lane…


Friday

Originally, I had planned on going to the Newbie Party to help introduce first-timers to BBW but the three of us overslept.  We decided to slowly prepare for the Bunny Meet and Greet at 2 p.m.  While ellee was in the shower, I shyly asked YS, “Will you give me a spanking?”

I don’t know why it’s so hard to ask for a spanking even though I love them but it just is.  YS just smiled and replied, “Of course, bunny.”  Over his lap I went, and he gave me a long and fun hand spanking.  While I enjoy playing with implements, my favorite thing to be spanked with is just a bare hand.  I was lapping up each swat while hoping he never stopped spanking me.  It was such a delicious experience, and it put me into a great mood.  At one point, I started chuckling to myself, and YS stopped to ask, “Why are you laughing?”  I told him I was so happy that a laugh just popped out.



Normally, it takes me about 45 minutes to curl my hair but maybe because it was still angry about being exposed to pool water the day before that my hair would not cooperate.  By the time I managed to get my curls looking semi-decent, change into sequined shorts, and have YS lace me into my corset, I was extremely tardy to the meet and greet where I was expected to be a bunny.  The minute I got there I was given a shot of liquor and thrust into a line to do a performance of a “bunny hop.”  I’m woefully out of shape, and the corset was squeezing me, so after a minute or so of hopping, I pretty much wanted to die.

Neither ellee, YS, and I had eaten since our lunch at the cafe the day before, so when I spotted YS bringing me food, I made a beeline towards him.  There was no way I was going to be social without first inhaling a slider, fries, and mozzarella triangles.  Despite being ridiculously famished, I didn’t need Stacy to take away my french fries because the corset wouldn’t let me put too much in my tummy…. because if you know me, then you’ll know that I’m compulsive about eating every last gosh darn fry.  Once sufficiently fed, I spent the rest of time chatting with folks.  I even got to see old friends, Connie_Lynn and J_Sir, who had come out for their first BBW.

Before we left the lounge, YS wanted to get a picture of us in our classic pose that’s now been affectionately termed the “pimp shot.”  As ellee and I bent over the bar with YS hands on our butts, I heard someone off to the side comment, “What a lucky guy!”  Without missing a beat, ellee quipped back, “It's not luck, it’s skill!"



For the last couple of months, I’ve been putting together panties that Jules suggested I sell at the vendor’s fair.  I hadn’t gotten a chance to finish sorting and labeling them, and so ellee and I went in search for a hole punch.  The helpful people at the bell hop desk had one which they allowed me to borrow.  

My dear friend Jen (formerly known as Lucy) had brought with her from Britain amazing vintage style dresses from her new clothing venture that she was planning to show off in a fashion show during the Vendors Fair.  As I was punching holes into my cards, racks of clothing went by as did some of the models.

“I heard there’s a fashion show.  Can anyone see the fashion show?” asked the bell hop lady.  Since ellee and I both had our hair still done from being bunny greeters, I think she assumed we were a part of it as well.

ellee and I looked at each other awkwardly, and fortunately, ellee had enough wherewithal to reply, “Ohhhh, you need a ticket and it’s been sold out.”  I don’t know what I would have said because my brain was already engrossed in imagining the poor hotel worker somehow peeking into the ball room to see the “fashion show” and getting an eyeful of spanking instead. :P

I had originally wanted to be a the Vendors Fair early to set up my panties but I ended getting there right on time.  I don’t know what I would have done without ellee and YS that night because they were constantly there to help me set up, talk to people about my panties, and help sell — all because they love me.  I had been really frazzled, and having them both there was so amazing.  And it was really nice realizing that I have supportive teammates.

I was so preoccupied with my table that I didn’t get a chance to wander around at all.  However, I did get to see Jen’s fashion show, which featured the most beautiful dresses at really affordable prices.  I wasn’t surprised to see a large crowd around her table.

Once the Vendor Fair wrapped up, YS and I headed back upstairs.  He was tired from helping me, and so to thank him (and to assuage my guilt for being snappish at him), I gave him a massage and rubbed him all over his back and legs.  I’m very physically affectionate, and I love touching him as much as I can.  It was relaxing for both of us.

We talked for a while, and then YS got up to retrieve a pile of implements.  I started complaining about them because that’s just what I do (:P) but I was relieved there was nothing horrible in the pile.  He had me lay on the bed and began spanking me with his hand.  I’d been so wound up that the spanking felt great.  Sometimes it’s hard for me to adjust to how much a spanking hurts but this time I just enjoyed it from the first swat.

My previous complaints about the implements turned out to be unnecessary because we never got to them.  During an interruption to our play, I lay on the bed and then fell asleep on top of the covers.  YS woke me up to tuck me into bed and we both called it an early night.


Saturday

Flashback to childhood… but I did not want to get up for school.  The three of us managed to sleep through two alarms and woke up just in time to get ready for the Boardwalk Academy for Girls event that Jules had spent months planning.  YS seemed to have little patience for me that morning since we were running late although he would disagree.  :P  Even though the girls had to be at school by 10:50a at the latest, YS was selected to be a “Hall Monitor” and had to be there by 10:30a.  At least this got me to school early as he held my hand as I grumpily walked with him to school.  

I cannot stress enough how much Jules outdid herself for this event.  Unlike other school events which can turn into free-for-alls, this event was organized to mimic a 1950s school experience laced with perviness.  All the girls were greeted with adorably put together “Class Schedules.”  School began with an “Assembly” in the hallway where about 48 girls lined up.  Principal Mike Tanner came out followed by his staff of Deans, Teachers, and Hall Monitors.  Monsignor Dirk came out with a made up prayer/scripture reading that had us all chuckling.  YS was the flag bearer while we all said the Pledge of Allegiance, and he looked so serious (yet adorable) that I couldn’t look at him because I would start laughing.

My first class of the day was “Etiquette” taught by the Brits (Jen, Stephen Lewis, Mr. Allen, and I think someone else who I cannot for the life of me remember.)  They were beginning to talk about corporal punishment in British schools when suddenly there was a knock on the door with one of the hall monitors coming to collect a girl with a pink slip summons.  I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I was completely taken aback when my name was called to go with James Johnson.  The whole way down the corridor I was wondering what I possibly could have done in a span of 30 minutes.

James led me down the hallway to see Dean Joe (DrLectr).  Joe had me stand in the corner (which I went along with because it’s roleplay) while he pretended to be on the phone.  I heard him mention “Lemon Grove” and I had to hold back my giggles.  He had me come sit in front of his desk and talked to me about smoking pot in the Poconos with my mentor, Maria, and another hall monitor!  (I could see a sheet on his desk which outlined his roleplay scene for us that Jules had created!)  At this point I wanted to burst out laughing, and I couldn’t say much for fear of dissolving into a giggling fit.  Joe spanked me over his lap for a  minute, gave me 6 strokes of a leather strap, had me sign my pink summons, and then sent me back to class with James.

I returned to etiquette class just as the teachers began to give a pop quiz on the lecture.  They started asking students questions, and Mr. Allen eventually asked me, “Where in the midlands did they use the Scottish tawse?”  I tried explaining that I had missed the lecture, but they insisted that missing the lecture was my fault and that I would still be expected to answer.

“What’s the Midlands?” I asked.

“The Middle of England,” a teacher replied.

With almost no knowledge of British geography, I was stumped.  I decided that any answer would be better than no answer, so I hesitantly said the only thing that came to mind — the hometown of Liam Payne from One Direction  — “Wolverhampton?”

The looks on all the Brits faces were priceless.  Stephen Lewis looked at Mr. Allen, shrugged, and said, “I think we’re going to have to give her that one.”

Oh, One Direction… they never let me down.  I ♥ 1D!

Before class let out, I was spanked in the other room by Jen for being warned more than once to cross my ankles when sitting especially in the presence of gentlemen.

The next class was human sexuality with Sister Miranda.  It was just a silly experience, and at one point she had each of us girls sharing alternative words for “penis” and saying “COCK!” really loudly.  Throughout class, girls were being constantly summoned out to see Deans for roleplay offensives committed outside of school that I would later learn Jules scoured Fetlife profiles to tailor to each girl.  The last class of the day was Geography with Kor-E and Richard Windsor.  They kept accusing the class of not studying the materials that were allegedly handed out, and asked us random questions such as, “The state bird of Oklahoma” or “The state flower of Minnesota.”  

I was happy that all of my cousins shared the same classes as me.  During the last class, Stacy got summoned, and when she returned she was shoeless because Principal Tanner had taken her “inappropriate” high-heeled saddle shoes from her.  Poor Stacy couldn’t catch a break because YS was the hall monitor who walked her to see Principal Tanner, and when she kept asking him questions about what was happening, he answered, “Impress me with your silence.”

This was YS’ first roleplay experience, and it made me so happy to see him enjoying his role as the Hall Monitor.  He never cracked a smile a single time.  He’d warn me beforehand that it was roleplay and that I shouldn’t let his sternness hurt my feelings but it did anyway because he wouldn’t smile back at me when I passed him in the hallway.  However, once school let out, YS dropped the act and sweetly hugged and kissed me.

[NSFE] That sweetness turned into sadism back in our room.  At 50 Freaks, YS had gotten me with one of my Mel jelly flip flops he’d snatched off the floor which then inspired him to buy a set of his own.  Despite my complaining, I got a good dose of that really hurty flip flop all over my bottom and thighs.  I hate that thing!  It burns like a mother…  (Also, I can’t remember exactly when but he hit my girly bits with it twice sometime during the weekend and I pretty much wanted to die.)

ellee had gotten me a One Direction t-shirt as a gift (bringing my total of 1D shirts to 4), and I wore it in honor of Liam whom I can always count on. ;)  We went to the organized complimentary lunch where we had surprisingly yummy sandwiches.  I inhaled about 2.5 of them as I got to catch up with Kent and Nikki whom I also hadn’t seen since New Orleans.

YS wanted to go to the Uniform Top Event.  I helped him change into his Dark Jedi costume, and he went to the event while I took the opportunity to shower.  Even though the event only lasted for an hour, I was able to make it down for the last half of it.  What a sight to walk into!  The event was in full swings, and the ballroom was filled with tons of spankings.  YS was popular because I don’t think I ever saw him even make it back to the stage.  I spent of the time talking with Missy which I really enjoy a lot.

YS caught my eye again, and I walked up to him on his way back to the stage.  He was so sweaty from all the spankings he’d been dishing out but he asked if I wanted to  be spanked with his lightsaber.  I’d experienced this at last year’s BBW dinner and was up for it again.  He had me kneel on a chair and bend over a table and gave me several strokes with the thuddy toy(?).

After the Uniform Top Event, YS and I went back to our room to relax.  He needed to cool down and take a a breather.  Somehow this turned into sexy time, and we tried something new by having me be on top — a position I hadn’t done since my only other sexual partner two years prior.  I’d forgotten how good it feels to be on top but it only lasted for a short while because YS interrupted me and said, “I really need to fuck you hard.”  With that he flipped me onto my back and we finished with oh-so-satsifying missionary sex.

[NSFE] We decided to use the bit of free time until the Dinner Party for some private play that we really needed.  YS warmed me up again with his hand, but the scene quickly turned intense.  He hit me everywhere on my bottom, back, and legs with his hand and his toys.  With the thin wooden cane he landed several really sharp strokes to my breasts which left red welts on my sensitive skin.  

Sometimes I can keep still really well but this was not one of those times.  Each time I would lift my feet, YS would hit the back of my calves and tell me to stay still.  My calves and thighs were so sore, and I started to cry.  However, this was the first time he’d tried hit my back, and I enjoyed the feeling of the strap and cane on those usually untouched areas.  My struggling proved ineffective because YS merely pinned me down and keep going.  It didn’t take long for me to start crying.

I felt drained after this scene, and YS held and cuddled me.  As usually is the case after I’ve had a hard scene with him, I wanted to have sex.  To my surprise, YS was up to having more of it even though he’d cum inside of me less than an hour and a half before.  Once again, we started off with me on top and finished with me on my back. 

ellee came back at the perfect time as we were finishing up our post-sex cuddles, and the three of us started to get ready for the Mad Men themed dinner party.  This sorta turned into a nightmare with frustrating wardrobe and hair malfunctions, and we joined YS at the dinner 1.5 hours late.  Still, even though I missed a huge chunk of the dinner, I really enjoyed getting ready with ellee.  She did my hair beautifully, and for once I got to help her with hers.

CTPhotographer was providing photos in a private section of the ballroom, and YS, ellee, and I took advantage of the chance to get some adorable photos of us all dolled up in our vintage wear.  Ellee had given YS 1960s hair, and he looked like he’d walked out of an episode of Mad Men.  We got some normal poses, some of us kissing YS on the cheek, and one of my favorite pictures of YS and I where I’m kneeling on the floor in front of him as he holds my hands.

For the next few hours, we ate, drank, and danced like crazy to some great tunes played by DJ Buzz.  He even played “Blurred Lines” for us so ellee and I could prance around YS and mimic the bouncy girls in the music video.

As it was the last official night of the party, the suites were packed with people.  YS and I decided that we would try to use this night to play with other people, and he was off playing with girls while I tried to get my last conversations with people who might be leaving the next day while also trying to get time with my girls.  I love the busyness but the one drawback is that it’s so hard to have complete conversations in party environments because they’re constantly being interrupted.

I sat on Dave’s lap while he tried eating a sandwich.  He showed me a teeny tiny tawse and he tested it out on my hand to show that it was deceptively innocuous looking when it reality is was quite painful. The mini-tawse sort of thudded against my palm but immediately I looked at him and said, “Wanna do that again?”  Dave likes to run his hands through my hair when we play (and he’s the only guy besides YS who I’ll let touch my hair), but since there was probably a half can of hairspray in it, we decided to play the next night.  I also regretted this decision because like with Nick, I never got a chance to catch up with him before I left for the weekend.

I don’t know where the time went but it was soon becoming light outside.  YS wanted to stay up some more but I desperately, desperately needed to go to bed because the room was starting to spin.  I left him in Joe’s suite and went to bed on my own.  By the time I got to my room, I was practically talking to myself.  I changed into PJs, grabbed Liam the Unicorn Pony from Wolverhampton, and completely passed out.  Apparently YS came back and cuddled me but I neither felt nor remembered it.


Sunday

As much as I love StrictDave’s court, I knew I wasn’t going to make it into the ballroom.  YS and I slept in until 1 p.m. in the afternoon.  

For a new event, Miss Chris was hosting a Littles Party.  My only other age play experience had been so so so strange, and YS had no experience with it, so we wanted to check out the event.  For weeks I’d been pestering YS about having a “good snack” for me at the party relentless, which made him forbid me from mentioning it again.  To my surprise, on the way out to the party, he handed me the most adorable Hello Kitty lunch box.

I was nervous walking into the Littles party because I didn’t know what to expect.  It was a little overwhelming at first, and I was almost ready to leave but YS suggested we find a quiet spot.  We took our seats on a couch and I started to go through my lunch box.

It was a PERFECT snack.  At the top of the box along with some bunny napkins was a little card which read:

Dear Bunny,

I’m so happy you’re mine.

I hope you enjoy your snack.

I love you very much.

-Baby (one of the pet names I call YS)

Inside I found chocolate covered pretzel sticks, two organic apple juice boxes, gummis shaped into french fries, gummi sushi, pistachios, cheese & crackers, some weird plum sauce thing, a fruit bar, and organic animal crackers.  YS had included a plastic knife for me to spread my cheese and he’d even gone to the trouble of filing down the teeth so that my Little Self wouldn’t accidentally cut myself. <3  How much thought he’d put into making my snack was utterly touching, and is an example of why I love him so much.


As we sat on the couch, Holly (Jen’s Little persona) came up to us and asked if I wanted to play.  She later told me that Stephen Lewis had spotted me across the room and had told her to make friends with me because I looked rather frightened.  I don’t think the party would have been much fun without her and Stephen because I found the whole thing entirely overwhelming.  They made the party such a positive experience for me.

Holly introduced herself to me and then showed me Molly, her adorable blond-haired doll.  I showed her Liam in return, and we set up coloring for the two of them while we colored together in a Hello Kitty book on the floor.  I got to know Holly and her adorable idiosyncrasies  a lot better.  I learned that Holly’s OCD extends to her coloring because she can’t color pages out of order, that England doesn’t have ice cream sandwiches because when Miss Chris asked Holly if she would like one, she and Stephen Lewis looked completely baffled because they were both picturing ice cream between actual sandwich bread, and that Phil Colins should never ever be played at a Littles party.  Think, “Daddy!  WHY is there Phil Colins on the playlist?!?”

When the event ended, Poppet (Zoe’s Littles name), Holly, Stephen Lewis, YS, and I decided to continue our Littles adventure back in Holly’s suite.  We spent a long time coloring, casually chatting, and being silly.  I even got to watch a Zoe’s wedding video which was both romantically charming and amusing.

A really long time later we packed up our crayons and toys and all went down to the burger bar for dinner.  The service was ridiculously slow but I didn’t mind too much because it gave us even more time to chat.  None of us had eaten much that day, and once we had food in our bellies, we perked up a bunch.  Jen and Zoe told us hilarious tales about abysmal British service which I thought was so weird since the British are all about being polite.  I started laughing at the expressions on their faces when YS asked the waitress to split the check into two because apparently restaurants in Britain don’t do that at all.

After dinner YS really needed to take a nap, and I cuddled with him for a little while before leaving him to gamble at the Wizard of Oz machine — which has replaced my love of the Willy Wonka machine in Vegas — and then spend some quiet time with the Tanners in their suite.

Originally, I was going to join the other cousins for a group roleplay detention with the Brits but YS made the executive decision for me to skip it because we hadn’t had enough private play time together.  As much as I hated to miss out on an experience with my girls, YS and I really needed the alone time.

We started with a strapping while I lay over the hitachi; one of my favorite things to do.  The combination of the hitachi on my girly bits and the strap on my bottom is a huge turn on for me.  I don’t even know how long I was on it for but it had to be quite a while.  When I was doing being on it, I returned the favor and gave YS really good head.

Before we could get to the fun kind of play, YS needed to take care of some unpleasant business.  The first day of the party I’d forgotten to take my medicine in my excitement and I’d been snappy at YS when I was stressed about the Vendors Fair.  He scolded me for a little bit, and I felt myself becoming stubborn.  He wanted me to answer a question, and I refused to say anything.  However, the second he picked up a strap and walloped me with it a single time, I caved and decided stubbornness was not a smart decision.  The punishment hadn’t even started and I immediately leaked tears.  He continued to scold me as he first strapped and then caned me.  Finally, he said, “It’s ok.  I forgive you.”  But then he hit me with the cane again and I lost it, asking, “Then why are you still hitting me?”  He made the laugh he does when he thinks I’ve done or said something cute and pulled me onto his lap.  He cradled me until I stopped crying into his shirt.

Even though my bottom was already sore, I wanted some intense play.  I can only play this way with YS, and although I really enjoy little fun spankings, this is the play that fulfills my inner spanko the most.  He gave me a long warm-up with his hand again, and unlike the day before, I knew that I wasn’t going to have as much of a difficulty staying still.  Instead of fighting against the painful sensations, I wanted more of it.

YS’ timing was perfect.  He slowly and gradually built up the intensity.  One of my favorite moments was when he began tapping the cane very lightly, increasing the severity of the strokes until he was waling on me so hard that I thought the cane would splintered into a dozen pieces. Even when he was hitting me as hard as he could with the cane, I was on a high and could barely feel it.  When he stopped, I asked him to do it all over again.

As he had the day before, he caned me on my back and my thighs.  I barely moved when he started strapping my back.  Every so often he would rub my red skin and give me soft, loving kisses on my lips.  Halfway through the scene I started crying and continued to sob throughout the remainder of it.  It was one of those scenes that left me feeling incredibly raw and vulnerable.

When the scene was over, YS grabbed his camera to get pictures of me.  Even though I wanted the pictures, I also wanted snuggles.  When he joined me on the bed and pulled out his phone to get ready to show me something after we’d cuddled for a bit, I completely fell apart because I was irrationally sensitive as I came down from the scene.  He immediately pulled me close to him and held me as I sobbed, telling me the whole time how much he loved me and how I was a good girl.  It took me a little while to calm down but when I did, I felt incredibly connected to him.



The thought of sleeping after such an intense scene was tempting but as it was our last night in AC, YS and I joined others in the suite party for a little while.  Plus, Joe and I had been trying to connect all weekend, and I didn’t want to miss a double strapping from him.  It’s uncanny how perfect he can time strokes and adjust to my body language.  The spanking/strapping lasted about half an hour, and Joe’s palm even split while he was spanking me but I never noticed because he seamlessly switched to his left hand.  Throughout the play I kept giggling and making happy noises because I was on an endorphin high.

A lot of my last night was spent standing out in a hallway and talking with the girls.  OlympiaSpanker needed to run a quick errand and asked YS if he would keep on an eye on Stacy.  However, Stacy started to wander off, and soon I peeked down the hallway and saw her getting some smacks from YS for not staying put.  Even though it really hurts my feelings when he’s stern to me, I loved seeing YS interacting with Stacy in a scoldy way.  She also gets the cutest guilty look on her face. 

I was exhausted by the time we went to bed.  YS later told me that I kept saying completely nonsensical things and insisting that I wasn’t when he told me I was.  The smart boy figured out that the quickest way to get me to sleep was to stop engaging me because I said a few more things and then I made my sleeps.


Monday

I had no energy to pack my things so I gathered everything up and stuffed them into my two suitcases.  We moved all our things to YS’ car and then joined some others in Dave’s room.  Stacy and Dave were still packing so YS and I claimed one of the chairs in the room and he gave me my last spanking.  I cried the entire time not because it hurt but because I was so sad to be saying goodbye.  When he let me up, I knelt on the floor in front of him and buried my face into his chest, getting snot on him in the process.  When I apologized, he replied, “It’s ok.  I don’t mind your snot on me.”  

I said my goodbyes to the girls at a buffet lunch where I ate my feelings in the form of prime rib and mashed potatoes.  YS and I decided to leave a little early and spend time together, and he indulged my love of the Wizard of Oz slot machine.  I sat on his lap while I turned $10 into $54 and got mad at YS every time he’d encourage me to gamble a certain way. :P

YS and ellee drove me to the Philadelphia airport, and the silver lining of my motion sickness was that I was too focused on not being sick to be too sad.  However, the closer we got to the airport, the sadder I felt.  As it always is the case, I said my tearful goodbyes to ellee and YS and started my trip back home.

♥     ♥      ♥     ♥

There’s a reason why I trek across the country each year for the BBW party.  It’s an amazing experience that reflects the amount of hard work and love Jules, Mike, and Miranda put into organizing this event where spankos can enjoy the company of others.  There’s something for everyone to do and participate in.  I’m so proud of the SSNY Family and consider myself so fortunate to consider each of them good friends.

Story: Making Her Cry (M/F)

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With an audible sigh she flopped on the space beside him on the love seat where he sat working.  He stopped his typing and glanced over at her inquisitively.  “What’s wrong?”  

“Nothing,” she murmured gloomily.

“What is it, baby?” he asked again, his fingers still paused over the keyboard.

Rather than answer, she slumped further down into her seat and shrugged.

“Awww.  Come here,” he said as he moved his laptop on to the end table.  He opened up his arms in invitation, and she slid onto his lap.  He studied her face as if trying to decipher the meaning behind her mopey expression.  “I love you.  Tell me what’s wrong.”

When she hesitated he jiggled his legs, bouncing her in his lap.  “Tell me, baby.”

“Will you make me cry?” she blurted out shyly, the hopefulness evident in her eyes.

He smiled at her then, and she had her answer.  “Let’s go upstairs,” he said.  He patted her thigh lightly, signaling her to rise.

She hung back a second when she got to her feet, letting him go up the stairs first and lead the way into their bedroom.  Once inside, she headed to the bed and sat on the edge of it as he disappeared into their closet.  She could hear familiar rustling as he rummaged through the implements hidden there, and when she saw him emerge a few moments later, she instantly objected to what he held in his hand.  “No, I didn’t want that one,” she whined, empathically shaking her head.

“I want to use this one,” he replied, turning the long wooden paddle over in his hand.  He walked over and pulling two pillows from by the headboard he stacked them on the bed’s edge.  “

“But you don’t have to use that one to do it!” she complained.  “Can’t you use the lighter one?”

He stared at her for a moment before speaking.  “You might have asked for this but who decides how you’re spanked?”

She wilted under his gaze.  “You do, Sir,” she replied, meekly.

“Okay then,” he said, pointing to the pillows.

She couldn’t suppress a pout while she placed her hips over he pillows and rested her chest on the bed.  She felt his fingers reach into the waistband of her panties and shorts and pull them down simultaneously in one motion.  He rubbed a hand on her bottom, and she relaxed into his touch.  When he pushed down at the small of her back, she was unsurprised when a spank with his other hand followed.

The warm-up he gave her was long and thorough, and her bottom felt warm long before he stopped.  Still, when he tapped the wooden paddle against her, she whimpered in apprehension.  It landed with a loud crack against her bottom, eliciting a pained shriek.  A few seconds later the paddle connected again, and he continued this rhythm of pausing just until the began to subside and then landing another swat.

After ten swats he began to quick the pace by lessening the time between them.

“Oh god,” she gasped.  Her hands, which she’d kept by her head, began to creep towards her sore bottom.

“Keep those hands out of the way,” he warned just before landing another searing stroke.

Reluctantly, she did as he ordered.  “I can’t,” she wailed, even as she continued to clutch the comforter.  Her feet drummed against the floor.

“Yes, you can,” he replied replied calmly.

The next swat burned so fiercely that she held her breathe.  It was followed another equally as intense stroke before she could process the pain.  And then another with the dense, unforgiving wood.

Her face grew hot, and she felt an invisible wave of panic wash over her.  One more hefty whack of the paddle was all it took to send the tears flowing from her eyes and down her cheeks.  As if on cue, he paddled her five more times in quick succession as he let out a long, single wail.

He dropped the paddle on to the nightstand and immediately helped her to her feet before pulling her down onto the bed to lay down beside him.  He held her tightly and whispered reassuring words into her ear as she sobbed into his chest.  When her tears subsided, she pulled her face away slightly to look at his face.

“That hurt,” she sniffled.

“I know, baby,” he answered, sympathetically.   “Is that what you wanted?”

A shy smile crept across her face.  “Yes.”

The Cook's Reward

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YS and I share a unique and super special connection.  So special, in fact, that we've termed it the "linked tummy hive-mind." It all started one lazy day when we were both lying in bed with our bare tummies pressed together.  I thought I felt and heard a tummy growl and I looked at YS and said, "Sorry, I think I'm hungry." He smiled (a bit sheepishly) at me and replied, "No, I think that's me." From then on his tummy talks to mine, and they're usually in agreement.

So, it's not unusual for our days to revolve around food.  Today ellee and I began our day by going into Georgetown to meet YS for a delicious lunch at an Asian restaurant plus a stop at our now customary frozen yogurt.  After going grocery shopping we parked ourselves in the kitchen and I taught ellee how to make cheesy beef lasagna.  In addition to our cooking, ellee baked some chocolate chunk cookies while I baked double dark chocolate brownies and s'mores whoopie pies.  YS even joined us to chat and help make a delicious homemade pizza.  See?  A food day.

During a bit of downtime during my cooking/baking, YS had me bent over the edge of the kitchen counter while he gave me a fun hand spanking with his hand.  I still wasn't pink enough so he grabbed a wooden spatula from the utensil jar and got me rather meanly with it.  (You might even call it unfair.)  And, as you can see, there was also a bit of chocolate branding involved.  After all, I definitely belong to him.

Right now I'm dead tired.  Once I hit the "post" button it's time to go upstairs to collect on some cuddles!

The Monster

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Rawr!  I am a snarling monster who eats the livers of orphaned babies.  Mmmm, orphan livers. This state of being is more commonly known as being on "the dot." And since I've been off the pill for the last three months they've been particularly unpleasant.

I originally wanted to blog about the wonderful time I had at the Tanners' Memorial Day BBQ but I have done nothing these past few days except eat indiscriminately, roll around in bed with insomnia even though I feel like the walking dead, cry at sappy commercials, and wish I could reach inside myself and yank out my own uterus.  Many, although not all, women will understand what I mean.  Men may not, but to quote songbird, Lily Allen: "Periods, we all get periods."

YS knows it isn't constructive to yell at me when I'm so emotionally charged, and I'm so appreciative of how patient he's been.  As I told Stacy, if I were in his shoes, I would have already beaten me to death.  Instead, poor YS has been nothing but sweet and loving to me even though I tried to eat him alive last night.  I was mad at him -- completely irrationally -- and because I was also hyper-sensitive, my feelings were hurt even though I couldn't articulate what he'd done to hurt them.  Then I felt horribly guilty about being so snappy with him, and that hasn't help my mood.  And then, if I'm going to be completely honest, there's an insecure part of me that secretly worries he'll love me less because who could continue to love someone so difficult?  :\

Here's hoping that tomorrow is better because this collage I put together pretty much sums up how I feel:

The Tanner Eat & Beat

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This is a two-parter post.  If you want to just read about the spanking part, skip to Part II below.

Part I: Overview


Usually I’m never in town for smaller get togethers with the cousins, but as it just so happened Jules, Mike, and Miranda decided at the last minute to host a BBQ to celebrate Memorial Day.  Ellee had plans to be out of town leaving YS and I alone for a rare few days by ourselves, and so we discussed the possibility of using some of our precious “alone time” to make the three hour drive up to Pennsylvania.  Knowing that the Tanners had tried their best to extend invitations to as many local spankos as possible, we were extremely excited at the prospect of seeing friends so soon after a wonderful Boardwalk Badness Weekend (BBW).  However, YS and I hadn’t had alone time in seven months, and we’d been planning for weeks to savor the rare opportunity.  In the end we decided to go with the understanding that we’d each make the other a priority while there.

From 3 p.m. until midnight, at which time YS and I crawled into Jules’ twin bed to crash from exhaustion, I spent the entire time primarily doing two things: 1) continuously eating and 2) chatting away.  YS and I were first to grab plates of yummy hot dogs grilled expertly by Mike, and various salads, pastas, and sausages made by Miranda, and the last vultures still left picking at the food at the end of the night.  We passed a significant portion of our time laughing with Miranda, Cindy, and Adriana Evans on the porch but I also had delightful and extended conversations with Jules, Maria, Richard Windsor, Ria_Lynn (an entertaining sweetheart), Reina (a joy to see in person since I sometimes chat with her so late into the night that I’ve gotten in trouble for missing my bedtime), BoswellBuzz (who came up with this post's title) and my darling Missy (who I must compulsively give overexcited hugs), to name a few highlights.

When I started to get a little antsy, I asked YS for the scene we’d both wanted to have that day, and we went up to Jules’ room, which was the first room where YS and I ever played together privately the night we met.  (The description of that scene will come in Part II below.)

I adore Jules, Mike, and Miranda.  Yes, they organize parties which are fun for everyone, but they’re also amazing individuals who I’m so blessed to have as friends.  Thank you to all of them for opening up their home to host so many of us!  Good food and drink combined with the company of some truly wonderful people made it impossible for YS and I to not enjoy our time.


Part II: My Scene


“I want to play,” I whispered to YS as I sat on his lap.

“Right now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.  “Unless you don’t want to…"

“No, I want to,” he said, patting my bottom, “Let’s go.”

We stood up together, and he held my hand as we walked away from our group of friends who all sat chatting by tiki torches in the cool, early evening air.  After stopping briefly to collect his bag of implements from the office, we climbed the stairs to the second level of bedrooms.  The door to the room we wanted was closed, and so we waited hugging and kissing the entire time.

Finally, the room was ours — the room in which we’d first played together more than a year and a half ago.  It looked exactly the way I remembered although he and I were very much changed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stood me in front of him.

“Can I take down your panties?” he asked in jest since we were long past the point of his asking permission for such things.

“No,” I replied with a mock frown.  “I don’t play without them."

He took my hand and guided me over his lap.  “Too bad,” he replied, yanking my panties down to my knees.

We both chuckled, and I continued to giggle as he began to spank me with his hand.  After several prior days of spanking it didn’t take long for me to began squirming.  When I put my hand back to cover the extra sore spots on my bottom, he grabbed my wrist and pinned to my back before spanking even harder than he had been.  I knew he would because he always spanks harder when I try to interfere.

Our banter gradually tapered off, and the levity between us soon shifted into outright sadism.  The strokes he gave me were harder, increasing with every one.  I wondered if anyone downstairs could hear my shrieks especially as he proceeded to work his way through a set of paddles, straps, and canes.

“You bring out the sadist in me,” he growled into my ear after caning me rather fiercely with a short acrylic cane.

His words excited me and gave me a renewed bit of energy, and for the first time, I stopped trying to squirm and roll off his lap and tried to settle into the pain.  Even when he switched to a thuddy strap that was edging me closer to my limit I managed to stay in place.

I felt a flood of relief at hearing him announce, “Ok, I think you’re done.”  Immediately, I claimed my spot on his lap and buried my face into his shoulder while I caught my breath.

We were all smiles as we descended the stairs and rejoined our friends downstairs.

Fixing the Cranky Girl

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I felt cranky.  I had no reason to be.  I didn’t have to work, my tummy was full of delicious sliders and garlic fries that YS and I had picked up for lunch from a food truck, and I was comfortably snuggled up beside my lover whom I hadn’t seen in too long.  I should have been blissfully happy yet I couldn’t shake the crankiness milling inside me.

It might have been a vacation day for me but for YS it was a “work from home” day.  As he focused on the engineering gibberish he called work on his screen, I began to feel more and more restless.

Finally, I sighed heavily and poked his arm.

He turned away from the work on his laptop to look at me with an inquisitive expression on his face.

“I’m cranky,” I announced with a frown.

“Poor bunny,” he cooed sympathetically.  “Why?"

I had no answer to his question, so I merely shrugged my shoulders and looked down to examine the image on the T-shirt of his I was wearing because it smelled like him.

He returned his attention to his work at my lack of response, and I let him look at the screen for a couple of minutes before poking him in the arm once more.

He looked at me again.  “Stop it,” he warned.  He knew that I knew very well that he hated being poked.

“I’m cranky,” I repeated without acknowledging his warning.

“I’m sorry you’re cranky, bunny.  Take a nap?” he suggested patiently.

“I don’t want to.”  My voice sounded petulant even to my ears.

I was being annoying.  I knew it but I couldn’t help it.  Just as I couldn’t help poking him once more.  My hand and fingers seemed to have a life of their own, moving towards his arm as if caught in some magnetic pull.

He frowned at me then.  “Do you want a spanking?”

“No,” I said defiantly even as I poked him again.

“Yeah, you do,” he disagreed.

The moment I felt him shift to move towards me I tried to push myself off the couch.  When he caught my arm, I slipped down to the floor, trying to use my weight to throw him off balance.  I made it partway down until he grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me back up over the edge of the seat of the couch.

In a matter of seconds I found myself pinned.  Despite my struggles, he pulled my leggings down effortlessly and landed a hefty smack on my bottom.  The pain was shocking, and I regretted baiting him instantly.  My cranky brain had miscalculated.

I caved immediately.  “I’m sorry,” I apologized, thinking he would stop once I did.

But he didn’t stop.  He kept spanking me while ignoring my squeals that came between my apologies.  It’d been a month since my last spanking, and I’d forgotten how much just his hand alone could burn.  My twisting and wiggling got me nowhere except out of breath. He continued spanking me until every bit of my bottom felt thoroughly sore.  I felt genuine relief when he finally stopped and pulled up my leggings for me.

I retook my place beside him on the couch.  “That really hurt,” I pouted at him as I rubbed my bottom through my leggings.

“Don’t poke me,” he replied casually.  Leaning back into his seat, he lifted one arm perpendicular to his body and looked at me expectantly.

I nuzzled up against him, and he wrapped his arm around me.  With one hand he rubbed my sore bottom gently, and I closed my heavy eyes, drifting off to sleep as I enjoyed his soothing touch.

Tied Up and Caned

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Every once in a while I'll crave a caning.  YS, being the good boyfriend that he is, is always willing to indulge my kinky whims.  It was late morning when I set out a selection of colorful, silk scarves and the rattan cane I'd gifted to him a little more than a year ago.  He got the hint and knew exactly what to do.

YS had me lay on the bed with my arms stretched out in front of me.  He quickly bound my wrists together with one of my scarves and then did the same to my ankles.  I grinned at him when he stood over me, and his face returning my smile was the last thing I saw before he wrapped another piece of silk around my eyes.

With my vision obscured, I rested my head against the bed and waited.  I listened to the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor and wondered what he might be doing until I felt him rub the cane against my bottom.

It started with tapping. Not hard enough to hurt uncomfortably but enough for me to feel a light sting on my bottom already tender from days of consecutive play.  He spent the majority of his time warming up the skin of my bottom with those flicks but also landed the cane up and down my back and on my upper thighs.

He gradually increased those light strokes into a moderate sting.  He continued caning me all over my body, and I began to whimper.  Perhaps due to the loss of my sense of sight, it had been easy for me to simply focus on the sensation of the cane striking me.  I never knew where on my body a stroke might land or when he might switch from one spot to another.  The sting felt almost teasing.

When he finally struck me forcefully, I was eager for it.  The impact felt satisfying even as I cried out from the pain.  Each time he whipped the cane against me, I wanted more.

I wanted to keep taking it, for him to go on, but my body too quickly betrayed me, and I rolled partway onto my side.

"Down,” I heard him say through my sensation fog.

That one word was all I needed from him to encourage me to resume my position immediately.  As soon as I lay flat, he gave me a final few hard strokes and chuckled at the sound of my cries.

Signaling the end to our scene, he rubbed gentle circles all over my bottom.  His touch felt soothing even though I continued to moan from the lingering sting left by the cane.  After he untied each scarf, he pulled me into his arms for a long hug and loving kisses.  As he held me, I was content and very happy.

(Side note: I loved this scene but our cane didn’t fare too well.  It died.  Darn.)






Four! Another Blogaversary (Video)

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Sometimes I feel like this is the hodge-podge of spanking blogs.  There’s no one central theme (other than spanking) to my writings because when I’m not posting the occasional fictional story or homemade video, I’m jumping all over the place talking about my DD and D/s experiences with YoggSothoth (YS), silly play moments, and spanking party recaps.  I thought that I would find some focus to my writing over time but after four years that still hasn’t happened.  Then again, what I want most is for this blog to be a real reflection of me, and the reality is that my life isn’t streamlined.  The last thing I ever want is to have this blog become a fictionally perfect or sanitized version of my life.  I’m a real girl who just happens to really love spanking.

Lately, I’ve been pondering whether or not to continue posting videos.  I started making videos because I wanted to record genuine play moments.  However, sometimes it’s hard for YS and me to forget the camera and it sort of makes me feel like a performer.  Not that there’s anything wrong with making spanking videos for audiences… I just don’t want to do that here.  In a way, it makes me feel disingenuous.  Now that I’ve said that bit, here’s a video that YS helped me make to celebrate this blog turning four.  :P  I know, I know, I’m a hypocrite… but as the Dowager Countess of Grantham (from Downton Abbey) said, “I’m a woman.  I can be as contrary as I like.”

To give a little background on the video: YS spanked me with almost every single one of the implements in his bag — even the ones I absolutely detest.  We actually had to do this video twice because my camera ran out of memory halfway through Take #1 and we didn’t notice until we were done.  >.<  I’m bruised, very sore, and a huge baby throughout Take #2.


I love having this space to share my thoughts and experiences because in the end I’m just a somewhat kinky girl who really loves spanking.  I want to take this time to acknowledge a few people who have been so supportive of this blog.  I want to thank Chross who sends an astonishing amount of traffic my way whenever he lists one of my posts on his blog, YS for faithfully reading each and every one of my posts, and lastly but most importantly, my readers (new and old) for choosing to stop by a read my ramblings and leave comments.  Thank you!

So, here I am after four years of blogging and 519,721 page views…  YS will be excited about this, but maybe, just maybe, this year I’ll actually start proof-reading before I post…  (Probably not.)
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