The "Fifty Freaks" Weekend, part 3

Saturday, several of us were going to the Hofbrauhaus, a German/Bavarian tavern that is quite the famous tourist spot in Vegas. I'd never been, but I'd certainly heard of it. Mind you, I hate beer, German or otherwise, and I'm even less fond of German food. But there was no way I was going to miss this.

Because, you see, one of the restaurant's famous traits is that the servers paddle the customers. You buy a shot, you get a swat. This, I had to see.

Unfortunately Ten and Ralph couldn't join us, but it was for a good reason: they were shooting for Shadow Lane. This was Ten's first time with them, and Ralph's first time in nine years, so this one was going to be special. And I know it would be a relief for Ten, because after that was done, she could play her butt off and not worry about getting marked.

Jada hitched a ride with John and me. We had some insanity on the way; John had already looked the place up on his map (the old-fashioned paper kind), and so he knew the best route to use (it was 16 miles away and he was trying to avoid traffic). But just for the hell of it, he had me turn on my phone's GPS and plug in the address there as well. Well, guess what -- my phone gave completely different directions, including telling us to take a U-turn and go the other way. John completely ignored this, and my phone was acting up (reception was lousy, for whatever reason), so Jada plugged the address into HER phone. And it gave the same instruction -- make a U-turn! So John ignored both of us and continued going his way. Being me, I got nervous and kept checking my phone, which kept giving me directions that were opposite of what John was doing. But surprise, surprise, we got there anyway. Stupid phone!

Our group took up two large tables (with hard wooden benches, I might add -- ouch!). There was a show going on, which was kind of cheesy, but I got into the spirit of it anyway. We were seated across from Jada, ColoDom and Spank4Fun, and had lots of laughs. Best of all, among the plethora of heavy, rich, fried and cheesy dishes on the menu, I found something I could eat -- a big salad with chicken in it.

Here's how they do the paddle thing: They have an oblong wooden paddle with large holes in it, and they bring it out with a shot glass in one of the holes. The customer drinks the shot, and then gets a swat. Whooperine, K, Kelley and Cali all took their turn (here's a slightly blurry but cute reaction shot of Kelley):

Everyone was asking me if I was going to take a turn. But I noticed that it was a female server, the same one each time, and I wanted a man! Kelley laughed at me, saying, "You're taking this 'no F/F' thing a bit too far, aren't you?" "You don't understand," I replied. "I have a reputation for not playing with women. If I do this, in front of all of you, I will never hear the end of it!" To which everyone cajoled and pleaded, saying please, come on, we won't say a word, blah blah blah. But I stood firm.

Joe then called over the manager and asked if there were any male servers who could give me a swat, but the guy said no, only the women were allowed to do so. What's up with that?? He looked at me and said, "Do you want him to swat you?" and pointed to a busboy with a mohawk. Uh, no, thank you. I answered, "How about YOU?" Hey, he was cute. He looked surprised, then flattered, and went off to ask his boss. But his boss said no. Oh, well.

However, a minute later, the manager returned to us, looking triumphant, with the paddling server behind him. "How about if we put a mustache on her?" he asked. "Will that be close enough?" Oh, my God. I looked over, and saw that she was plastering a thick, dark mustache on. I couldn't stop laughing. Well, if she was enough of a sport to do that, then I could certainly be a sport too. Yup, I took a swat from her.

I know what you're all thinking: "Damn, i wish I could have seen that!" Well, you can.

Immediately, Kelley tweeted a photo, Joe posted one on FetLife, and I knew I was in for the ribbing of my life. Sure enough, a scant two minutes after the fact, ColoDom turned to John and said (loudly), "So, how long has Erica had these lesbian tendencies?" Oh, for sweet fuck's sake. :-Þ

She really clobbered me, too! (I think it had something to do with all the encouragement people were yelling.) Even better still, it was free! I didn't have to buy a shot.

We left shortly thereafter, stopping in the souvenir shop so John could buy me an "I got spanked at the Hofbrauhaus, Las Vegas" t-shirt. 

That night, a bunch of us were going to dinner at the hotel's steakhouse. This place was really nice, so I showered again, washed my hair and put a dress and high heels on. We were all meeting at J & T's suite, since the reservation was for 8:00. I was glad I'd dressed up, because all the other ladies did too!

L to R: Cali, Ten, OTKdesire, Lost Kitten, me, Kelley and Miss Lisa. And of course, we had to follow OTKd's example:

This time it's me, Cali, K, Ten, Kelley and OTKd.

We all trooped down to the steakhouse -- beautiful place! We had our own private room, with a banquet table set for 18. Unfortunately, there were 25 of us. Whoops. The management hastily scrambled to set up another table, but it had to be in another room. A few people were already seated and the rest of us hung back, trying to be polite and not demand the big table. But then I thought, screw it. I'm going to be selfish. We so seldom go to these events and I don't want to miss a thing. So I marched in and took at seat, and then others followed. John and I were seated across from K and Philly62, and Whooperine was right next to John at the head of the table, so we had great table neighbors.

What a great dinner. We toasted to the "50 Freaks" and to "chosen family" (amen to that), and K started flirting outrageously with our waiter, a very cute young guy named Lawrence, who was completely feeding into it. Pretty soon she was acting toppy with him and insisting that he come to our party, and he played along. I announced, "Lawrence will be known from this point forward as  'K's bitch.' " Yes, he heard that. When he asked us if he wanted dessert, K answered, "I want YOU!" His reply? "Good; I'm on the menu."

Would you believe K actually went to Lawrence's boss and asked if he could come join us in our suite?? We thought at first that he'd said yes, but later found out that he said no, it wasn't allowed. Damn. Lawrence was willing to do it, it seemed! He'd even asked K if she'd wait for him while he went to change his clothes.

My sweetie and me at dinner:

Then it was back to the suite for lots more partying. I'd been hearing and reading quite a while about Ellee and her hubby (Yoggsothoth on FetLife), but had never met them before -- until tonight. I liked them both immediately -- they are cute as hell, and so outgoing and friendly! I was chatting with Sweet Enticement, Beth and YS, and mentioned that I had been curious about "thigh turkeys" ever since I saw pictures of them on Beth's and Alex's blogs (YS and Malignus are famous for giving them -- a single hard slap to the front of the thigh, leaving a hand-print that somewhat resembles a turkey). One thing led to another and I found myself on the couch, with Beth and SE holding my hands and YS demonstrating the art on my own thighs. He took careful aim, counted to three, and WHACK!!!! on my right thigh, and then repeat on my left. It stung fiercely, but after the initial shock, the warmth and tingling was actually kind of neat. Bright red prints showed up, too. I still have the imprint of his thumb on my right thigh. Since now YS and I were old buddies, he asked me to play, so we did a quick OTK scene. That was fun; he too has quite the formidable hand!

The rest of the evening is blurring. I know I had a nice long flogging from Fineous (no party is complete without that). For a while, there was a rotation of women on the bed (we maxed out at five of us in a row), with Mr. Rob and Joe joining Fineous, but I outstayed everyone (yes, I'm greedy) and Fineous finished me off. Most of us were naked save for panties, and Ten took the opportunity to molest my breasts once again (as well as everyone else's on the bed!). :-)

I did an OTK scene with Philly62. He was so nice -- on Friday evening, I'd gotten thirsty and went looking in the bar area for a bottle of water, but it was all gone. Philly62 saw me and asked what I wanted, and I said I'd been hoping for water, but no dice. A few minutes later, he came over to me and handed me a bottle of ice-cold water; he'd gone out and bought it for me! Then later, Whooperine came up to me and said, "I still have to have a talk with you, don't I?" Indeed he did, so we went off into one of the bedrooms and had a fun scene. He was sweet; he massaged and kneaded my cheeks as well as spanking them, and we talked a great deal too. Another one I wish I'd played with sooner than this, but better late than never.

It was a nice surprise when Eve, Tony and Butch of Shadow Lane joined us for a while. Tony pretended he was working a video camera when he saw all of us floggees on the bed. Wish someone had taken a picture of that, but alas.

Knowing that Strict Dave was doing Punishment Court the next morning. we reluctantly decided to call it a night around 2:30-3:00. I keep thinking I've forgotten a scene or two, but this turned out to be such a long-ass installment, I'm going to cut it off here and cover Sunday (as well as anything I've forgotten) in part 4.

The "Fifty Freaks" Weekend, part 2

Friday during the day was very low-key for us. I slept in while John went to the gym, as usual. (You know, I actually brought my gym bag with me this time, fully intending to work out at least once. Who was I kidding?? That gym bag sat in the corner untouched the entire four days.) After he got me up and we showered, we headed down to lunch at Cafe Siena. En route, we found Ten, Alex and a few others going to Friday's; they invited us to join them, but we decided to decline. I knew that tonight's dinner would be pizza, so I wanted to have a properly healthy lunch (and Friday's is not known for healthy fare). After lunch, we went back to our room and slept most of the afternoon.

Joe and Ten had moved to the Presidential Suite, which is huge, and by Friday night things were rocking in there. My first scene of the evening was with Richard Windsor; he and I had planned to play, since we'd never had a proper scene before, just a couple of playful spankings for video promos. Cali and H had brought their spanko fortune cookies and were passing them out, and my fortune read, "Six of the best with the cane." Who better than a Brit, right? So I handed my slip to Rich, asking for a warm-up spanking first and then the cane strokes. He happily complied.

After that, I bent over the couch for the cane. Of course, my beloved John was giving commentary the whole time, and after the six were done, he called out, "You know, Rich, seven is her lucky number, and we are in Vegas..." So I got #7. Then John added, "You know, Rich, eleven would be even better!" Arrggghhhh! Rich leaned down and whispered, "You OK with that?" "Go for it," I said. So six of the best became eleven of the best. John then suggested we make it even luckier and go to 21, but I told him to go @#$% himself. :-)

I'd barely gotten my pants back up with Robert Wolf, Lily Starr's BF/Daddy, said, "Hey Erica, now that you're warmed up, how about a strapping?" Yes, how about that? Absolutely!

We went into one of the bedrooms and I laid over a pillow. He had four straps, each one looking a little heavier. I'd only played with Robert once before, when we shot together last year, but I remembered two things very clearly: 1) he has impeccable aim with implements, and 2) he spanks hard. The first strap stung like crazy, and I groaned when he said, "This is the lightest of the four." John was watching, and once again offering commentary. (Oh, I love you too, honey, you bastard.) ;-)

By the time we got to the third strap, I was writhing and moaning. "Remember, it's only leather," Robert teased. "Yeah, but in your hands, it feels like a 2 x 4!" I bawled. He thoroughly covered both cheeks and upper thighs and I didn't hold back -- I howled my head off, because I could. In the background I heard someone say, "I knew that was Erica!" No smartassery with this scene; I hunkered down and fully experienced it. I could hear the comments in the background, but only partially... I was zoning out.

Afterward, he rubbed on some soothing lotion and gave me a big hug. "That was delicious," he said in my ear. Yes, it was. I then staggered out of the bedroom; everyone laughed when they saw my face and my messed-up hair. Ah yes, that post-scene look!

As usual, a lot of the evening is a blur of chatting, laughing and bantering. Pizzas arrived and I had one slice (even though I don't like cheese, I like pizza. Go figure). I learned something about Ten this weekend; the woman is obsessed with boobs. She loves to do what she calls "motorboating": grabbing our boobs with both hands and smooshing her face into them. And yes, she did that to me. At first just over my shirt. But then I was talking about my "non-existent breasts" and lifted my shirt to prove it. Ten and Whooperine then began oohing and aahing over my "six-pack" (???) and both of them began molesting my stomach. Ten then yanked her shirt up and showed her boobs, claiming they were even smaller than mine. Someone (Tony T, I think) yelled out, "Your turn, Erica!" What the hell. I yanked my shirt and bra up and flashed the room. Hey, it was Vegas.

Cali and H had brought a full selection of martini mixers, and H was playing bartender, making custom martinis for everyone. Mind you, I've never had a martini in my life and John isn't into them at all, but we decided to go for it. So we watched while H whipped up an apple-tini with aplomb, complete with a fresh apple slice and a little green umbrella. Oh my, that was good. I was a bit emboldened after my first one (yes, I had two), and decided this business of sitting back and waiting for tops to ask me to play was for the birds. If I wanted to play with someone, I was going to damn well ask. So when I was chatting with PTL, Beth (I think? memory is hazy) and Mike W, I took a deep breath, sidled over to Mike and whispered, "Mike, will you play with me?"

It was gratifying to watch his face light up. "Sure! When?" "Whenever you like," I said. "How about now?" Good idea!

We went over to one of the couches in the main room, and what followed was what I think is one of the best hand spankings I've ever gotten. No exaggeration. The first part was more of a typical fun party scene, with Mike scolding and blathering top-speak at me ("Keep going, honey, I think you missed a few clichés," I teased him) and me smart-assing up a storm. That would have been great as is. He stopped and began to rub my cheeks a bit, so I relaxed, thinking that was the wind-down.

But then he began to spank again. Lightly at first, rhythmically, back and forth, all over my cheeks, sometimes alternating, sometimes slapping a few times on a cheek. I couldn't tell what he was going to do next and I loved that. I settled in, shutting up and nestling my head into the couch, enjoying it. Slowly, slowly, he ramped it up, almost imperceptibly. He never broke rhythm; he kept up the pace and the variety, but the intensity upped and upped. I don't know how long we were there, but by the time he had hit his peak, I was fully in the zone. The blows had reached major force, but I was one with them, absorbing them, writhing against them and welcoming them at the same time. I was vaguely aware of a voice moaning loudly; it was my own.

And then he stopped. I lay there for quite some time, panting, enjoying the feel of his hand now caressing me. Then I heard him say, "I hope you learned your lesson, Erica."

"Yeah," I gasped. "I learned that next time I'll ask you to play sooner." He laughed and pulled me up into his arms for a warm hug. 

Later, I was given another fortune cookie -- this one read, "75 of Bottom's Choice." Yayy! Itsnature was talking with John and me at the time, so he asked, "What's your choice?" Well, duh... "Hand!" I said. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Some say my hand is worse than any implement." Oh, hell... how bad could it be, really? Somehow, thanks to John, 75 rose to 90. (Big surprise there, huh?)

IN took me back to the couch I'd just left after Mike, and I settled over his lap. Wasting no time, he yanked both my pants and panties down and began. Holy crap. His hand felt like a sledgehammer; that man is STRONG. Bravely, I yelled out the count for all 90 swats. After that, I knew I was done playing for the night. It was only Friday, after all -- there were still two full days and nights to go! I was still feeling the bravado from earlier, so before we left, I approached Whooperine, whom I'd met at the last Shadow Lane party but had not played with yet, and said, "Sometime before this weekend is over, will you play with me?" Again, the relief of seeing the surprised and happy face. "Absolutely!" he said.

I think a lot of the guests were pulling all-nighters at this party, which is fairly typical, but John and I simply can't do it. Well, I can't, anyway. I believe we staggered out of there around 3:00 that night, and John iced me down thoroughly after pouring me into bed.

This is probably as good a place as any to take a break. As timing would have it, I got a bunch of work on the one day when I didn't want any! I just wanted to bask in after-party glow and reports and comments and pictures all day today. But alas, life intervenes. So I'll return for Part 3 later.

The "Fifty Freaks" Weekend, part 1

We just came home from a fabulous gathering in Las Vegas with some spanko friends. This was not an organized commercial event, no party ticket to purchase, just a group of folks who came together to relax, have lots of laughs and spank to our hearts' content. From what I understand, it started out with the intention of being maybe 10-12 people, but before our hosts knew it, it took on a life of its own and the list grew to over 50 people. The more the merrier! Because we're not going to BBW, this gave us the opportunity to see some people we love and meet some new ones. I could start listing names, but I know I'll forget someone or another and I don't want to do that.

The "Fifty Freaks" name came about when one of the Suncoast's bellmen was bringing stuff into Joe and Ten's suite and saw the toys all over the place. Joe's offhand comment to him was, "Yeah, we're just fifty freaks having a little party." Later, the same bellman was bringing another guest's bags in and once again, he saw implements. So he said, "Oh, you must be one of the fifty freaks!" LOL! (Actually, it turned out to be fifty-five freaks in total.)

My party drop has not set in yet, but I know it will, because I had such a wonderful time. This had the feeling of one of the bigger events, but it was more relaxed, more intimate. No planned activities, just an open suite and a bunch of spankos. We did end up having a couple of group outings; more on those later. But mostly, it was just hanging out, lots of play, and a very special camaraderie. And it was quite inexpensive as there was no party fee, so all we had to pay for was the hotel (which gave us a fabulous group rate) and our meals. 

John and I hit the road early on Thursday morning and the drive to Vegas was flawless; no traffic at all. I packed way too damn much, but that's the upside of driving; just throw it all in the car! We checked into our room, unpacked and then took a nap. About 2/3 of the guests were arriving that day (most of the rest on Friday, with a couple of them on Saturday), so we all met up at J & T's suite that evening. Usually at these parties, the first night is kind of low-key and not a whole lot of play until later. Not so here! After the flurry of greetings and hugs and kisses, spanking commenced rather quickly. I played twice that evening; my first icebreaker scene was with Joe (always one of my favorites), and then I played with a gentleman who goes by the name of "itsnature" on FetLife (he was there with LostKitten, cuter than anyone should be allowed to be!). It was the first time I'd met him, although we were already friends on FL. OTK with hand first, then he put me over pillows for a brief strapping. Toward the end, I felt rapid blows, one after the other, and assumed he was simply striking me very quickly. Noooooooo... I found out after the fact that he was hitting me with two straps! Yow!

John and I spent the rest of the evening chatting with our friends. Some fellow bloggers were there: Alex, Lily Starr, Princess Kelley, Beth, Bonnie-Jo and Richard Windsor. So I hope they'll be sharing their accounts too! Watched a lot of spanking, of course. It was especially great to see Cali and her hubby H (from Spanking Court) again; haven't seen them in over a year and this is the first time I've seen them at a party. They are working on lots of new stuff and have a brand-new site that is a catch-all for all their projects: Megaspankings. One of the projects is the popular Sternwood Academy, and Cali mentioned that they're considering hiring a "naughty secretary" to join the Sternwood staff. Fingers crossed...

Since this was just the first night and everyone wasn't there yet, we decided to call it a night relatively early (2:00 am) and said our good-nights. Lots and lots of fun ahead.

Here I am on Friday morning. Nope, no marks yet!

Part 2 after I get some sleep.

Heading off for a few days

Tomorrow morning, John and I are heading for Las Vegas. A small group of friends will be convening at a Vegas hotel and hanging out/spanking Thursday through Monday. It's not a public event so there hasn't been social media buzz about it -- I think we'll end up with around 50-60 people.

I feel sad about having to miss BBW, but this will help make up for it a bit. I'll still get to see some of my favorite people, and have lots of great play! This party is definitely going to be quality spanko time, and face time too for seeing friends, catching up and getting lots of hugs and snuggles.

John and I need this getaway; I think it will be relaxing and fun, and without the urgency of cram-a-week's-worth-of-activity-and-greet-200+-friends-in-three-days that comes with the big events. 

I'll still be checking in, reading email and comments, etc. (With all the @#$%ing spam that's been getting through on Blogger lately, one has to remain diligent!) But I don't think I'll be posting anything of substance until after we come back.

Oh, and here's the one photo Mr. D took the other evening. It's a happy pic, so I thought I'd end on that note. Have a great rest of your week and weekend, y'all. :-)

The sign of a good play partnership...

...and friendship: When you can recover from a scene gone south and come out even better connected.

It's been a rough couple of months for Mr. D. First the illness and passing of his dear friend and neighbor, and then his mother. For the past month while his mom was in end stage, he has been dealing with family (and he has a lot of it), hospitals, funeral homes, legalities. We saw each other once in a month and it was a snatched few hours. Then last week, he had to cancel.

I have been out of sorts too. I was sick for a lot of the past month (and John has been too), so we weren't really having much fun together. I'm still having stomach issues and I have no clue what's going on. I need to see my primary doctor, not let them stick me with whomever's on call that day, and insist that I want tests, not just throwing pills at me that are going to screw up my system even more. But for now, all I wanted was some good quality time with Mr. D. I was feeling selfish and needy, reminding myself over and over how much he had on his plate, but I still wanted what I wanted.

Yesterday was a long wait. He was due at 6:00, but it ended up being 7:30. He'd called me in the afternoon; he'd reached into a box that, unbeknownst to him, had a sheet of glass in it. And he'd sheared the skin off two of his knuckles. It was on his left hand, so he could play, but still... the pain and the blood were intense. By the time he arrived, I was in tears. I felt like an idiot, but I couldn't help it. It had been too long, I guess -- I was feeling disconnected.

We talked. He filled me in on everything that's been going on, assured me that I was as important to him as ever, and he promised things would get back to normal, now that he could have his life back. I could see the exhaustion and pain in his eyes and maybe, just maybe, I should have said at that point, "Hey, you know what? We don't have to play. You don't have to do a thing but relax with me. We'll watch some TV, go to dinner, talk, hang out." But I didn't. I needed to feel that connection, and I know he needed to also.

The OTK hand spanking was lovely, as always. I was tender from the start, since it had been a couple of weeks, but I welcomed it. His sliced fingers were wrapped with gauze and tape, so they were protected, and I think his own endorphins took over -- he said he didn't feel them. But when we moved to implements, it went wrong, somehow.

Everything hurt. I couldn't suck it up, couldn't absorb it. Blows felt off -- too high up on the cheeks, too close to my hips. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want to orchestrate the scene, or make him feel like he wasn't pleasing me. I figured I'd muscle through and share my struggle with him later. 

We were almost done. I was tearing up the bedspread with my fists, keening into the mattress, gasping for breath. Almost, almost... then it happened. A stray shot with the wooden paddle, striking hard on the side of my left cheek. And I lost it.

He knew. I heard him mutter, "Oh no... oh @#$%," and he stopped immediately, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Oh Christ, it hurt. I cried and cried, shaking all over, my limbs jerking. It was a release, and yet it wasn't, because I felt distress. "You're OK, you're OK, I'm here," he crooned to me, rubbing my back, smoothing my hair, But I didn't feel OK. I hurt, but it wasn't a good hurt this time.

He used an ice-pack on me, which cooled down the heat and the ferocious biting sting, and I calmed down a bit. But as soon as he stopped and I curled onto my side, I blurted, "I'm sorry... but that wasn't good for me." And started bawling again.

"What are you apologizing for?" he asked, holding me close. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It was me, it was all me. I was off. I don't know why; maybe it was all the stuff that's been going on. Maybe I was overzealous because it had been so long. But it was me. I'm so sorry. I promise you, things will get back to the way they were. I don't want to lose you -- please forgive me."

Anyone can have an off night. Tops are human, even though sometimes we expect them to be super-human. But it takes a big, big man and the best kind of top to know when he's a little off his game, and to acknowledge it. And I don't have to forgive him; there is nothing to forgive. He's a good man, and a good top. My top.

We went for a late dinner. And he gave me another hand spanking, just to reconnect in our most intimate manner. All was well.

Today, at last, I feel at peace. The rough edges, like overgrown hangnails, have been smoothed once again. I feel clean and connected and cared for. My left cheek is marked, but it will be fine by the time we head for our special weekend on Thursday. More on that later. For now, I have much to do. But I wanted to get this out first.

I don't have any pictures this time. He did take one photo before we started with the implements, but I don't know if it came out. If it did and he sends it to me, I'll post it. I was smiling in it. As I am now.