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A Weekend With A Good Girl – Saturday

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Here is the second part to the story guys, and as with the first part, the story is unedited from its original posting in 2006. On Monday the final part will be posted.

A Weekend With A Good Girl – Saturday

Sleep!! We don’t need no stinking sleep!!

Each time one person turned, the other woke up. Muneca, my cat,  is going nuts trying to find his spot. It’s normally the bottom left of the bed, but when I have company he is always right next to my head at the top right. Neither one seemed to appease him tonight, so he settled on climbing under the covers and sleeping between my legs, but he was such a fidget bum in doing so, going from one end of the bed to the other.

6.30am comes, like two hours after we went to sleep, and the alarm goes off, numbnuts here forget to turn it off before we went to bed. At around 11am we both woke up to face the world. A late breakfast and just a few warm up spankings, but for the most part we just checked in on SIN and chatted. I think I stepped out to get something and Aurora took the time to shower. Finding a towel in a bachelor pad proved far more difficult than I had thought though, lol. But anyway, I also showered and returned to spend some time with Aurora.

We had decided to go out to eat, but not before a spanking of course. It started off with me rubbing her jean clad bottom and enjoying the heat that was still in them, her poor bottom must have been burning up. Ordinarily I am not one for jeans, but I have to admit that her bottom looked delightful in this one pair and they were surprisingly thin for a pair of jeans. So I started to spank away happily, giving her a good warm up and a nice butt rub at the same time. It is really hard to give this girl a damn good spanking, she lies there with this beautiful look of contentment on her face, moves her bottom to the rhythm of your hand, and purrs like a kitty throughout. God forbid I ever have to actually spank her for a real reason; it really would hurt me more than it would hurt her!!

So the warm up is out of the way, it is now time to pull the jeans down. Aurora sits up and allows me to unbutton her jeans, she provided a little assistance in getting them down as they were a nice tight pair, while the puppy stayed on focus and ignored the delightful black lace, boy cut panties that were coming into view  Back over my lap she went and it was apparent that the panties were rather symbolic really; they covered none of her target area. The spanking began again, I would space it out with a regular spanking followed by a few minutes of gentle rubbing, including using my nails to go over the surface area. Then I would give her a series of very hard spanks followed by a very firm grabbing of her bottom. It was with great delight that I watched her cross her ankles and raise both legs up each time I began to rub, it was like my own little remote control 🙂

Aurora’s own personal hairbrush was already on the couch and she had never been spanked with it. Seizing the opportunity, I reached for it and began to circle her bottom with it. It was oval shaped and raised in the middle; something I knew for sure would have a nice wicked sting to it. So I began to pepper her bottom with her own hairbrush, watching as her cheeks clenched and her hands dug into the seat. I’m not a wicked person, but her own brush did land quite vigorously for quite a while. It even prompted Aurora to yelp out “That thing has got some bite to it”, not that it worried me any. Not that they were of any protection, but the panties did need to come down of course. So letting them settle at her knees I picked up the brush once more, only this time I used the bristles to rub up her down her bottom and thighs. Whenever the bristles reached the spanked areas her legs would keep crossing each other, it’s a pretty evil thing for me to do. I carried on with the hairbrush for a little longer but then switched to my hand. Aurora had already been over my lap for about half an hour so I had to pace it a little bit.

For ten more minutes we went through the routine of hard spanks, soft spanks, gentle rubbing, and firm rubbing. It got to a point where I needed to stop though; my leg at this point was pretty numb as it hadn’t moved for three quarters of an hour. I pulled up her lace panties and helped her rise up, we hugged for a while and finally she winced as she pulled up her tight jeans over her well spanked bottom.

Time for some dinner.

Aurora took her hairbrush and used it for its intended purpose, brushing the static out of her hair and trying to cool her flushed face. I grabbed my keys and wallet and waited for her to finish. Aurora did so and headed my way, I guess she wasn’t ready for dinner just yet though, she wanted a hug. So we just stood there and hugged for a while, it’s obvious that this girl is very affectionate and needs a lot of loving. After the conversation that we were to have at the diner, it further enhanced my view that she really is a good girl and needed a weekend of pampering. Okay, so you can all call me a big softy if you want, but I really have a big heart. If the gift that I could give her was a weekend of nice spankings, something that she was yet to have had in her life, then I was going to do that for her and give Aurora a memory that she could keep for a while.

So we start the walk to the diner in gale force winds, I’m only wearing a shirt that isn’t tucked in, and Aurora has on open toed shoes… are spankos really wired differently or what? As we walked, Aurora spilled out what she calls the “S” word, yes; she had actually gotten up the nerve to say the word spanking!! I commented on it and for the first time I started to see the hidden brat inside of her, her response to me was “I don’t care, I don’t ever have to see these people again, I’m not the one that has to live here” and she started to laugh. I smiled at her sass, but once in the diner, ol’ Houndog bellowed out the ‘spanking’ word and her head flew around as her face blushed bright red.

It was in the diner that Aurora started to open up. I was already pretty enchanted with her anyway, but by the time we left the diner I had such a protective desire to keep her from harm. The conversation was a very personal one, but all I could think is how can anyone treat this girl so badly! The title isn’t a joke, Aurora really is a good girl, a very charming, loving, sweet individual, and somebody who really deserves the best, yet has not got that to date. It’s not something she thinks about really, like many other folks, I also have a lot from my past that is unacceptable behavior from others towards you. When you deal with those types of situations it is easy to brush them off as nothing and that it isn’t as bad as it sounds. It really is though, even though you are able to accept what happened, it doesn’t make it right.

So now I’m a real big softy. Aurora just shrugs off the negative while inside I am feeling very protective of her. It just convinces me more just to keep on being nice to her. We had so much planned during the build up to her stay, but fuck it; I don’t care about that anymore. It was just a build up to get inside of her head, well now it’s too late; she has actually gotten inside of my head. I’m guessing there is another good girl in the works tonight!!

Saturday evening was pretty quiet, a few minor spanks here and there, a few hugs, and Aurora just snuggled up next to me pretty much as I watched the hockey game, occasionally logging on to see if anything was happening on the board. When you meet someone it isn’t all aboutspanking, there has to be some chemistry. The fact that we were able to talk like old friends and just sit on the couch cuddled up, told me that I was spending some time with someone very special, it wasn’t all about the spanking. Ok, so during the evening some other little spankings happened, nothing major, and around 2am we decided to get ready for bed.

As soon as we got to the bed the spanking pretty much started, bare bottomed this time for the duration. Aurora had subtly asked for the tawse, and I brought that along with the leather paddle. Unlike the night before, this time I did spank her a little bit harder. There was still lots of rubbing, but each round of spanks was in the region of 20 nice firm ones followed by a few with the small tawse. By the way, she likes the tawse, she REALLY likes the tawse 🙂 I do believe that her ever present hairbrush was used to good effect, but for the most part I spanked her firmly with my hand.

When the spanking was over we had the obligatory hug, did what we needed to do, then set up the DVD player and lay on the bed. Aurora laid in front of me, using whatever part she could find of me to use as a pillow. Before starting the DVD, she was laid on her back with her head on my arm, it was at this point that I told her what I felt about her. Maybe it’s not something that she hears often enough, but I told Aurora that I found her to be a really charming young lady, that it had been an absolute pleasure of mine to spend this time with her, and maybe she will remember everything I said, but I just basically told her that I thought she was a wonderful human being and that I would be sad to see her leave. I wanted to say a bit more but she started to wipe tears from her eyes, so I just left it there. A few hours later that morning, she was to set on a 1200 mile journey to her new life. Even though I really wanted to let her know how special of a person she meant to me, I also didn’t want to upset her. She understood what I meant so I didn’t need to harp on about it.

I pressed the play on the DVD; Aurora buried her head on my bicep and rested her right arm over mine. I was on my side and with my right hand I started to massage Aurora’s back, for about an hour and a half as we watched the DVD I massaged her. Now then, did I spoil this girl or what? Aurora had actually offered to give ME a massage, but ut uh, I was going to be a total mush and pamper her this weekend, and so as she fought to stay awake, I gently rubbed her back as we both watched the show. Another relatively sleepless night lay ahead, but I do recall drifting off as her fingers played with my sideburns.

To be continued….

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A Weekend With a Good Girl – Friday

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The weekend that just passed was spent with friends. One of those friends is someone who I have know for many years and is someone who once came to visit me in 2006. As the years have passed, so did our communication with each other, so it was a great experience to relive old memories with my friend, Aurora. The following is the story of when we first met.

As I will be away this weekend I will pre-post the story as it was originally posted, in 3 parts. Nothing has been edited from the original posting in 2006 (Even if I may be a bit better writer nowadays ;-)) so what you are reading is how it was originally seen. Now do be aware, while it involves spanking, the story is more about two people connecting. It is a bit on the sappy side so it won’t be every-one’s cup of tea, but it is nonetheless exactly how events occurred. I hope that you enjoy it, and check back on Saturday for part 2 and Monday for part 3.

A Weekend With A Good Girl – Friday

I’m not really sure what to expect, we have shared IM’s up the ying yang for a few months now, have known of each other for a few years, but we have only spoken on the phone once, that one is on the brat as she hates talking on the phone even more than I do. So I make myself busy at work and keep an avid eye on the phone, I had asked her to call me on the way to give me an idea of how things are going.

Having been burned last year, I was a little cautious when come 4.30pm there still had been no call, not an over concern as I had faith in the girl, but there was also that toppy worry that goes through us wondering if everything is okay. The phone call did come though, sometime around 5pm. The brat had driven straight through and was now five miles away in New Jersey. We chatted for a short while and tried to work out exactly where she was and how she was getting into Manhattan.

I’m clock watching and clock watching and clock watching, an hour has passed and still nothing, we’re coming up to 6.30 and the phone rings. Aurora has somehow missed her turning and is now heading south in Jersey, I can’t find her location on the map so I try to guide her off an exit so that we can find out where she is. From what I am guessing she is no longer on the turnpike, but is instead heading south on the Garden State Parkway. The young lady is stressed beyond all belief and starts to have a temper tantrum on the phone to me. I’m actually feeling for her, so I let this pass and Aurora heads into a pharmacy for directions. She is back on the road heading the right way, until I get the next phone call. She has followed the directions and has exited on exit 151 as she was told, I look at the map and have to break the bad news that she was told the wrong exit, she still has to get back on the parkway for two more exits. Poor lass must be racking up the toll fees.

As I work on Broadway, I had promised Aurora a spanking on Broadway when she arrived, when I finally got to meet her it was the last thing on my mind, this girl needed a hug in the worst way, it had taken around 3 hours to get to me from 5 miles away. So we stood there on the street freezing our tails off as I welcomed her to New York. We still have 15 minutes to go to get to my place.

Will somebody pinch me at this point!! I am sat here talking to this amazingly attractive girl, one who is going to get spanked tonight, and I am almost speechless. We have only been in the car a short time and I already have become attracted to her. I have no idea what the weekend has in store at this point; I just knew that this was going to be a fantastic experience.

We get to my place and now we are going around in circles trying to find parking, I just want to get this girl inside so that she can relax, and there isn’t a parking spot anywhere. We finally find one a block away and we grab every piece of luggage we can find. This is New York after all and Aurora’s car has Ohio plates on it… everything is coming with us.

We finally make it inside and I am so relieved, I desperately want Aurora to relax and wind down from her journey. As fantastic as she looks, I’m not going to spank her for a while yet; I just want her to feel at home. So we park ourselves on the futon and just start to chat, and chat and chat. This girl is bloody intoxicating, we have 36 hours in front of us and I’m already pissed that it won’t be longer. I grab us a beer each and grab a bunch of DVD’s, time to watch some spanking videos to relax the atmosphere. First up of course is the DVD that I made. It’s like I have an old friend sat with me, like we have known each for years. I hope that she was as comfortable as I was.

Ok, we have some tail to spank as well, it is coming up on 11pm and we have sat there for 3 hours getting to know each other. Time for me to step up to the plate and be a top J I am salivating at the prospect, the gold/dark yellow dress has not been lost on me, the effort that she made is going to be rewarded, and rewarded with an OTK spanking.

From the bathroom I brought with me my new paddle back hairbrush, it is the lightest one I have and I think it would be the best thing to start with. It’s time for this pretty girl to get what she knows is coming!! I sit myself in the middle of the futon and start my naughty girl talk, this is something that I have recorded for her over and over for voicemail, and now she is getting it with me holding her hands. Through the smile and the blush I guide the brat to my left side, she doesn’t need my help to lay over my lap as she is going over herself. I look down at her gorgeous bottom and try my hardest to continue to talk. It’s a bit hard when your tongue is hanging out of your mouth, but I know she likes my voice so I work with it.

You never know what to expect with someone new so I start out fairly firmly bringing my hand down on the seat of her pretty dress, I look over at Aurora and see her head buried in the seat of the futon on top of her arms, little yelps coming from her unknowingly. My hands reach for the hem of her skirt and I raise it up. Underneath she has worn exactly what I like, a nice white nylon slip. My hands rub over it firmly as I feel for the heat; the naughty girl beneath me raises her bottom as I do this. Once more I raise my hand and begin to spank away, quite solidly I might add as my mind goes away from the fact that Aurora had been on the road for 11 hours and hadn’t been spanked for a while. It was ever so politely and kind of touching in a way because she was so relaxed, but she nicely asked me to ease up a little bit. I know, it’s topping from the bottom, but Aurora looked so relaxed and was enjoying herself so much that I did so gladly; I wanted her to have an experience to remember for her first spanking so I went back to rubbing. I hope I don’t embarrass her by saying so, but Aurora was purring like a kitten as I rubbed her bottom. The brush was handy so I began to give her rounds of six spanks and I would rub some more, my only fear at this point was that she was going to fall asleep over my lap as she was as content as can be.

Be aware at this point that each spanking is going to pretty much follow the same pattern, the reasons why will be explained later, but it was a joy for me to give her this gift. I pulled the slip up to reveal the white see through panties that she had told me about, her bottom shining nice and pink through them. My hand continued to spank and rub, Aurora continued to lie there and purr, her bottom gyrating to my hand massaging it. It wasn’t long before the panties came down also and the bare bottom spanking/rubbing began. All told, Aurora was over my lap for anywhere between 45 minutes to an hour. I hadn’t planned on starting with a good girl, but she was enjoying herself so much that I wasn’t going to deny her that pleasure. When you witness someone so relaxed, why on earth wouldn’t you give them that pleasure? I know this had been a long hard day for her, and my hope was that the spanking was going to be something that she remembered for a while.

At the end of the spanking I pulled her panties back up, I am still a gentleman after all and I wanted to preserve her modesty, then I laid down her slip and dress. Aurora climbed to her knees and wrapped her arms around me; she thanked me for the spanking and held on to me for several minutes. When she let go the blushing smile on her pretty face told me all I needed to know, this was something that she not only wanted, but it was something that she needed.

I took this time to light up a smoke and Aurora went to the bathroom to change into her PJ’s. By the time she came back I was sat on the couch; Aurora sat down beside me, put her feet up on the couch and laid her head on my shoulder. I’m not sure how much we spoke at this point; I do know that I remember her hand rubbed the back of mine as she laid there. It was at this point that I decided that there was no way I was going to cane this girl, she is just too adorable and way too cute to spank. It was very late and I knew the brat must have been exhausted, but we stayed up for a couple more hours before I opened up the futon. I don’t remember at this point whether we left the TV on or not, I do know that I lay down and Aurora lay in front of me, using my arm as a pillow. We stayed like that for a little while, spoke at length and finally, before crashing, the second spanking started. Aurora rolled over onto her tummy as I warmed up the already burning bottom further with my hand.

I think the CB paddle was used at this point, I know for a fact that she got my short tawse on her bare bottom and she fell in love with it, perhaps even my leather paddle came out, I’m not overly sure to be honest with you, but I do know that she was spanked at length. Of course, a major league rubbing took place as well, but as I mentioned earlier, she really deserved to have a weekend of being spoiled, and I don’t care about my reputation, I fully intended to spoil her and give her a weekend to remember.

The spanking concluded sometime way into the early hours, I think it was about 4am, I’m not entirely certain, but we were both worn out. I threw the toys to the side and laid back on the bed, Aurora did the same and rested her head on my upper arm and chest, she threw her arm over my body and began the slow drifting off to that far away place, she’s such a snuggle bug. I laid there with a smile on my face, my belief being that I did the right thing and gave her just what she needed. Her relaxed body told me she was content and I drifted off thinking about what the next day had in store. We had only been together for a few hours, but I already knew that this is exactly the type of partner I have been looking for, a mixture of sadness and happiness really, for while her being next to me made me very happy, I knew that a little more than 24 hours later she would be driving to Florida to start her new life. Just a bad case of missed timing on my part really, I was already going to miss her and she had only just got here.

To be continued…

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One, Perrito…..

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What a wonderful time we all had at the New York event this past weekend. Friends of mine from out of state were visiting, so after work on Friday we all went to hang out. For the first time in a while I treated myself to some beers as Aurora and Publikk joined me for some fun. Believe it or not I didn’t play that night, though I did get to crash at the hotel room with them and passed out to the sounds of Publikk giving the girls what they needed. While I can’t go into too many details, this happened to me as I rested on the couch!! Never be alone with two brats in the room!!

On Saturday we had planned to go ice skating but unfortunately I came down feeling really sick, so instead of skating I let my friends look after themselves while I took care of myself at home, trying to get myself prepared for the party that night. It wasn’t the best choice I have ever made, but by nibbling on wheat crackers I managed to get through. So I made my way back in and the four of us met up with Pixie and headed down to the party.

Now I had made a firm promise to Pixie that I would play with her because we have NEVER played at an party. Did it happen? Of course not, lol. Due to the pair of us playing I don’t think I hardly saw her for ten minutes until it was almost time to go. Those are the breaks though, and while I would love to get a chance to play with Pixie at a party, it’s not like I haven’t spanked her 50 times already 😉 One party though we will arrive and I will spank her before she even gets her coat off!! As we headed to the station afterwards she did let me get a few swats in. Of course playing with Pixie was not the only promise that I couldn’t keep, I only played with half of the people on my list that I had arranged to play with.

There was even a point where the pup was left flabbergasted and he tried to arrange time to get in a special bit of spanking time. You know when you go to parties there is always someone who catches your eye for whatever reason. There is such a girl who goes to the parties and the little pup heart goes all a flutter whenever he sees her. Now I have hardly spoken to this girl at a party before, only a very brief conversation at the party last year. As I was stood talking to Pixie and this girl arrives once more, and of course being the easily led male that I am, I showed all the grace and composure in handling the situation and the conversation I was involved in by interrupting and pointing at the girl in question and saying “Look at her, doesn’t she look gorgeous tonight?”. Just what a couple of girls who are talking to you want to hear, right, the guy praising how beautiful another woman looks 🙂

Any of my friends will tell you how fickle I am when a girl catches my eye and I have the hots for them. Normally in a situation like this I tend to avoid the object of my attraction, but not tonight. As I headed out at one point I went over to the girl and told her how great she looked and that my face lit up when she walked in, and to my utter surprise, within a couple of minutes she asked me if I wanted to play. OMG, my chin almost hit the floor. Did I want to play? Yeah, only for about the last year, lol. Now I did have a couple of things to take care of so I told the young lady what I had to do and that I would seek her out at a certain time. Now she wasn’t overly sure that she would still be there when I got back, but I held out the eternal hope that things would work my way. So as I got back to the party it was with some eagerness, however, my hopes were dashed as I found the pretty girl standing there with her coat on.

That really bummed me out, someone who I have been eager to get to know and perhaps play with for about a year, and I arrived just a little too late. It’s all good though, I made my way over, determined not to let her forget that I just missed her and we settled on a rain check. Of course I was disappointed as I had secretly hoped to have had that time for a while, I was just too chicken to do anything about it. Notwithstanding that, as I took hold of her arm and made plans for the next time, two people separately decided to join in our conversation as we tried to talk, that bummed me off more than the personal time that I missed. Hopefully she will write to me as she said that she would, and that it wasn’t just an appeasement to make me let go of her, haha. I guess I will just have to wonder whether she was wearing white nylon panties or not!!

As is usual I now have to scramble to get in as many promises as I can that I have missed during the evening. Out came the trusty Asian cane and I sought out my number 1 priority. This lady I had made a promise to many months ago, and even though I take the cane with me to every event just for her, she has missed a few of the events. So there was no way that she was going home that night without feeling a little bit of traditional Asian pain!! Following that I got to play with one of my favorite people, Miss Chief, and she too received the cane. Miss Chief also gave me something that I treasure, as I caned her I had her count, but instead of Sir I asked that she call me Houndog. It was really sexy to see her purring “ONE, HouuuuunDogggg” and so on.  There was only a few minutes left and I asked her if she wanted a few with the cane before we all headed to Paddles. Thankfully she did and I managed to get in a good dozen.

Now after the party a few of us headed down to Paddles, thinking that maybe a large group of party attendees would be there. There was of course a few and after shelling out $35 a head for the guys, we started to survey the place. Now then, it has been many years since I have spanked Aurora, or, little Miss tattletale, Aurora I think we should make that. This seemed like a good opportunity to catch up on old times and in the main area I took her over my knee for a shortish hand spanking, oh the memories came flooding back as I rubbed my nails across the backs of her legs.

Years ago, when Aurora came to visit me, I gave the first ever stroke of a cane to someone, and if I am not mistaken it was the first stroke of the cane she had received. Now then, being that she was cautious she placed her butt with about 2” to spare from my fridge, and that was the swinging room that I had to work with, lol. Anyway, I had heard tale that Aurora has become quite an admirer of the cane and I bought with me my Asian cane for that purpose.

Now let me fill you in on a little something first, because I am a fickle guy for a pretty girl. During the evening, Aurora had reminded me about an event from a while ago at a SSC party, I was using a cane lightly and it was during a schoolgirl roleplay. Anyway, on that occasion, Aurora leant over the table and placed her head down, looking at me the whole time. Every time I landed a stroke on her I was met with “One, Perrito…………… Two, Perrito………….. Three Perrito” and so on and so forth. Oh my god guys, you want to talk about melting right there, I was like putty in her hands :- ) Like I said, I am a sucker for a pretty girl, and to have this beauty saying that to me, all doe eyed and pouting, turned me into mush.

Back to Paddles now, I know my cane has some bite to it and I continued to cane Aurora, gradually building up the intensity. It was awkward in part because I have pretty much given Aurora nothing but good girl spankings over the years, except for the time that she threw my cracker barrel paddle across my room, so that is what I am used to doing, I’m just not use to hitting this girl that hard. At one point in the caning she asked me if I could hit her harder, which of course I could, but it was difficult for me to do so. I will get there with Aurora, there will be a point that I take charge of the situation and she won’t need to ask me if I can cane her harder. When it was over I now have a better appreciation of using the cane. Just for the record, I have never used the cane that hard on someone before so I still have some work to go in that area, but, I have only been using the cane for a couple of years now so it is still fairly new to me anyway. If at any point Aurora had turned her head and looked at me and said “One, Perrito” I would have just about died. What is really funny though, for the last 6 really hard ones, I suggested that she count them. You can imagine her lying there, supposedly under my stern control, while she laughed as she remembered making me lose it at the previous party with her “One, Perrito” routine. I still remember all these years later yelling at her “Will you stop IT!!”

In a way this weekend was really good to me for the above reason. Years ago Aurora and I used to talk every day and then as is my normal way, and as she so happily reminded me, I stopped talking to her. On Friday night we laid awake until 5am just talking and catching up, and I got to play with her hair for an hour or more, and let me tell you guys, Aurora has the best hair on the planet, I could spend a week playing with her hair!! So the added bonus to this weekend for me was that I got to spend some quality time with Aurora once again, and I look forward to our friendship growing back to where it once was. Well, save for the fact that she won’t be getting anymore good girl spankings from me 😉

It would be wrong for me not to thank the organizers of the party, I just love this event and the people are amazing. As Aurora mentioned on a different forum, I wish everyone could be so cool. During the party I got to touch base with at least half a dozen people that I have recently started communicating with and it was a pleasure to meet each and every one of them.  Of course no party goes as planned and a few regrets are bound to crop up. In my bag I brought along a New York Rangers shirt that I intended on wearing when I finally got to give a New York Islanders fan a first spanking, trouble is though, she was a no show. And without a doubt I’m bummed that I missed my opportunity to play with someone who I have long hoped that I could play with. Not to worry though, each of those events can be rectified at a later event, what was really important was getting to spend quality time with quality people, roll on Weekend.

Oh, and to finish off with, some girl flashed me her boobs in the bar, and another said something about ‘Pulling me off’ at the party……… such naughty little girls that we have amongst us!!!

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Saturday Night In Vegas

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What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas……… Yeah, RIGHT!!! 🙂

It was banquet night at the Shadowlane party and the feelings of awkwardness crept in. I would say that I don’t pack a suit for weekend parties, but the truth is, I don’t own a suit. So the first feeling I had was that I was under dressed. The second thought was the one that probably plagues a lot of people at parties, just where do I sit. My first thought of course was to sit with the group, but then I did a quick count up in my head of how many of them there were. Of course there was no way that they would have turned me away, but I decided that I would mingle this time around as I had spent my time with them at the party as it was.

So I took a spot near the door and waited for others who are close to me to arrive. Now if anyone gets finicky over the order people arrived I will bite your head off 🙂 Okay, so it wasn’t long before Sarah Rocks and her Husband arrived, along with Iggy. Cool, we have enough of us to grab a table. Prior to grabbing a table however a couple came over to me to introduce themselves. He knew me from my blog and was also an Englishman who now lived in Canada. Honestly, you have no idea how many people introduce themselves to me based on noticing me from my blog, though it is funny on this occasion that two people confused me with being Ian Head of the London Tanners 🙂 A friend pointed out to me that it is because both Ian and I have larger than life personalities, though I put it down to the weight loss that I have had over the last year.

So as we took a table I invited the couple, Jay and Kay, to join us. While they are okay with the story being posted, I forgot to ask them what scene names I should use so I have to make something up, lol. Rounding out the table we were joined by Aurora, Strict Dave and Stacey Macy.

Now I found the conversation fascinating, Jay was attending his first party and he had a lot of questions that I was delighted to give my opinion on, Strict Dave also joined in the topic as well. Jay’s friend, Kay, wasn’t even a spanko, she was just attending the party as moral support. That of course fascinated me anyway, why would a non spanko come to a spanking party? Surely there must be a kink lying around doormant if one is open to attending a spanking party. Once dinner was finished I rejoined the group for drinks and fun before hitting my room to give myself a break from the crowd.

Once I was ready to rejoin the public I headed to our very gracious host for the weekend, Tom, on the 9th floor. Before going any further I would like to thank Tom for his genorisity during the weekend by having his suite open for us. Of course I did visit other suites, however, 90% of my social time was spent in Tom’s suite, thanks a lot buddy.

Now I’m pretty useless remembering the sequence of events, I know I spent a lot of time talking to Fireman Chris and at points we were joined by Iggy, Aurora and Abigail Whittaker. I think at one point I went to get myself a drink, yes, for the first time in a year I allowed myself the luxury of a few beers. On coming back to the party I ran into Jay and Kay again and once more we started an in depth discussion. Before the party closed I also had the fortune of meeting Zille. Now I have to be honest, I hadn’t recognized her, but I was clearly aware of who she was because I was a part of several discussions which revolved around “Who was the pretty lady”. It started on Friday at the vendors fair when I was hanging out with the group when we talked about how classy and pretty this lady looked and then……….. You know what, I just checked Zille’s blog and she said we met on Friday night, so now I have no idea which night was which, I have a feeling I am combining two different stories here, so what I am going to do is just say that Zille looked absolutely gorgeous and get back to what I do know happened on Saturday night, lol.

Once the suite party on the 9th floor finished we began our search for another party. Before doing so I wanted a smoke so I suggested coming to my floor as you could smoke there. Once we got to the 9th floor I said it was stupid for us to stand in the corridor so why don’t we all sit in my room and have a beer. At that time I don’t think any of us knew that we were going to be there for the next 5 hours or so. Unfortunately I didn’t have many beers in my room, perhaps enough for two rounds, but during the evening Jay was adamant that he was going to buy the beers when we ran out, and buy beers he did.

So it started off with 5 of us, Sarahfl, Jay, Kay and myself. At some point during the evening Aurora also found her way to my room. I was happy with this arrangement because to be honest, I wanted to know what I was missing in the ‘Just friends’ relationship between Jay and Kay, still don’t know if I found that out. At some point in the night I got out some books that I had bought that evening, and displayed some of my toys. One of my toys, the ruler strap from the London Tanners, was snapped up by Kay pretty quickly. For hours she nursed it, even when we used it for spanking play she wanted it back. It was like a girl and her blankie, except this was a vanilla with a mean assed strap in her hand.

Again, the progression of who got spanked and when and by who, I have no idea. I just know that at some point we managed to get Kay to use the strap on Sarahfl. Now of course I directed her in person as to how to do it, we don’t want just anyone weilding the ruler strap, and we all enjoyed Kay deliver her very first spanking. Right after that happened I took the strap from Kay as I know what Sarahfl’s tolerance level is, and just so that she got some fulfillment from being bent over I laid the strap on her pretty hard, nice guy, aren’t I? 🙂

I’m not sure of the time, but it had to be about 6.30am when jay and Kay started to wrestle with the strap which resulted in Kay getting many whacks with it. Of course I wanted to get in on the act but I wasn’t going to be pushing anything, these guys are friends after all so I just sat there jealous. Yes, throughout the night as Kay sat next to me I wanted to turn her over my knee.

Finally the party was over and after we tried to find Jay’s glasses, everyone headed out. Jay and Kay had offered to buy the ruler strap from me, but as I had an idea they would probably have a good use for it and as I have about ten straps anyway, I let them have it as a gift. During the clean up I managed to find Jay’s glasses, but the problem was I didn’t know what room they were in. Not a problem though, they had only left ten minutes before so I was going to head to the 5th floor and see whether or not I could hear them. I needn’t have worried though because as I was putting my shoes on, Jay called me and said that Kay needed dealing with and would I come down.

Oh my god, would I deal with her, are you serious? I had been wanting to do that for hours 🙂 When I got to their room Kay was already bent over the bed with many, many strap marks upon her bottom, so technically I didn’t give her, her first spanking. However, Jay was in a toppy mood and was telling Kay to stay over the bed and he then asked me to spank her. Now I am not daft, I have given at least half a dozen girls their first spanking so I knew exactly how to do this. Not too hard and not too soft, and only ten swats in Kay turns around and says “I like this”. Yeah, like there was any doubt that I was going to make sure she enjoyed it, hell, we need to convert vanilla’s people. Twenty spanks followed by twenty seconds of rubbing, that should do the trick if I’m not mistaken.

I tried my hardest not to prolong the event, but soon after it was over we had a sassy little girl all primed and ready for a very warm bottom. What she said I don’t remember, but before too long at all I manhandled her OTK and decided to up the level a bit. Now again, we have to remember it is a vanilla we are dealing with, so while I spanked a bit harder I did make sure to continue to rub.

Now herein lies a problem, throughout my years I have given many an enjoyable spanking, so much so that I consider myself pretty efficient in delivering an erotic spanking. The level and the mood was perfect, in fact it reminded me of some of my more memorable scenes, however the situation was not the same as the others had been. Kay was clearly enjoying it, as was I, and those evil thoughts ran through my mind that if I wanted to, I could convert this girl any minute. But the situation didn’t allow it, I couldn’t do my trick of using my fingernails on the back of the thighs, I couldn’t play with the nape of the knee, I couldn’t use my hand on the back of the neck and ears as I let my voice do the work. All I could do was spank and rub her bottom. Now I’m not saying it was unfulfilled, but I have had many girls in that situation and I have tormented them into a fury 🙂

Like I said, I still don’t know about the relationship between Jay and Kay, and I know they will read this so maybe they can shed some light on it, but perhaps that was a good thing because I had really evil and wicked thoughts on my mind while she was over my knee. Being a writer it was a good thing though, because it kickstarted me into writing that long awaited book that I have been planning. As soon as I got home I typed off 16 pages in a heartbeat. Now I haven’t done a scene like that in a long time either, and it rejuvanated me a lot, so much so that as soon as I got back to New York I contacted a former partner who I used to drive crazy with my spanking style, and someone who I have had my best experiences to date with. So if for nothing else, while I couldn’t do the scene exactly the way I wanted, it put me back in touch with the person who I did that type of scene with more than anyone else.

Meeting Jay and Kay was the highlight of the party for me at Shadowlane. Firstly I just love meeting new people, and these two guys are two of the coolest people you could meet. The other four of us in that room that night have been friends for years, and they blended right in without missing a heartbeat. I think we all got something out of meeting these two wonderful people and I very much look forward to meeting them again. Which, by all accounts, will be the Weekend next year. Kay is an exhibitionist so they say, I wonder how she will feel being spanked on stage in front of 200 people? 🙂

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The New Year’s Eve Party

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To start the day I want to tell you all about a great New Year’s Eve party that I attended over the weekend. A few weeks back, Pixie and I decided to get together to do something for New Year’s Eve. This really was probably going to be just hanging out together to see 2010 in. Well, a couple of weeks after this, the two of us received an invite from Funnybratgirl inviting us to a party at the house she shares. I was over the moon to be invited to such a party and after talking it over with Pixie, she was just as excited as I was, if not more so. So we had a change of plan, instead of me schlepping it over to her place, we decided that she would pick me up at a train station on the way.

Now the morning didn’t start as good as we had planned, my poor little feline friend was snowed under. But you can never stop a determined brat, and with shovel in hand and a determination to match, our Pixie snubbed her nose at a few snowflakes. Of course I had the same snow problem, but I live in New York City so it is public transport for me regardless of the weather. So as Pixie set out early due to the weather, I began the usual trip of bus, subway and train to get to my destination. When I got to Penn station I was disappointed to see that the train I had hoped to catch was cancelled due to the weather, meaning that I would have to get on a slower, local stopping train, which of course also meant that Pixie was going to be waiting for me for a while. At least I was able to call her to let her know that I was going to be late.

Once I finally got to my destination it took me a good ten minutes to find the little minx, being that neither of us had been to this station before, it did give me time to sneak a smoke though 😉 We kept the pleasantries to a minimum as Pixie had been parked in a limited zone for an extended period and we needed to get on our way. So as quick as a flash we buckled up and headed to the first intersection…………………………

OH MY GOD……………………………. Did I just hear what I thought I heard coming from Pixie’s lips?

Shocked I was, totally shocked!! In the years that I have known Pixie, never, and I mean NEVER have I ever heard her utter so much as a single curse word. She won’t even type one, it is always an effigy of what the swear word actually is. Well the little potty mouth, she used the Granddaddy of all swear words!! I know someone who has a date with the Ivory soap bar!!

Now once on the road it was where the fun really started. The little town in question isn’t overly kind to   travelling visitors in icy road conditions in the dark. The street signs were of little help when you are doing 45mph on a busy road, they were too high up, were not illuminated, and worst of all, some of them were an abbreviation of what the road was actually called. Fine if you live there, not so much if you don’t when you have to try and squint your eyes while hoping to find a 45 character road name, which has been shortened to 12 characters. We finally made the party though, and most of the people were already there, save for a few late stragglers who were to come later.

It is hard to put into words just how enjoyable I find the company of this party to be. To start with there was of course the company of my good friend, Pixie, someone who is a friend of mine in real life, way beyond any relation to spanking. The co hosts of the party, Funnybratgirl and Corey, people who I have only just started to get to know on a more personal level, but who are two very welcoming, warm people. Then of course my good mate, who also co hosted the party, someone who I have got to know pretty well over the last year and whose demeanor I find to be in close relation to my own. Cut the thrills and bullshit, let’s deal with the issues and move on from there. Just the type of behavior that I love in a girl.

Just about everyone else who was in attendance was a regular, though I’m not really sure whose name I can say due to privacy issues. Some of the folks in attendance though that I feel comfortable mentioning their names were Mike and Robin, Rad and Sandy, Kate James and Jersey John. That was only about half the group but like I said, I don’t really know who would be okay with me mentioning their name.

Now despite all of us being spankos, this really wasn’t what the party was about, it was a get together of like minded people seeing in the New Year with spanking only as a backdrop. Sure, there was some play, but it was very limited in comparison to other such parties, this really was about friends coming together.

There were some great highlights though, perhaps topped by someone sharing her Jib Jab creations on the big screen. She had added the heads of some spanking friends to animated scenes and the results had everyone howling with laughter. Rad had started a discussion on a website he wanted to create, called pisscanings.com. Basically the girl is caned until she pisses herself, which was pretty much what we were all doing in laughter as he told of his plan. One unexpected highlight came after Pixie had gone to play with someone. Upon her return she quipped that she had better check her phone just in case her hubby had called…….. Had he ever called!! I believe there were 4 messages waiting for her, and there is nothing like seeing a naughty little girl react when she knows she is in BIG trouble. She may not have found it amusing, but I sure did.

It is tough to write this to a spanking forum because there really wasn’t much play to speak of, as I have mentioned already it was an awesome party and I am so glad that I received an invite to join such a wonderful group of people, I couldn’t have wished for a better New Year’s party.

After midnight I did play with Fran, just to make sure that my arm was still working and of course to welcome in the New Year. Quite honestly I hadn’t really planned to play, I was already having a blast. At around 3am was when everyone started to settle down for the night. Pixie and I had planned to leave sometime around 1am for me to get to the station and for her to get home, but the gracious offers from Maria of a place to crash was just too good to pass up. We took up camp on the landing with Pixie using an air mattress and me close by on top of a sleeping bag. Of course we tried to whisper but that was soon to pass as I set my stuff to the side of me for the morning.

One thing that I can’t do when I visit other people’s house’s is bring my hairbrush with me, the thing is about 20 years old and is worn down to the bone, so what I do is bring an oversized brush that I would never really use just so that I have something pleasing to the eye in the morning. I laughed as I showed Pixie the monstrosity that I had to use to brush my hair and gleefully taking it in her hand she held it up and said “Is this what you use to spank yourself with at home?”

There aren’t many times that I give the toppy look, but this was one of them as I studied the smiling minx, she’s just a little too smart for herself at times. Now I know everyone wanted to get to sleep, but tough titty said the kitty, Pixie needed to answer for that comment!!

So I climbed beside her as she lay in her little pink penguin PJ’s and began to vigorously apply my hand to her bottom. Pretty quickly she said “Ow, that thing does hurt”, but I hadn’t even used the brush yet, I was spanking her with my hand. Hey, not only have I lost weight but I am working out now as well 😉 Of course she didn’t believe it was my hand so I picked up the brush to show her the difference, I was quite getting into this actually. I was in rare toppy form and I scolded her as I spanked and then pulled her PJ’s down, I have a feeling that she knew she was in for it because her hands flew back to maximize the area of her bottom that her panties would cover.

I primarily used the brush on the seat of her panties and gave her a fair warning “Any other smart comments you wish to add?” I asked her. In typical brat fashion I could see the wheels turning as she pondered whether it would be wise to add anything further, so to make sure I started to apply the brush firmer as I said “I will let you think it over”.

As she was now wriggling to the smacks I asked her one more time “Anything else you wish to add?”

Clearly she considered it, but Pixie took the wise route and replied “Nah, I think I’m finished for now”, and trust me, it was a wise choice, because the next step was going to be the brush on her bare bottom. So I finished the spanking and pulled her PJ’s back up with a further warning that it can happen again very soon if she thought of anything more to say, and then a funny thing happened on the way to the farm. I returned to my spot feeling pretty content with myself I must say, and as I lay down I whispered something to Pixie and got no answer. Yep, bedtime spankings really do work, because within a minute of the spanking little Pixie was fast asleep. I couldn’t help but smile as I lay there contently, so now I could also go to sleep.

That was the plan anyway…….. Holy shit. It was like trying to sleep in an aircraft hanger with all the engines running, or trying to sleep when frogs are in mating season. The snoring coming from the lower level was absurd. I tried for all my might for half an hour to ignore it, but I ended up going downstairs to my coat to get my walkman out. It wasn’t ideal, but I was at least able to get cat naps in as I constantly played Enigma over and over.

Partially I wanted to scare the living daylights out of a girl called C.C. As we had all prepared for bed and the lights went out, I did my famous horror voice, which had C.C begging that I stop. I did consider crawling down the stairs, ALA Linda Blair in The Exorcist director’s cut, while threatening her with impending doom, and I probably would have had it not been for the fact that ten people were sleeping, but I can put it in the bank until the party, I should have a nice horror costume by then as well 😉

In the morning everyone picked up where they left off the night before, with Corey graciously picking up bagels for everyone, and before we knew it we were heading home. So that was it, the party was over, but I couldn’t have wished to have spent it with a more enjoyable group of people, one of the best New Year’s parties I have ever attended and I didn’t so much as drink one drop of alcohol. 🙂

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On top of old Smokey

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So I’m back from Tennessee and feeling well refreshed, ready to tackle that inbox of mine and ready to make some meaningful posts. Some highlights from this year’s event, and of course it goes without saying that meeting up with all my friends is the biggest highlight of all.

First of all I had forgotten just how much I missed Dotty who had come all the way from Asia. Not only is she super sweet and a total doll to know as a friend, but she is one funny little girl. I was able to get a one on one in with her, as well as several roleplay opportunities and random on the fly 10 swatters.

Well, if seeing Dotty again wasn’t enough, she also took the time before she left Asia to visit a cane factory and she presented to me a brand new, out of the factory, traditional Asian school cane. It is a very unique item that I will snap a pic of later, and man alive does it leave a mark. On Thursday when I got it I whapped my calf to see what it felt like, and 4 days later the line is still there. In fact Dotty’s husband snapped a pic of my leg right after I did it and hopefully I can share that with you soon. Needless to say, the gift of the school cane from my dear friend was the ultimate highlight of my trip.

Other highlights:

At 3am I am having a smoke out on my balcony when a black bear decided he wanted to check our garbage!! This was like 20 feet away from me (though I was one floor up) and made me jump out of my skin. When I got brave enough to go back out I took my video camera with me, and despite waiting 20 minutes he never returned.

Made my first purchase from The London Tanners, this great leather school ruler. I tested it out on Ian’s partner and on the second stroke her knees buckled, it is MEAN and nasty. Click the banner below the pic and go pay Ian’s site a visit. The highest quality leather goods you will find, pretty much EVERY spanko from the top models to everyday spanking folk owns one of Ian’s toys, and if you don’t it is time you did!! The holidays are coming up upon us soon.

I got to christen my personalized paddle from Cane-Iac (pics to come later) and my friend Dotty was the one I did the honors to. The paddle was used a lot over the weekend by a whole host of people and once again, with the holidays coming up you should get your orders in early. I will check on the price but I believe that you can get a personalized paddle for under $30, just make sure you give the Cane Master a little time to make a personal gift.

The school roleplay was awesome as usual, only this year we had a guest teacher with us, the very strict Ian Head, also known as The London Tanner. It was a fun filled hour and each girl got a good walloping. My favorite of course was getting to use the Asian cane on our favorite Asian exchange student.

Always great watching girls getting spanked, my favorite of which was watching Munchkin holding on for dear life for the two minutes that Ian warmed the seat of her panties.  I also managed to sneak in a private session late on Saturday with my little Princess which I was really happy to get the chance to do.

Then of course there was the celebration of Stella’s birthday in which everyone lined up and took turns giving her a swat, kind of like our own version of the spanking machine. After it was over I gave her 6 of the best with a cane called ‘Mr. Christmas’.

So that is just an early report, there will be lots more to come and hopefully I can share a pic or two with you when I get them.

Party crashing – The extended version

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{Part two of the video where I am spanking Caroline Grey is now posted — CLICK HERE TO SEE IT}

Before I say anything I really want to take the time to thank Ian, Headmaster Tony and Alona for the fantastic party yet again this year. Last year I said it and I will repeat myself again this year, this is my favorite party to attend. I know that there are many more people beyond the three that I listed that make this party the success that it is, and while I may not be able to name you all, you all know who you are and you should be proud of the efforts that you put in. The Florida Moonshine party and the SSC party that I attend will be on my calendar every year. Every party has its own special niche and I wouldn’t want to disrespect any other party at all, but the FMS party is played at the speed that I personally like. There are lots of organized activities for you to attend should you wish, but there is also a wealth of opportunity just to take some time out and do something different to give you a little break from the party as well. By late Sunday night I had pretty much crashed and burned, but in my mind that is because everything had been so good for the 4 days that I had been there. A very big thank you to the board of FMS, you will be seeing me at your party every year for sure.

Now then, I touched on it very briefly in my last post, and in this one I want to elaborate further with my thoughts. Last night I uploaded the first part of the video that I shot with Caroline Grey and as that will probably be posted tomorrow, please take the time to read this one now.

There are probably a great many of us out there that have social anxiety disorders and a party of this magnitude can really put that to the test. For starters, I’m really not a big party person in the first place. My ideal situation in the spanking world is pretty much done on a one to one basis, so at a party where there are upwards of 200 people you really have to be on your game. Let’s not forget that aspect of it, you really do need to put your game face on.

Now despite being an individual that is “Out there” and happily shares his little corner of the spanking world, I am surprisingly a very private person. In real life I have more friends in the spanking world than I do the vanilla one and that is mostly because I don’t stand for anyone’s shit in real life. When you go to a party you go in knowing that there are going to be a whole host of people who don’t act the same as you, don’t behave the same as you, and most importantly can be vastly different with their approach to life than you are. As I mentioned, in the vanilla world there has to be a certain set of elements for me to want to include you in my life. Generally that revolves around being what my definition is of being a decent human being. The barometer for that of course is different for every single person, and I can pretty much guarantee that my barometer was fucked up when it was given to me because my criteria for friendship rarely waivers and has very little legroom for tolerance. It isn’t anything crazy but I want and need positive people in my life, people who are caring towards others, selfless and that I am also an important part of their life. Everybody has baggage and I’m no different than anyone, but it is how you handle your baggage that is important to me.

When you take the above paragraph and apply it to a party you can probably see what I am referring to. There is going to be a very small percentage that you associate with in a vanilla sense, but of course that isn’t the primary goal anyway, and there are going to be a whole lot of people that you know that you will need to work your best with and offer more tolerance than you do in everyday life. Well, actually I should say that I am the one that needs to work on the tolerance issue. At a party though it is great, everybody there has a common goal and a common purpose so blending in to that is an easy transition.

So where am I going with all of this? Well, by the end of Sunday night my tolerance for others had reached an all time low and I was completely burnt out. Of course I realize that that is all down to me as well, but the combination of a few hours sleep each night, trying to balance myself and not appear distant, as well as dealing with things that very slowly started to drag me down, I was toast. Yet you know what, the best two events happened AFTER I had crashed and burned. Maybe there is something to that after all.

At the party I was with my little Princess who I only get to see one time a year. The balancing act that I mentioned above was due to that, I wanted to try and spread myself as much as I could and play with as many people as I had promised as I could, yet I also wanted to spend as much time with Munchkin as I could because this is the only time of the year that I get to see her. Believe me it was an emotional battle every time that we just laid on our beds and chatted. Heck, I think I only spanked the girl 3 times the whole weekend, it was more important to me to spend the time in her company than it was worrying about how many times I could spank her in one trip. It was something that I had to try and justify to myself and I have to admit that I became very selfish for a rare time. At first I was saying to myself that I get to see everyone else at various events throughout the year, but after I wore that one down I settled on my final answer, I was on vacation!! At the end of the day this trip was a vacation to me and if I wanted to spend a large portion of it with a very good friend who I don’t get to see very often, then I found that acceptable. It wasn’t like we locked ourselves in our room for the whole weekend, we certainly attended all that we could have attended, but those down times it was actually very relaxing to switch off.

There are some regrets because I made promises to so many ladies that I never got to fulfill, but at the end of the day I also need to realize where my speed is at and at a spanking party my speed isn’t always spanking as many girls as I possibly can. Dare I say that I play less than most people play at a spanking party, the most that I get from a party is from the people themselves. The camaraderie and freedom is one of the things that make a spanking party a very special event indeed. Off the top of my head I probably spanked less than 12 girls in total.

Anyway, as it is now the wee hours of Monday morning I thought my mojo was broken and that the extra day was just a little bit too much for me. Yet it is funny because when Munchkin and I got back to the room we had my favorite play session of the whole weekend. I’m going to post a whole story on that event anyway, but at 5am we were on the couch and I made the very rare toppy decision that I can make. That was to go to bed and leave the session right where it was. It was the right decision and the spanking that took place is one of those very special moments that have happened to me during my spanking life. Certainly the moment where Munchkin realized that her wiggling could work to her benefit is something that I will not easily forget. Without ruining the story, Munchkin was wearing dropseat pajamas that came down just below her bum. In her desire to avoid the wooden spoon she worked out that her wriggling was making her panties slide back up her bottom. So watching this naughty little girl do an impromptu dance on my lap trying to get her panties to slide back up was both hysterical and memorable at the same time. She has the name Munchkin for a reason so I am sure you can all picture what that must have looked like.

On the final morning I finally was able to get with Caroline Grey to shoot a video for us both to share. It was a mad rush but we managed to get ten minutes worth of footage, and as it has been five years since we had last played it made for a wonderful spanking session. While the spanking is pretty long we are having a conversation throughout and it was a bloody good experience, the first part should be up tonight and I hope that you enjoy it. It was one of the special moments of the weekend for me.

Right at the very end of the event and after I had crashed and burned, I was still able to get some extra special memories in and despite working on a few hours sleep in between those sessions and standing in the check in line, I had just about survived it all. Well, almost J There was still a little issue of someone jumping the line during checkout and I was furious. When I am in that state it is not good for me to get angry and I fought really hard not to get totally New Yorker on their ass. Thankfully though there was another New Yorker right behind me and when I heard the words “What the fuck dude” I was able to relax. I wanted to say something but I was in no state to do so rationally, but what was said needed to be said and I am really glad that someone was able to do that. I was pissed off in a major way.

The flight home was uneventful, I just rested my head against the side of the plane and slowly began to drop. The feeling has yet to subside as I sit at work and type this, I’m not feeling very motivated whatsoever, and I don’t even want to join the group for lunch today. Funnily enough I don’t even want to gloat about winning the trivia contest this year at FMS, I just don’t have the motivation to do that right now. During the weekend it was awesome sharing some smacktalk with the previous holders of the last two years, Rad and Sandy, in fact it was one of the highlights because I really like those guys. At the end of the day though it no longer seems like something that was that relevant, I’m almost pretty blasé about it now. However, as Ian made a fantastic strap for the first place winner and as I also received a trophy for winning the trivia contest, the very least I can do is give it some airplay. I’m seriously not in the mood for that right now though, despite being pretty loud and obnoxious I am actually a pretty humble fellow.

Much more to come about FMS, videos, stories, tales of enjoyment etc. Just don’t expect them in the same format that other blogs write about them, I might start at 4am on Monday morning and then write about 1pm Friday afternoon, it is going to be a hodgepodge set of postings. Anyone who has read this far down will get first dibs on watching the video that Caroline and myself did as I will post it right here the moment it is approved on spanking tube. Then once I feel that people have had a chance to read this article I will make a separate post featuring the video by itself.

Richard Windsor.

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Post party drop

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Like everyone else today I am suffering from the end of party crash. The one time a year that I see my little Princess Munchkin is over, my friends have gone to their various parts of the world and I am now back home. There will be lots to report, hopefully I will get some pictures sent my way, but perhaps the best part of all, I do have some videos to share with you guys. Right now I am editing the videos ready to upload them to spanking tube. Once they are approved then I will share them with you here. Below are two screenshots from the scene that I did with Caroline Grey where she dressed in a 1950’s outfit and got a pretty decent spanking by hand and ten swats with the hairbrush. Be sure to check her blog for updates as to where you can find her videos online. I also captured a video where I gave Keagen the strap.

The first post may well be about the FMS trivia contest. It was a lot of fun and there was a lot of pre contest smacktalk, but I think everyone is pretty tired right now to appreciate it. At the appropriate time I will make a fun post about it, and I will try my best not to get too bigheaded over it 😉

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O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain.

Real-stories,

It was the summer of 1985.

This was a remarkable achievement within itself, ME, Richard Windsor, coming to America!! Without going nutso on my background, the chances of me ever coming to America were with either of two hopes…. Bob Hope and no hope.

Many thoughts went through my mind today about what I should write about, and believe it or not this wasn’t one of them until about ten minutes ago. As I turn 46 years old today I had considered writing about the last 12 months of my life, but having lost my Brother recently, and having had the most hateful thing said to me 9 months ago in all of my 45 years to date, I decided that there would be too much negativity in that reflection. The truth of the matter is, I am happier now than I have ever been in my life, and I thought that I would share a positive tale, albeit a primarily vanilla one.

It was twenty four years ago, mid June 1985, when this twenty two year old quit his job, packed some clothes into a back pack, and decided to come to America to work for the summer. So I’m stood there at that bus stop waiting for my bus to take me on my journey. The old man had woken me up before he left for work that day at like 6am or whatever time it was, and I’m all set to leave at around 8am.

Now I had always worked the summers, mostly where my Father had worked, so I was more than familiar with his delivery route for the bakery he worked for. I had worked with him probably a hundred or more times on that very route. The closest store to where I was waiting was the last stop on his route, which was generally 9am. So imagine my surprise when at 8am this lorry (truck) is bombing down the street. I can only imagine what he was thinking as he tried to get there, changing his whole delivery route, perhaps even realizing that he was going to be an hour or two late back to the depot after his round was over.

His reason for doing this? Just so that he could come and wish me luck on my travels, a strange occurrence for a man who never outwardly showed any love. To give you an idea, Feb 6th 1998, I flew to England to surprise my father on his 70th birthday, even though I arrived a day late. After meeting my Mum to get the house keys I walked in to surprise him and shook his hand for the very first time in my life. That was the closest affection that had ever been displayed between the two of us. Exactly one week later, Feb 13th 1998, he approached me as I was getting ready to leave. He extended his hand and said “Have a safe trip, don’t leave it so long before you come home again”, then he left. As I left the house fifteen minutes later I saw his car at the end of the street, he had waited there until I got into my Brother’s van for the journey to the airport. That was the last time I ever saw him, he died the following year.

So anyway, his frantic attempt to come and meet me at the bus stop was successful. He wished me luck and handed me a ten pound note so that I could have a good breakfast that day, and to wish me luck. It was only ten quid, but that was probably a significant portion of his own money for that week. With that ten pound note he also gave back to me a little piece of my heart. It is probably the most important memory I will have of my Father until the day I die. I have his cigarette case that his Father had given to him on his 21st birthday back in 1949, and the memories I just shared that will give me positive thoughts of him.

America, here I come!!

I am 22 years old, by the standards of most 22 year olds I have had a wealth of life experience, or so I thought!! What I had actually had was a wealth of survival skills taught to me, lessons that I will always be able to carry with me and use. As for life experience though, nah, I was still much greener than the grass outside your own front door. My life experience revolved around the Old Town Teds, I knew very little about life outside of going to shows, getting drunk and hanging around with a bunch of likely lads.

This might be a shock to most who know me, but when I first came to America I was shit scared of the place, as much as I wanted to come here. My exposure had been shows like Starsky and Hutch, Columbo, Barreta etc, plus whatever movies I had seen displaying the bad side of America. The early days of rap were no help either, watching videos of Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five didn’t exactly pump confidence into me that life in America was good.

I am at the airport with a backpack and a ten pound note, and a dream!! Nervous would be an understatement, other than a few weekend trips to Le Havre in France for some Rockabilly shows I have never left England, nor have I ever been on a plane before and the thought of it scares me stupid.

Once we are on the plane it becomes clear pretty quickly that I am ‘Billy No Mates’, a lot of the folks already seem to know each other, how I have no damn idea, did they all apply together? This is a primarily Bunacamp flight so there are 100 or more young Brits coming to the States, some are quiet, some are overly loud, most are showing a good deal of excitement. Me, I spend most of the flight smiling should someone look at me or just simply looking out the window at the clouds below us. It’s strange I know, but I had no idea that planes flew above the clouds and I was fascinated by it.

Had this not been my first flight I would have panicked as the land of North America came into view. Our first port of call was to land in Gander, Newfoundland in Canada. Ignorance is total bliss, should I be on a flight nowadays that makes an unscheduled landing in a country that we weren’t supposed to be landing in; you wouldn’t be getting my fat ass back on that plane for love nor money!! To this day I have no idea why we landed, why they drove stairs up to meet us getting off the plane, why we sat in Canada for 2 hours at an airport bar being served by Inuit’s while 30 or so people milled around the plane that was being refueled. All I know is that I have probably made the transatlantic trip about 20 times in the last 22 years and this was the only time that we stopped at Gander, Newfoundland.

America is in sight!!

Remember, this is 24 years ago so there are only certain things that I remember. I remember the landing that’s for sure, I don’t think that the pilot landed, he more so threw the plane onto the runway  When we disembarked it is the time that I am the most nervous. Immigration is coming up and the little puppy has some secrets that were never declared on the visa application. As far as I am aware, any arrests prior to the age of nineteen are considered ‘Time spent’, that means that any petty arrest or custodial sentence are sealed and your record is ‘clean’. I didn’t feel that it was any more important to declare anything AFTER I turned nineteen either, as far as I knew, everything was ‘Time spent’.

It was remarkably easy to get through and there was a happy chappy at the other end holding a Bunacamp sign so we are on the right track. I still haven’t come across anyone going to the same camp as me, in fact, it seems that I am the only one going to Ohio, everyone else seems to be located in NY, NJ or PA. In my possession I have a ticket from Port Authority bus terminal to Toledo, Ohio.

We are bussed to the YMCA, our digs for the night. That’s the one on 34th St between 9th and 10th. We have an orientation and though I don’t remember the exact instructions, I of course now know which directions we were told that we could and which we couldn’t go that night. East and North are a no no, West and South are fine. You have to remember that this is 1985 as well, 42nd and 8th are whore/crack city; to the East is Hell’s Kitchen. So Billy No Mates here ventures out by himself, walks around a few blocks, then goes back to the Y not having gone further than a few hundred yards.

The following morning they have breakfast for us, a bagel and a cup of coffee, each individual had already received a card telling them what time they were expected to be in the lobby. The organizational part was actually pretty good considering that they had over a 100 people to direct. At the first table I am sent to the table at the end of the room, an ominous sign I thought. At that table I am provided with all the directions and support I need, how to get to Port Authority and most importantly, the DO’S and DON’TS while there!! It’s only eight blocks away, you go straight there, you don’t answer anyone and head to gate xx, they had all the info for us, it was great. Of course, they could have been a little less melodramatic as I was already shitting myself. The final part though to this orientation was that they told me to wait as there is one other person going to the same camp as I, a girl called Anna.

It may come as a surprise, but I actually remember the time that the bus was leaving Port Authority. Our bus was to leave at 8.30am to start us on our journey. The journey for Anna and I though started at 7.45am, that was the time that we both stepped out of the Y and that we were on our own. This was it, there was no more molly coddling, we were now in a foreign country and we were on our own with a backpack apiece and a set of instructions on how to get to the bus station. It probably doesn’t sound like much, but to be a 22 year old in a foreign country with a pretty 19 year old companion was pretty daunting, especially as we knew that we were walking towards one of the worst pits that America had to offer at that time. Think about it, you are given a ticket and then you are on your own in a culture that is foreign to you, it was a nerve wracking experience that’s for sure. We did make it to the bus though, in one piece I might add, and we sat there waiting for it to depart and send us on our travels. The only initial communication that I remember was that we decided that we would split the window seat every 3 hours or so. The one thing that had yet to set in was that the journey from NY to Toledo was going to be a massive 17 and one ½ hours!! We were going to arrive in Toledo at roughly 2am in the morning where the director of our camp was going to meet us. Anna and I of course were expecting crackhead Joe and his 50 mates to be waiting for us in Toledo at 2am.

The New York City skyline is one of those memories that never leave you when you see it for the first time; we crossed onto the NJ turnpike with our mouths in awe at its beauty. The journey was still exciting until we hit some place in Pennsylvania for the first pick up stop, that’s when all of those videos we had watched seemed to come to reality. It was only a pick up, but the first proper look at a ghetto was very scary. We didn’t say much, we just stared out at the desperation.

So it went on. Can you possibly imagine being stuck on a greyhound bus for 18 hours when the furthest you have ever done in a car was about 3 hours? Even to this day I have never had such a boring day in my whole life. Miles of open road and a girl I have only recently met. Thankfully something happened that killed some of those hours, Anna fell asleep. No big shakes I know, but she fell asleep on me. I was soon perched with my back against the window with Anna’s head resting on my chest. It was only for a couple of hours but I was one very content man.

The rest of the journey is something that I don’t remember, it was boredom to the highest degree broken up by the closeness of a pretty girl who had given up the personal space requirement within two hours, as we arrived in Cleveland it was like her and I had been friends since we were kids.

The last memory of the journey itself was at the bus station in Cleveland. I don’t know exactly what time it was, but it was late at night and we had to wait a period of time to change buses. The thing I remember is what I guess would substitute for some type of homeless lounge, a bunch of seats surrounded by filth and some poor scrubs trying to find a place to sleep for the night. What was memorable though was that the seats had miniature TV’s on the back of them. They were black and white and were perhaps a 5″ screen and you could put a quarter in to get 15 minutes of grainy television streamed to you. The computer age is a fuck of a long way from those days, but I had never seen anything like it in my life.

The balmy night had set in as we boarded the bus for our final journey. Anna went to the rest room to change and returned wearing loose grey sweatpants, now call me a weird freak all you want but they turned me on like no tomorrow. So my last memory of the journey is staring at her butt as she cuddled up to me and thinking of a way to relieve the erection that was threatening to do some clothing damage.

We arrived in Toledo as expected and the camp director was there to greet us with a chirpiness that both of us could have done without at 2am. There was still 20 more miles or so to go to his place but we had made it, we had been in America a little more than 24 hours and I already had a mountain of memories to carry with me the rest of my life. Those memories are nothing compared to the awakening of one Richard Windsor though as I plied my life skills in a foreign land for the very first time.

There wasn’t much of a rest as the next day we were at the camp, though I don’t think we actually did any work, it was more of a meet and greet. This is Camp Courageous in Whitehouse, Ohio, a summer camp for children and adults with learning difficulties, and more importantly, a female to male ratio of like two to one 🙂 I shared a cabin with 5 other staff, the 3 of us guys in the front of the cabin, all of the campers were in the middle, and 3 girls roomed at the back of the cabin. I’m guessing it was designed as another male room but there just wasn’t enough males working at the camp. Being that we all saw each other from 7am until midnight every day we all became very good friends, which as you can imagine was a pretty fun ride. Pretty much every morning during the raising of the flag they were lowering the flagpole and handing back the panties to the girls who had the misfortune of having had hers put up there the night before by one of us 3 jocks.

It was also during this time that I first became aware of the subject, birthday spankings, and of course managed to give my first ever one at the camp that year. I can’t even remember when it happened or who it was, but I do recall some girl standing on a chair while the camp director used a witch’s style broom to brush away at the girl’s bottom. I remember clearly that it was totally symbolic though, but it was enough to satisfy my curiosity and I asked one of the guys that I shared a cabin with what it meant. At that point I was scared stiff of bringing such a subject up to a girl. The girl I hooked up with that year was the girl who got the birthday spanking, done from a standing position as she leant forward in front of a few friends. It was nothing to write home about, but when you look at the amount of bottoms that I have spanked over the years, at least she can say that she was the first in America.

Three months later and we were sitting around a campfire as one of the counselors sat with a guitar and sang the camp farewell song. So much happened during those three months, so much for the good. Being an eccentric character in England is a pretty tough thing for a young man, when I came to America I could be as crazy as I liked and was seen as a novelty rather than a freak. Two years later I moved to America permanently, and as I turn 46 years old today I reflect that I have now spent almost half of my life on these shores, and as my awakening happened in 1985, pretty much all of my adult life has been spent in America.

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A photo story and other happenings

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This was one wonderful weekend this past weekend. On Friday I went over to see the Mystery Minx, and after numerous rubber bands shot at me, and even ice being put in my shoes while she was OTK, the young lady found herself face down for SEVERAL spankings. These are the screen caps from one of the sessions. This time around we didn’t use a camera, instead we filmed it for personal use. From the video I was able to put together this set of pics. I know they are not perfect but I hope that you like them. Others from different scenes will follow I am sure. Either way, this week she has a pretty serious spanking to come for a no no that she did to me on Saturday!!!

Now this next one was my favorite of the lot!!

And finally.

On Saturday, Tasha Lee and Yoni hosted a wonderful party at their house which I had the pleasure of attending. Now while it wasn’t strictly a spanking only event, there was more than enough red bottoms to go around. I was fortunate enough to play with Cassandra Park, the Mystery Minx, Miss Chief and finally, after all this time, the delightful Sarah Gregory.

Now I don’t have any pics myself from Saturday’s event to share as of yet, but I do know that Sarah had her camera in use for her own website. So what you need to do is check Sarah’s site regularly for picture updates. I do have some that I snagged from one of Sarah’s profiles, however, I won’t post anything until either she has, or when she gives me her permission to do so. There are at least 3 with Sarah over my lap that I know of.

I would have liked to have played with Cassandra a little bit longer but I was sweating buckets. It was so bad that I actually had to ask Rad to take over for me, lol, it wasn’t the only time I deferred to him that night either. Miss Chief I only managed to get about 30 licks on as there was a line of people queueing up to spank her 🙂 Seriously as well, it looked like that scene from Airplane where everybody was lined up waiting their turn.  She was such a bundle of fun though and I look forward to playing with her again.

Being that I had spanked the Mystery Minx the night before like 5 times or so, we only played at the party once, where once again I was fortunate that Rad was around to finish the job properly 🙂 The party went well into the wee hours and I then started my long assed journey home. A Path train followed by two subways and then finally the bus. Being that it was like 4am when I started all the transport required lots of waiting, by the time I got to my neighborhood I was so fed up with waiting that I decided to walk the last mile and a half home, finally reaching my destination at 6am.

A big thanks to Tasha and Yoni for hosting such a wonderful party, and not only did I get to see a bunch of old friends, I also had the pleasure of meeting a bunch of new ones as well.

Richard Windsor.

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