Look out... here it comes...

... party drop. Yes, it has arrived.

It's quite inevitable, after these weekends. So much stimulation, so much attention, so much love, such a suspension of real life. Then you come back.

I'm taking it in stride so far, knowing it is what it is and it will pass. I knew the post-part giddiness wouldn't last forever. FetLife and Twitter have been a whirlwind of pictures, posts, comments and thank-yous, and when I look at them now, my heart hurts a little. I miss you guys! I want to be with you again! I want hugs and snuggles and spanks and laughs and all that party goodness. I want to be all over the U.S. at once and see everyone.

I don't know when I will be playing with Steve next. No, it's not because of what you might be thinking. He's simply dealing with a deluge of real-life issues all at once, and his energy and head-space for play have temporarily been squelched. It happens. Reality blows. I will hold good thoughts that things get better for him. I miss him.

But I do get to be with my sweetie tonight and this weekend. I think we may be belatedly celebrating our anniversary, which was last Friday. No big plans, just a nice dinner somewhere. And lots of post-party dishing. Yes, men dish too. :-)

Meanwhile, on a cheerier note, I got a few pictures from the Amateur Spankings film I shot with BratKaye. Apparently, it's going to be called "Up to No Good." How apropos! 

Well, maybe not. I mean, come on. Do we look like troublemakers here?

OK. I guess we do.

No Chross list this week??! Dammit! I was a shoo-in with these party reports! (sulk) How dare he have a life when I'm so in need of attention. ;-)

Yes, that was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek. Have a great weekend, y'all.

Shadow Lane 2013, Part 4 (Sunday)

Sunday morning I was able to sleep in until about 10:30, because Strict Dave's CP Court wasn't until noon. As we've learned to do, John and I got there early when they were still setting up, so we could get seats on one of the couches. It was a good plan, because the room ended up being so packed with bodies, it was standing room only, and people were spilling out into the foyer! It's a statement about how well-loved Dave and his CP Court are, because so many of these people were running on fumes, having had little to no sleep, and yet here they all were on a Sunday morning.

As I sat waiting for court to start, I felt hands on my shoulders and turned to see KinkyCoach, who had positioned himself behind the couch. We started chatting, and I asked if he would play with me that evening, to which he answered yes. A few minutes later after I'd faced forward again, these amazing strong fingers and thumbs started probing my neck and shoulders, and I would have slumped off the couch and landed on the carpet, had Alex and Prux not been sitting at my feet. I told KC that if his spanking was anything like his massage, I was going to fall in love with him. He laughed and said I had his permission to do so.

(A quick aside: once again, I marvel at how I can toss off flirtatious sentences like that while sitting right next to my beloved. I love my open-minded, non-possessive man!! ♥)

Court convened and was the usual crazy fun. It ran a bit longer this time and we were there until nearly 2:00, but it was worth it. After that, John and I headed down to Café Siena once again, this time accompanied by Mir and Samantha (no, not Woodley). We sat and yapped up a storm, lingering there until nearly 4:00. 

After a nap and doing some packing, I put on my baby-doll PJs and we headed to 801 at 8:00 for the final blow-out. I had kept missing people all weekend with whom I wanted to play, and I planned to make up for that tonight. Little did I know just how much I would be doing that!

First thing I saw when I walked into one of the bedrooms was the gorgeous Maddy Marks, stretched out on the bed and being double-massaged by her man and by KC. "What's all this?" I teased, walking over. She turned her head and smiled at me, saying hello. "Hello, you lucky woman," I replied. Then I glanced at KC, flicked the spike of hair he has on top of his head and said, "When's my turn, Alfalfa?"

(Yes, I know. No one under 40 will get that reference.)

I got my turn with him shortly thereafter. He started with massage -- I took off my PJ top and sprawled out, relishing having all the knots kneaded out of me. He then asked, "Feeling good?" and I said "Almost. I still want a spanking." Damn, I'm greedy. He complied, sitting down and pulling me across his lap. Unfortunately, he happened to have a nasty hairbrush handy (shudder). He made me pay for the "Alfalfa" comment, and one more. At some point when he'd been waxing egotistical (and tongue-in-cheek) about his effects on women, I'd asked, "So is that why your hair spikes up -- because your head is too big for it to lie flat?" :-D

When another couple joined us on the bed, he shifted me to make more room and then resumed with his hand. As I squirmed, I felt something hard under my arm, and realized it was the brush. Mischievously I grabbed it and waved it front of his face, but when he reached for it, I threw it across the room. "You little @#$%!" he blurted, laughing. Of course, one of his fellow tops retrieved it for him, and he let me have it, doing a leg lock when I kicked. Yum.

At the end he had me stand, then kneel down in front of him so we could hug. I sighed, "This is when I know I've had a good scene -- I hate to see it ending!" It didn't, not just yet. Aftercare went on for about 15-20 minutes; I lost track of the time. We just stayed in that position, hugging tight. I tuned everything out and focused on how good I felt. When we finally pulled apart, I stood and then we hugged yet again. This time, his face was on my upper chest, so he gave me a quick and playful nip/suckle. Then I heard him say, "Damn, you've got sensitive skin!" I looked down and saw this:

Gaaaaaa! I knew I was never going to hear the end of this, and I certainly didn't. John teased me about it for the rest of the evening, and every time someone asked me what that was, John would say, "Yes, honey, tell them!" I had to repeat the story several times, blushing furiously.

I was Jell-O after that, so I staggered back into the main room and sat at Joe's feet for a while, chatting with him and Joey. Soon we were joined by others, and pizzas arrived, so everyone munched and talked for a while. At one point, I was sitting with Alex, Mila and Christy Cutie (who really is a cutie) and making them laugh with my stories about one of the scene's most infamous creepers. Then it was back to play. I did a quickie scene with Alex (male Alex, not Reynolds), which was silly fun and hurt his hand more than my butt. (snicker) 

The rest of the night is a blur of play-mania. Suddenly, everyone I'd wanted to play with all weekend was turning up and asking me -- YS, Malignus, Fineous, and of course Michael, with whom I knew I wanted seconds (and maybe thirds). In the next couple of hours, I had my first scene with Malignus (who was a lot of fun and a great top), one hell of an intense strapping with itsnature (two straps at a time at some points!), and then one of Fineous's magical floggings.

Also in that time span, I had my second scene with Michael, which was shorter than our first, but rather emotional for me, because I felt like I'd insulted him and I ended up tearing a little. He had scolded me earlier for focusing on others in the room during the spanking when he'd told me not to, so I was being very careful to not do that again. But when we were having aftercare, I was snuggled up in his arms, and then I heard John off to the side, loudly (for my benefit) saying, "WELL! It's going to be a long, awkward drive home!" I couldn't help it -- I burst out laughing. Then I thought, "Oh no!! I did it again!" Michael cracked up too, so he was totally OK with it. The scene was over, after all. However, I still got wiggy, and when we stood up, I started babbling, "Are you OK with that? You're not mad, are you? You're not upset with me for laughing?" He just stared at me, incredulous. "Erica, look at me," he said. "Look at this face. Do you see 'mad' here? Do you see 'upset' here? Do you see anything but a very happy man?" Silly, silly me, getting all teary-eyed. But these parties tend to reduce us to our most emotional cores when we least expect it. Michael told me to go off and play, but that we weren't finished. That's when I knew I wanted him to be my final scene of the weekend.

I really, really wanted to play with YS, who had likewise expressed that desire. But we kept missing each other that night. Around 12:30, I saw him across the room and approached him, asking if now was a good time. He had a package of cigars in his hand, and he looked at me regretfully and said, "Oh... I was just about to go out with the guys and have a cigar! After? Will you still be here?" I figured cigars wouldn't take too long, so I'd hang out, talk with others, then play with him when he came back. That would leave one more scene with Michael, and then I'd call it a night. He promised he'd come back and find me, and he was off. I told Michael about the plan so he was down with it as well, and he went off to play some more.

I sat with John and chatted with Jada and Kelley and several others, just relaxing and enjoying the various sensations of afterglow. But after a while, I started getting very drowsy. We had to get up at 7:00 so we could hit the road early and beat the traffic. I kept glancing at the foyer, waiting for YS, and then back at my watch. When it was quarter of two and he hadn't come back, I regretfully made a decision -- I couldn't wait any longer. I wasn't upset; I know how things go at these parties. He probably got sidetracked and it simply wasn't meant to be, this time.

So I found Michael. "I'm ready," I said.

He sat at the side of the bed and had me stand before him, my hands on my head. Then he pulled my PJ bottoms and panties down, had me face him while he spoke quietly to me, telling me what he was going to do. How loved I was, how much I needed this and how honored he was to be my first and last. Then he began.

Flurries. Really hard, fast flurries, with pounding swats that screamed through my entire body and had me moaning into the pillow. He'd pause briefly to rub, to whisper encouragement, then I'd feel a firm hand pressing on my back, or gripping my hair, and the next flurry would begin. The last one was the hardest, and through my haze of pain, I heard him count down. "Five... four... three... two... one... let it out!!" I raised my head off the pillow and let out a howl, then collapsed back down. I was done. I was blissful, wrung out, my whole body throbbing, my blood singing in my veins. 

Delicious. Perfect.

After Michael delivered me back to John, I knew I was done. It was 2:30, and despite my usual attack of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), it was time to go. We reluctantly began our goodbyes. The beautiful OTKDesire hugged me tight and said, "No, you can't go!" which made me smile. Joe said, "This is worth a break in the music," and he turned the sound down for a moment and announced, "Everyone, Erica Scott and John are leaving!" LOL! A whirlwind of hugs, and we left. I clung tightly to John in bed that night, feeling the need for his closeness. He's so very good to me at these parties, letting me flit around and do my thing while he socializes. I love him so much for this, and for so many other things, too. ♥

I ended this weekend with few regrets. I'm sorry we didn't get to see Dana, and I'm sorry I didn't get to play with YS, or with Joe. The party was not without its emotions, and I witnessed a couple of mini-meltdowns, which made my heart hurt. I've been there; I know how it is. These gatherings are so nurturing, yet at the same time, they can be excruciating. We're all keyed up, sleep-deprived, and engaging in play that brings our emotions and vulnerabilities to the forefront, and every feeling, good and bad, is multiplied tenfold. So for those who had rough moments this weekend, please know you are not alone. 

For everyone this weekend who talked with me, hugged me, played with me, filmed with me, gave me love and warm fuzzies, thank you. For our suite party hosts, thank you for taking such good care of us. To Shadow Lane, thank you for yet another great party. For my beloved, thank you for being my companion; I can't imagine being at one of these events without you.

And now, I suppose I should get back to work.

P.S. Does anyone else see the irony of this? I come home from a spanking weekend -- my thighs are a mess, my chest has a big fat suck mark on it, and yet my butt is spotless?? (sore, yes, but completely white. Meh!)

Shadow Lane 2013, Part 3 (Saturday night)

So I finally got myself down to the ballroom, where John had already gotten us seats at a table (right next to the dance floor, yes!). We went to the buffet -- I was happy to see that the choices were much better than the hors d'oeuvres the night before, including salmon and baked chicken, and fresh steamed veggies. Good healthy choices, so I could splurge and have a piece of chocolate mousse cake afterwards! :-)

Everyone looked great; John looked so handsome in his suit, as always. One standout for me was Mila Kohl, decked out in a floor-length, strapless ball gown with her hair put up. She looked like a princess! And Sarah Gregory looked like a beautiful siren in red.

I also had Kaye take pictures of Michael and me. My cell phone takes crappy shots, but I liked this anyway. :-)

Dammit, I forgot to have someone take a picture of John and me together this year. Argh. 

After dinner, John asked me to dance, and we got on the floor just as Bob the DJ was starting Madonna's "Hanky Panky." Perfect! I threw myself into it, dancing my butt off -- how I managed to get through that whole song without stumbling on my high heels, I'll never know. Shortly thereafter, Bob began the "Electric Slide," and a big group got up for it. Last year, I'd watched everyone doing this and thought how much fun it looked, but didn't have the nerve to join in. This year, I was determined to do it. So I kicked off my pumps and jumped right in. It's pretty simple, actually -- just four moves, with a quarter turn in between sets of four. Fun! Best of all, I then danced a slow dance with my sweetheart. It was our 17th anniversary last Friday. ♥

Just before 10, we went back to our room so I could fix my hair and makeup before my shoot with Triple A. John was dropping me off at AAA-John's room, so we arrived there promptly at 10 and knocked on the door. No answer. Knocked again, no answer. Oh, crap.

I didn't know what to do -- we hadn't exchanged any contact information. 
I texted Alex, since she's friends with AAA-John, thinking she might know where he was. She sent back a phone number, but I couldn't use it because I don't have an international plan on my phone. So we waited there until 10:20. I was so bummed and disappointed. "Why do people have to be so flaky?" I sighed to John. We decided to go back down to the ballroom to look for him, and sure enough, as we were going up the escalator, we saw AAA-John coming down! So we got off the escalator at the top and ran to the going-down side.

He and his work partner David were full of apologies -- they had been looking for me in the ballroom! "You must have been calling us all sorts of dirty names," David mused. And John quipped, "No, not at all... but the word 'flake' did come up." AAACCCKK! I was so embarrassed! But they just laughed; no offense was taken. We were all simply happy that we'd connected after all.

Long story short, we ended up back in the AAA room and both men were completely amenable to John staying to watch. Since AAA-John and I were all dressed up, we decided to do a scenario as a couple who were at a party, and he was miffed at me for drinking too much and flirting with the bartender. We ad-libbed the whole thing and had some fun banter. I really enjoyed this shoot! :-) It was so easy and relaxed. But I'm never going to live down that "flake" business.

I love getting dressed up, but it was enough already. I couldn't wait to go back to our room to change into something more comfortable, but still somewhat dressy (a pink-and-black skirt and a black tank top), and swap out the stockings and pumps for low-heeled sandals. And it was back to Room 801 for us!

Having seen a lot of FLA Paddler on FetLife, I was pleased to finally meet him. He was every bit as charming as he'd seemed. That night, I decided to follow my new "Ask people to play; don't wait for them to ask you" motto and approached him, asking if he'd like to play. He asked what type of scene I'd like; I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I answered, "Ummm... spanking?" He laughed, then said, "Yes, spanking... but anything else? Flogging? Strapping? Single-tail?" Oooh, flogging, yes please. So we went into the bedroom and did a lovely long scene, with spanking first and then a delicious double flogging. He was very talented with those things, spot on with his aim and great at varying the intensities. And he was interactive, talking with me throughout, which I liked, since I didn't know him well and it helped me feel more connected. 

After that, I was pliant and warm and relaxed, and reluctantly put my clothes back on (I'd stripped down to panties) and shuffled my way back into the living room. The rest of the evening feels a bit blurry and I hope I don't forget anything crucial. I do remember sitting on the couch with Michael and Prux, eating a piece of the sheet cake our hosts had gotten to celebrate Shadow Lane's 22nd year. Then we were joined by a gentleman who goes by the name "Oak" on FetLife. I'd met him the night before; he's from Denmark, a stunning tall blond man with a sweet smile and a soft-spoken voice with a delicious accent. Michael started saying a lot of complimentary things about him, and Prux pronounced him the "yummiest man ever." Well! One thing led to another, and soon Oak was leading me by the hand back into the bedroom. We had a brief but lovely OTK scene -- yes indeed, he IS yummy. :-D  I had my usual insecurities about playing with someone so much younger, but he thanked me and told me he'd enjoyed it.

Back in the main room, John was busily chatting with Amy on one couch, so I sat back down next to Michael on the other. He and I had chatted earlier and he'd shared a story of a wonderful scene experience with me, so I was feeling especially warm and fuzzy toward him. And I was also getting very sleepy. I ended up curling up against him, with my legs up and across his lap, and closing my eyes, letting the sounds of the party float around me and feeling my body relax completely. You know, all the playing is delicious, but moments like these, special sharing moments with dear friends, really make the weekend for me.

I wish I could remember whether or not I played again that night -- I don't think I did. All I remember is sprawling against John later while he continued his chat with Amy, and when I knew I couldn't stay awake any longer, I said, "Honey, I'm gonna go back to our room and go to bed." I didn't want him to end his conversation, but he insisted that they were winding it up anyway, so we said our good-nights and we took off for the night. I think it was around 2:30. I know a lot of people pulled all-nighters, but we all know I just can't do that. It was all I could to do to wash my face and brush my teeth before falling into bed. Despite my head swirling with the evening's activities, I fell asleep almost immediately.

Sunday next! But first, something I forgot from Saturday afternoon at the SSNY party. I was talking with Beth, Ellee and YS, and I whispered to Beth that I wanted thigh turkeys from YS. Of course, that sweet girl made it happen! :-D He sat me down, with practically the whole room watching, and did his particular magic on my oh-so-sensitive thighs. Beth snapped pictures as we watched the hand prints bloom.

The prints blurred after a day or so, so now I'm left with a colorful array of red streaks and small bruises.

I have no idea why thigh turkeys are so damned fascinating. They just are.

Part 4 tomorrow.

Shadow Lane 2013, Part 2 (Sat. morning & afternoon)

John dragged me out of bed at 9:15 a.m. on Saturday so I could shower and get ready for the shoot with BratKaye. In honor of that shoot, I wore some brand-new lingerie:

Got myself some caffeine and arrived at their room at 10:15. We chatted for a while, then got down to business. Kaye and I did a scenario where we essentially played ourselves: two "spanking models" at a party in Vegas. However, we'd been booked (and pre-paid) for a custom shoot the night before, but both of us blew it off, ignoring our phone calls and texts and partying up a storm with fellow guests. So of course, G was taking us to task for it.

Too funny -- G was prepared with cameras and lights and all that stuff, but he'd neglected to bring any implements! So Kaye called Fineous (the famous flogger) and asked if he had anything we could borrow. Fortunately he was up and dressed, and he delivered a hairbrush to the room (thanks a lot, Fin). We improvised and shot what I think will be a fun scene, with plenty of smart-assery. I don't have any stills from that yet (dammit! I want all my pictures, now!), but will post when I have some.

After that, I found John back in our room, and we headed down to Café Siena to have lunch. On our way, we met Joe and Ten in the elevator, and they asked to join us. Are you kidding? Who would say no to those two as companions? We had a great lunch with lots of lively conversation; I wanted to treat, since I'd just gotten paid for a shoot, but Ten absolutely would not hear of it, pulling out her credit card. I started to argue, but she put up a finger and gave me her Bossy Ten face, so I backed down. :-)

"I have money," she said. "Don't you know I'm a chubby hooker??" (That was in reference to a post some asshat made on FetLife last week, where he said the "new crop of spanking models" were a bunch of hookers, and most of them were too "chubby." Charming, huh?) John came back with, "That's chubby ho." So, our new name for Ten is CeeHo. ;-)

The SSNY folks were having a suite party from 1-4, with hopes to show a bunch of their video shorts, as they always do. These things are a riot and a highlight of any party weekend. Unfortunately, this time, they couldn't get the big-screen TV to hook up properly and show them. What a bummer! The room was packed, very noisy, and dreadfully warm, and while I loved being there, I found myself feeling a bit overwhelmed and not knowing which way to turn. Then I glanced over and saw Prux standing alone -- she looked exactly how I felt. I sidled over to her and said, "Hey, you wanna take a break and go outside for a bit?" She nodded, and we went out to the hallway (which was blessedly cool) and sat down with our backs against the wall, chatting. Soon, we were joined by others such as Michael, Lance Del Toro, OTKDesire, Aurora, and my John, with several others walking by and greeting us.

At one point, John from Triple A Spanking came over to say hello. He's from the UK (we had a lot of UK folks this time! always lovely to see them) and this was his first SL party; I'd been introduced to him the night before. I knew he was shooting all weekend, so I was thrilled to bits when he said, "Hey Erica, would you like to film a little something later?" Hellz, yes! I suggested we do it right after the dinner buffet/dance, when we'd be all dressed up, and he agreed, so I said I'd come to his room at 10 p.m. 

After a while, Michael whisked Prux off to give her some special attention and the others left as well, so John and I went back into the SSNY room. Once there, I was approached by Kor-E, who had asked earlier if this was the year where we'd finally play, and I said yes. "Got a minute?" he said. "Yes!" I replied, and off we went into the bedroom, where we had a hilarious scene. He was melodramatically scolding me for seeing him at parties for the past seven years and not knowing that he wanted to play with me. "Why didn't you just ask?" I screeched. "You're supposed to know! You're supposed to read our minds, and know from just that quick glance across the room!" Oh, brother. "I am NOT a @#$%ing Shadow Lane ambassador!" I protested, but it was no use. For the rest of the scene, I had to hear all about his "misery and heartache." ;-) We hammed it up and had a lot of laughs. He said he thought perhaps now he could let go of the pain he's been carrying and forgive me. I certainly hope so.

When the SSNY party ended, there was another event at 4:00, but I was wiped out and needed a nap. So John and I headed to our room to sleep a while. Upon our arrival, I got a text from Dana, which brought some sad news. Poor thing had a pipe burst in her house, flooding the downstairs! How horrible! So of course, not only was our shoot off, but all the others she had scheduled as well. What utter suckage. I felt so bad for them; what a thing to happen, and what incredibly rotten timing. I was so disappointed that I was going to miss seeing them yet again, but it couldn't be helped. I texted back, asking if we could help somehow (help move furniture, whatever), but she said the landlady and her husband were there and would be there all the next day too. (sigh) I hope they will be OK and the damage will be minimal.

John woke me up at 6:00 so I could get ready. Saturday night is always "dress-up" night at these things, and I was prepared with an LBD, fishnet stockings and high heels.

You know, after all these years, I'm still a nervous wreck before the Saturday night affair. I'm not sure why. I take forever with my makeup and my hair and I ask John to go down to the ballroom ahead of me so I can have a couple of minutes alone to breathe deep and gather myself. Silly, isn't it. But it's what I do. Finally, I was (somewhat) satisfied with my appearance and headed downstairs to start the long night of partying.

These entries are wayyyyy long, so I'm going to break them up into manageable bits. Part 3 coming soon!

Shadow Lane 2013!

I meant to start with this last night, but as timing would have it, my free (and not very efficient) photo editing software decided to stop working. As I had a mess of pictures to crop/resize/etc., this was not pleasing. It was suggested that I uninstall/reinstall the software, which was a good idea, but then I decided, oh, screw it. I'll pay a bit to have something better. So I signed up for PicMonkey, which is only $33 a year, and their editing capabilities are fabulous! I think I will learn some new tricks there.

Anyway... enough stalling. My head is exploding with memories and I need to start getting them down before they fade.

It was a great weekend. A blur of a weekend. About 230 people, a mix of familiar, dear faces and some wonderful new ones. We arrived on Friday afternoon, got checked in and lugged about a week's worth of stuff to our room. There was a suite party going on at 4:00, but it was a themed party with costumes, and I didn't think we'd be a good fit straggling in with our rumpled drive-to-Vegas clothes. Plus, I needed to decompress from the drive. So we decided to start the party with the vendor fair. Late start, considering so many had already been there at least a day (some more than that), but oh well. We would make up for lost time.

This party had a great feel -- I sensed it from the minute we walked in. The energy was palpable. Waiting in line to check in, we were greeted by JerseyJohn, Joe and Ten, and Sean and AmyAmyAmy. And as I got to the head of the line, an adorable little critter came bounding out of the ballroom and launched herself at me into a big hug -- it was Prux, whom I hadn't met in person yet, but we were friends on FetLife and I thought she was the cutest thing. She's even cuter in person. :-)

The next couple of hours are a blur of greetings and hugs and shrieks of delight. As always, I felt like I was being rude, because I'd no sooner start to talk with someone than another would be at my side, and I was constantly turning and diverting attention and flitting and trying to be about three people at once. So I do hope everyone understood! If I start to list names of everyone I greeted, I'll surely leave some people out, and that would suck as well. But I do have to mention a couple.

I was delighted to see Beth, because I had a little gift for her. That girl is crazy about unicorns, and a month or so ago, I had been shopping at Target and espied a small, very cute, turquoise stuffed unicorn in the toy department when I was looking for jigsaw puzzles. Thinking of Beth, I couldn't resist snatching it up and buying it for her. So it was such fun to see her face when she opened the gift bag. :-D

On FetLife, there is a gentleman who calls himself KinkyCoach. He and I had never met and hadn't friended each other, but I was aware of him, because he posts a lot of what I call "food porn." He is apparently quite the cook, and he loves to post magazine-quality pictures of his culinary creations so everyone can drool and moan about them. I had looked at his photos, but there were none of him, and when I saw all the food, I thought, "I bet this guy weighs about 300 pounds." So I was delightfully surprised when a tall, handsome and fit man with spiky silver-gray hair approached me and introduced himself as KinkyCoach! Not quite what I'd imagined! :-D 

A couple of pictures were taken: Princess Kelley took one of us, but hasn't sent it to me yet (hint hint, Kelley!), and Alex Reynolds took a cute one and texted it to my cell, but for whatever reason, I can't transfer it off my phone and onto the computer so I can upload it. @#$%! Waiting for her to email it to me.

EDIT: Got the picture of Kelley and me! Yay! Happy girls!

It wasn't long before I was thrown under the bus for the first time. Dear, sweet Famous Kat came up to me, holding one of those utterly wretched "Lickin' Sticks" that the good folks at SSNY make and sell. It looks sort of like a wooden ruler, but it's thicker and all the edges are rounded, and it BITES. She was looking to sell it, and asked me if I wanted it. "Hell, no!" I blurted. She then grinned at me and said, "I'm selling it to John." "You are not," I snapped. "Yeah, I think I will," she insisted. "Don't you dare!" I warned her. But damned if she didn't march herself over to where he was sitting, and sweet-talk him into buying that damn thing off her. "You're DEAD!" I hollered across the room, but all she did was flash me that @#$%-eating grin of hers, as she did for the rest of the weekend, every time she saw me. Harrumphh!!

The night sped by. There was a buffet of snack food and John finally convinced me to sit down for a few minutes and eat something, but I was too excited to stay in one place for long. Besides, about the only thing I could eat was the fruit. They did have chicken skewers, but I tried them and they were basically little salt pillars that just looked like chicken. Gaaaaack! So off I went again, running around and continuing the greetings, until it was time to head for Room 801, when Joe and Ten, along with James and Korey Mae Johnson, were hosting all weekend. Tom and Morgan also had suite parties most of the weekend, but John and I somehow never ended up there, or in any of the other room/suite gatherings. Room 801 was home base.

My first scene of the weekend was with the much-beloved Michael, aka InspectHerHide on FetLife. I don't think John and I were in 801 for more than 17 seconds before Michael was grabbing my hand and saying, "I'm ready!" I certainly was too, so off we went to one of the bedrooms.

What a great first scene. We started out as we usually do, clowning and laughing and being silly. He grabbed me by the hand and yanked me around the room, announcing to everyone we passed that he was going to spank me. But once we settled into the scene, we got into a more serious mode. Another couple came in and started to play on the bed, but he didn't want me to interact with them at all. "Your only focus is on me," he commanded. He can do that. I am totally OK with his taking over; I just melt along with it, and with him.

Joe had given him a leather strap, but he ended up using just his hand, which is plenty formidable, and I was well warmed when the scene came to an end. I sighed sadly into the pillow, "I guess I have to get up now, huh?"

"Not yet, you don't," he said, grabbing my legs and maneuvering me so I was lying flat on the bed. Then he took off my shoes, unzipped my dress and proceeded to give me a fabulous massage. At one point, my friend Mir came in. I turned my head and said, "Hey, Mir!" and Michael gently but firmly swiveled my head back in the other direction. "No," he said. "You are under my care and responsibility right now, until the moment I hand you back over to John. And until then, your only focus is on the sensations I'm giving you. Do you understand?" "Yes," I murmured. 

When we were done, he pulled me up and then into his lap for a long hug. Then he put my shoes back on and set my clothes back properly. The one thing I was allowed to do myself was put my glasses back on. Then he led me by the hand back to John. So. Freaking. Hot.

I was shooting with Amateur Spankings in the morning, so I didn't want to play much on Friday night. I was too busy with all the greeting, anyway. So I did one more scene, a quick one with Glenn, and that was it for the night, play-wise. Still, we stayed in 801 until 2:00 a.m. and had a great time. At midnight, there was a Domestic Discipline showcase, with several couples demonstrating DD-style spanking. We were supposed to rate the best one with applause at the end, but everyone was so good, we really couldn't choose just one, so they gave up on the prize idea.

I think I'll end Part 1 here, as I have to go return the rental car. More to come, and with pictures, I promise!