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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The BBW Antidote

As I'd mentioned on Friday, the theme for the weekend (and Monday) was distraction. I didn't want to think about BBW and missing so many friends and all that fun. John and I had a fabulous weekend; we went to Santa Anita racetrack, of all places, comped into their ultra-fancy Turf Club, where we got all dressed up to have a fabulous lunch and watch the horses. More on that later.

So the weekend was fun, but yesterday morning, the blues started setting in. FetLife and Twitter were abuzz with posts and comments and photos from BBW, the accolades were pouring in, and I felt that old, familiar sense of being left behind. Fortunately, Mr. D was coming over that morning to save the day.

Our scene was long, intense and multi-layered. There was a lot of banter and silliness for a while, especially during the OTK portion. He's really taking this "no flinching" thing too damn far, you know? I had to keep my legs perfectly still, and every time I jerked or flinched, he'd add 30! And then he'd do everything he could to screw me up so I'd miscount and we'd have to start over. Including his going to 31 once, and when I protested, he said, "Oh, my bad. I went over. You'll have to be punished for that; 30 more." @#$%&!!!!!!

Then we moved to the ottoman, where he let me wait and wonder what he was up to, bustling about with his backpack, pulling things out.




He'd mentioned kitchen utensils, so I brought him a wooden spoon and a rubber spatula. What the hell was I thinking?? Oh well... he would have just gone in himself and rummaged in the drawers. 

He put my arms in restraints at my sides. And so began the barrage of implements, one at a time. Interspersed with his hand, of course.




Doesn't he have beautiful hands/arms? :-)

I was having a lot of fun with smartassery, cussing at him and talking back (as evidenced in the video posted below). But as time went on, my mood changed as I dipped into subspace and silenced. Then, stripped of my sass, the real mood set in -- the sadness. The ache of missing the party of the year. And the tears came to my eyes.

Mr. D knew. He paused for a while, soothing me, then whispered, "You're not quite done, are you." "I don't know," I sniffled. He knew that meant "No. Finish me." So he did, with a flurry of the cane, the wooden paddle and his hand, while crooning tenderly to me, encouraging me to hang on, it was almost over. I wept through it all. And yes, I was a very well-spanked woman.




I cried for a long time after we ended, while he held me close. "Let it out, let it go," he murmured to me. I did. I'd felt so disconnected, and this was reconnecting me. 

"You don't just like being spanked," he'd observed earlier, "you really need it. It's part of your core being." He's right. How well he knows me already.

Anyway, to lighten things up a bit, here's a snippet of our scene that I posted on Spanking Tube. I called it "The Smartass and the Spatula." :-)



Back to the weekend for a moment: John's sister, who works for a very tony college and gets all kinds of perks, got us two comps to the Turf Club restaurant at Santa Anita race track. I'd never been, so this was new and fun. We sat outside, but under a massive overhead structure that kept out the heat and the sun. 

Look, horsies!


John went to put down some small bets for us, and as I sat at our table, who did I see walking a couple of feet away but Tim Conway. Oh my! During all the years my father had worked on the Carol Burnett show, I'd met everyone else, but for whatever reason, I'd never met Tim. And I love him. So, without overthinking it, I called out, "Mr. Conway?" He turned, smiled and said, "Yes?" And I blurted, "My father was [deleted]!" His eyes widened. "Really? Wow, aren't you lucky!" (what a cool thing to say, right?) Then he shook my hand, asked how I was, said it was nice to meet me. As he was walking away, John came back, and he teased, "Picking up on old men, are you?" "That was Tim Conway!" I blabbered. "Get out!" he said. "Are you having a perfect day, or what?"

I really was. The champagne didn't hurt, either. ;-) And to put a cherry on top of the day, look what we say on our drive home:




Sooo cute! I kept trying to get them to look over at us, but they were busy munching and couldn't care less about our presence. My sweetheart gave me a lovely weekend, and I am so grateful to him for that.

OK. Life goes on. The party talk will go on for a while, then fade. The godawful haircut I got last Thursday will grow back. They caught the Boston bomber. I have work. And I am in my peaceful place today. 

27 comments:

  1. MUCH goodness came your way these last few days. How awesome to meet someone famous you admire. I always love those TV ads for the Carol Burnett box sets. It's hysterical watching the cast trying not to die laughing at each others' lines. :)

    CUTE roadside "traffic", too.

    It's hard to believe that little EM EFFER of a spatula can cause so much "discomfort", too. LOL!

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  2. Kelly -- I think it's the rubber. I forget how damn much that hurts.

    It really was a magical Saturday. I wish the deer pic gave them justice, but if you click on it, you can see a larger version.

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  3. Erica, why did you not ask Tim Conway, if he had any good tips on the Kentucky Derby this year. My favorite is Normandy Invasion. If he is not a winner, I'm a horse's a--, or maybe full of horse sh--.Don't mind me, sometimes, I can just be a silly NAG. Because once in a while, Because once in a while I PONY UP a joke.

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  4. Six -- (groan) I say "neigh" to those puns.

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    1. Erica, I will just have to stop 'HORSE' ing around, and 'PUN"ish you, by giving you 'six of the bet's'. XXX luv ya.

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  5. That's the way to chase away the blues - meeting Tim Conway (cool!) then a thorough spanking (hot!). The deer were lovely too.

    I'm in an online forum where everyone is chattering about an all-expense paid weekend together, and I can't go (sigh!) so I know what you mean.

    Hugs,
    Hermione

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  6. Please provide information on the restraints Mr. D uses. They're just the thing I looking for.

    walter

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  7. Hermione -- awww. Yeah, it doesn't feel good. Plan something extra fun for yourself that weekend!

    Walter -- I will ask him next time I see him.

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  8. Nice spanking, and yes he has good spanking hands....hot as hell and love the ottoman, wow, you look beautiful in your panty and with a red bare bottom, nice clip.

    Race track, now there is a vice!!!
    Always
    Ron

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  9. Hi Erica -- COOL video clip :-)So glad that you and John had a nice weekend,I Love Horsey's :-)Those deer's are so CUTE.That rubber spatula look's EVIL and VERY STINGY OUCH LOL.Much Love and hug's from naughty girl Jade

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  10. Ron -- personally, I think horse racing is boring! It was fun to be there, though. :-)

    Jade -- I figured you'd like the animal pictures. :-)

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    1. Agree but on a nice afternoon or evening....fun to be outside.
      By the way, love your banter, amazing!
      Always
      Ron

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  11. Being endowed with some sensible work, being spanked, being known - sounds all pretty good, like your high C!
    And these restraints do add something, don't they?

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  12. MrJ -- they really do. They're not uncomfortable, but I'm definitely aware of them.

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  13. I wish you could have been there! And I can imagine how you feel - I know I'm always going to be missing 3 out of 4 parties at least, I simply can't travel that much, and the more I go to, the closer the friendships and bonds formed, and the more I'll miss everything I can't make it to. But you were missed, and the nice thing about this is that there will ALWAYS be more parties. I'm telling myself that going to one a year makes it that much more special than if I could make it to each and every one. And missing one or two or three won't make anyone love you any less.

    Hot photos and video, btw! I like the restraints :)

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  14. Pandora -- hi, lovely one! :-) You know, it wasn't just about missing a party; it was about missing THIS party. It's definitely the gold standard these days, with such a great crowd. But you're right; there were always be another. And it's nice to be missed, so thank you. ♥

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  15. I'm happy to hear that you had such a wonderful weekend with John and such a good time with Mr D, Erica! :-)

    And if the sadness about BBW threatens to overcome you again, just remember, there are people like Ludwig and me out there, who live too far away to attend a spanking party in the US more often than once every few years. Not to mention of course those who never get the chance to visit such a party at all.

    I can of course absolutely understand that you are missing your friends, though. I wished I could see our friends from the kinky community more often, too!

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  16. Kaelah -- very true. All about perspective. I wish you two could come to more parties, too!

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  17. Glad to hear you could recover! I had a really nice weekend with my guy too. We went to a county fair, had a really nice dinner, and celebrated my birthday. It was a lot of fun. I agree that Fet has been a bit overwhelming, and I felt left out too, on top of stress to succeed in my grad school classes, and laboratory work. I could probably use a good spanking, just to let go. It's been far too long, and I NEED them too. Keeps me level headed.

    But its so true, there will be other parties, and more fun. It totally sucks to be out of the loop though. But here's to shadowlane! You and me must get a drink together, and have some much needed girl time. Miss ya!

    <3
    otkdesire

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  18. otkd -- you know exactly how I'm feeling. I hope you get that spanking soon! Grad school has to be tough.

    Looking forward to SL, and seeing your pretty self again! :-)

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  19. Ottoman, eh? I guess you made that your empire!

    I have punned and, so, my job here is done.

    :)

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  20. Robert -- LOL!! Good one. I live right by the river -- drop in anytime! ;-)

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  21. Lovely Videos. Many Thanks for sharing.
    David

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  22. Hi Erica,
    So glad for you that you had such a great time! It is wonderful to see such a happy post from you (not that your more moody posts aren't welcome--because they are, and very much so!).

    I've never been to a horse race, but I know of the Santa Anita racetrack because that is where Seabiscuit famously lost out. I loved that book (and the movie) -- and I'm not even a horse lover.

    I loved your pictures, and the deer family is very special. :-)
    Hugs,
    A.

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  23. David -- glad you liked them.

    Dana -- I'm not big on horses either. But considering John lives roughly 10 minute away from the racetrack, I guess it was worth seeing once, especially with those comps! And it's always a treat when we have a deer sighting. I could watch them all day.

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  24. Oww oww oww, he really goes right for the sit spots, doesn't he? I'm glad you had some time with Mr. D to reconnect. And very cool about your chance meeting!

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  25. Lea -- oh gawd, does he ever!

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