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.