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
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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.
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[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.
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[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:
I’m so happy you’re mine.
I hope you enjoy your snack.
-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
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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.
