After lunch I joined the group out on the porch to chat. People were still checking in and arriving throughout the day since the weekend officially starts Friday. The first main activities down in the lounge started at 3. I brought my aforementioned copies of the "Top 30 Things NOT To Say To A Top" list and gave them out to everyone. Some hadn't seen it going on for the previous month and got a kick out of it. I heard a few new people reading along say "I'm SO gonna use that one!" Surprisingly, I never did end up hearing if someone did use them to create a scene. If they did, they must not have tried to blame it on me for creating the ideas, so I'm fine with that. Lol. Without getting into too many details, this is when I made my crown of Peeps. I'd brought several boxes of Peeps I'd still had in my house from my overabundance in April that had gone stale for the project. Imagine Peeps affixed to a hat by pipe cleaners. It was awesome.
After I was done with my little art project and got done showing off my new hat to everyone, I was innocently sitting at a table with a few others chatting. I saw a flash of maroon from the corner of my eye and before I knew it, Mr. R was yanking me up from my seat by my ear and leading me towards a booth in the back. "It's not Thursday anymore," he said. I don't know how that skill is acquired, but the man can zero in on ears like no other. My long hair offered no protection. Note to self: Wear spiked earrings in April. If you've never had someone pull you by the ear, I really can't explain how much it hurts. Once behind the curtained play area, he continued to fixate The Look on me as he took down my jeans. My phone clattered onto the floor from my pocket sliding into the next booth.
Party Playing Rule #1- Always empty your pockets first. I'm amazed my phone is still working. That happened at least 3 more times throughout the weekend.
That was only a temporary reprieve from the scene at hand and once my belongings had been recovered, he sat on the couch and pulled me over his lap. He spanked me with his hand which I soon remembered was bionic. My ear was still throbbing but my attention quickly returned to my reddening bottom. "I don't know how much you've played today and am deciding if I should be nice and give you a warm up," he said as the swats continued. "Oww, I've played a few times but Oww yes you should!" Hard smacks with his hand continued and he said, "Do we even need to go over all the things you've written in the last few months? Why don't you tell me what you're being spanked for?" I felt his other arm around my waist holding me in place as my legs kicked and I futilely tried to escape from his lap. "For being sarcastic and Oww disrespectful," I managed to sputter out. "Anything else?" he asked. "Um, not that I owww can think of!" "Well you better remember the rest later," he said. He let me up and gave me a big hug. I asked if that was the "20" and he laughed and said not even close. (This is a reference to a previous conversation of how dead I was on a scale of 1-10. Yeah, I was at 20. Don't see how that's possible? Neither did I. I'd soon find out.)
A little later, everyone met back at the dining room for dinner. I caught up with a few friends who I hadn't had a chance to talk with yet. There are always some announcements after dinner on Friday as Ms. M goes over important things like party etiquette and pacing yourself for the weekend. Maybe I'm paranoid but I swear she looked at me when she was saying that. Lol. It is a problem I have every time though. My head wants more when my bottom is saying no way in Hell. I'm not at all a heavy player and I have the trait of "being a magic marker" (term copied from Alex) meaning I turn all sorts of colors fairly easily. If someone poked me in the arm a few times, I'd have little fingerprint bruises the next day. I've tried everything. Arnica gel and pellets, lotion, taking vitamins, drinking Emergen-C packets twice a day, ice packs. I always still bruise, and a lot. Some say with time and frequency of spankings that it's not as bad but I personally have never seen much change from 2 years ago to now. Maybe I've played a little more and a little harder but there's been no magic change in my tolerance. People I play with more frequently are used to it but whenever I'm with a new play partner I tell them over and over that I bruise easy so don't freak out. You generally don't want to hear "Oh my God!" when your bottom is bared. Lol.
After the talk wrapped up, I went back to my room to change and called J to check in. The last time I'd gone out of town, he was using our 42'' TV as a computer monitor to play Starcraft II on. I don't think he missed me too much. Lol. I headed down to the lounge with a few others for the Friday night party. One of the things I love about these weekends is that it's about so much more than spanking. Trust me, I can talk about that a LOT but there are other things in life. Like Days Of Our Lives! I got a chance to talk with a new person R who is a fellow DOOL watcher. I was way excited about that and we had a conversation about the show and I caught her up on who is dating who and how this person is suddenly related to that person. I've gotten a lot of flack from people in the group about watching that so it was nice to finally have someone on my side. It's not any sillier for me to talk to my TV at the woman who is still trapped in the sarcophagus after 2 months than it is for others to yell at their TV as if it's going to change the outcome of the baseball game. Just sayin'.
I played several times throughout the night and with several new play partners, including my new favorite Canadian top, B. Okay, so I don't know any other Candian tops but he's a cool guy. *waves to B if he's reading* I may have gone a bit overboard with Canada jokes in the chat room leading up to the weekend but he was a good sport and certainly got me back for it. Mr. A was running around all night with his cane. He'd become quite the cane connoisseur of late and I'd heard several good reviews from those who had experienced it. Caning had always been something that really scared me and seemed so severe but at the same time I kind of wanted to try it. I didn't that night, but I'll come back to the subject of caning later on.
I was chatting with a few people over at one of the tables and telling them about my awesome gifts that I'd received. One of my friends had given me a belated b-day gift the day before, a shirt that read "Chillin' with my Peeps" and the little Peeps symbol on it. So cool. Then another friend gave me a gift of Peeps flip flops and a Peeps recipe book. So now I had a whole Peeps outfit! It was awesome. I was way excited about it. Then I may have said something to Mr. R along the lines of "Where's my birthday gift from you?"
Party Playing Rule #2- Don't expect sarcastic comments to go unanswered. I really should know that by now. I still say that frequent spankings have knocked some brain cells right out of me. All the smacking and blood rushes to the head. Must be some correlation there.
He didn't go for my ear this time at least, but I was quickly led away to a play area in the back. I took my pants down and was bent over a chair. "How old are you now, 106?" he asked. Funny guy... "Uh, 18?" I replied. "And what does lying get?" he asked. "Um, wood, sir. I'm 26." He removed it so quickly I didn't even see what he was using (I later confirmed it was his belt) and delivered 26 strokes with the belt fairly quickly. Not a very nice birthday spanking at all. Belts have always meant serious business to me and take me to a whole different headspace. So I don't completely know if the pain seemed worse because of that but it hurt like hell. It was definitely the hardest I've ever gotten it with a belt. We were way beyond 26 and it struck me again and again and again. It really stung and I thought my knees were going to buckle. I'm kind of amazed that I stayed in position for the most part because I nearly jumped up a few times. Thank God the music was always playing loudly because I was howling. After one last rapid fire set, he stopped and said "Now we're at 20." I could hardly stand up to redress myself. I felt shaky. He hugged me for a minute and asked if I was okay and I said I was fine. I walked back out to the bar and must've looked as dazed as I felt because a few of my friends asked if I was alright. I went outside for a minute to get some air. I felt like I might cry, but I didn't.
Party Playing Rule #3- Make friends with those who have access to the ice.
I went back inside and sat at the bar and jumped right back up. That was a bad idea. I asked the bartender J if I could get a bag of ice. This wasn't an abnormal request with our group and he'd helped me out a few times before. He had someone go upstairs to the kitchen to get me a bag of ice and I said my goodnights and headed back to my room. Trying to sit on a bag of ice is SO not comfortable. I wasn't sure what else to do though and could tell the marks were going to really deepen by morning, so it was a small attempt at damage control. I sat on ice for about an hour, my mind was nowhere near ready to stop running and let me sleep. I wrote for a while and finally went to bed. The exhaustion of the past few days was definitely catching up.
To be continued...