Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Detached Ears And Other Tales

It's time for Part 3 of my update on the SCONY Mountain Weekend that I recently attended. You can find Part 1 here and Part 2 here. Before I jump back into Friday's events, you should check out Dave Wolfe's latest post continuing the theme of bears and tops. Just when I thought I was the first to have that idea. Great minds think alike!

Wanna bet?
I believe we left off with my 2:30 a.m. Friday morning spanking and the fact that I went untouched on Thursday. Do you think the caring tops lurking about would leave me in that state for long? Of course not! After being able to sort of sleep in, I got ready for the day and had completely missed breakfast being served. Mr. A came by my room to show me his ever growing implement collection. I swear it was like a magician's bag. The case wasn't that big but more and more just kept being pulled out of it. He owns a ridiculous amount of hairbrushes. I saw at least 5 or 6 and I believe he has even more. I'm ready to submit him to Hoarders. It's troubling. Lol. Hairbrushes are not on my like list, so I skipped over those and picked out a double leather strap to play with. Why was I picking, you ask? This was for our "nicer" scene so I got to choose what to experiment with. (Tops can be nice sometimes, but you never heard those words come from my mouth.) I laid across the bed and quickly wondered why on Earth I'd picked out a strap. He spanked me at a supposedly moderate intensity (that's what they all say) but I certainly felt the sting. He felt the need to let me feel a comparison, so gave me a few hard ones at the end. Okay, fine, the rest had been moderate. It ended with a hug and then he and R were nice enough to drive me to get lunch since I'd slept through breakfast.

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. 

Best.Gifts.Ever 
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...

10 comments:

joeyred51 said...

lea,
Great post. Your peeps hat was really cool along with your T-shirt. Too bad you could not leave it for the next weekend. Regarding the scene, I had never seen you with such a look of pain on your face and remember offering to get you some ice. I am glad J was there to help.
joey

senorrose4 said...

Wow!! You should have "safe-worded" with Mr. R!! This was way beyond your comfort zone!! I'll bet if he had known your headspace, he would have lightened up or stopped!!

Sorry that happened to you!! This should have been "play"!!!

Bob.

Alicia said...

Many people whose headspace for spanking is of the "Discipline" style absolutely enjoy scenes such as the one that Lea has described with Mr.R.

I can't speak for Lea, but I know that I am in 7th heaven after experiencing scenes like the one she talks about above. I completely identify with the shaky & dazed feeling afterwards and have been in that position many a time after an intense scene. I'm used to people asking if I'm ok. That is the type of headspace that I enjoy, and it can be likened to what is called "subspace".

This is sometimes difficult for people to understand if they do not have the "discipline" headspace for spanking. I would never safeword a scene such as this, because it is exactly the type of thing I seek and wish to experience.

If this had been a traumatic experience for Lea, I doubt she would have blogged the details of it for the whole world to see.

joeyred51 said...

You are right Alicia. I saw lea immediately after the scene and I did not get the sense it was traumatic. Also, the top is a very experienced person with a heart of gold and would never spank someone beyond their limits.
joey

Pink said...

Impressive, Lea. This really sounds like a fantastic weekend so far. (I'm a wee bit jealous!) Wondering if you experienced the cane...

XX,

Pink

Anonymous said...

Oh, Lea!

I ADORE you!!!! I loved finally getting to meet you & chat. You are hilarious, gracious & so much fun! Not only is it so cool to be seeing the weekend through your eyes & to know more about who's who and what's going on than I did when reading your blog prior to the weekend, I'm blown away to be mentioned here! :-) It's an honor to know you!

I'm so glad you are my sponsor!

-- Regan

Lea said...

@joey, Thank you. I had plenty of people check on me, the daze wore off.

@Bob, Thank you for your concern. It seems I need to clarify a few things. It was definitely an intense scene but not traumatic or anything. He didn't do anything that was outside my limits. I use safe words and would've used one if I felt it was necessary and I know it would've been respected.

@Alicia, Thank you for your comment. A very good description.

@joey, Absolutely not.

@Pink, I did experience it. More than once even! That's for a later post. :-)

@Regan, Thank you, it was great meeting you too! I had such a great time! And did you see that John and Marlena have rejoined the cast on DOOL this week? Lol.

eileen061209 said...

Dearest lea,

Thank you for sharing your experience, pain and bruising with us once more. I don't understand what it is that you and some other bottoms do to provoke such chastisement; however, I do know that I spend a lot of time observing these activities each weekend.

However, I did discuss in detail [inasmuch as I knew she was highly experienced in this area] with a fellow bottom the shock I experienced when a Top grabbed my ear this past weekend. It took little or no motivation on his part. I have never had that happen; but will share my opinion that it is obvious the man has never worn earrings. How can you explain that pain to him in April, lea.

Kathy said...

Hey, Lea:-)
Knowing you, and a bit of your headspace,I'd say your Pokes weekend was marvelous! I doubt very much you would refrain from using safewords if you really felt the need. We Virgos are stoic,but not stupid! I had a wonderful time also; #25 weekend was even better than #24. And you looked sooo adorable in your "Peeps" attire!
<3 ya,
Kathy

Lea said...

@eileen, I don't know what I do to provoke tops either. Wait, usually I do... Lol. As far as ear pulling, if you tell the person you really don't want that done, I'm sure they won't continue doing it.

@Kathy, It was marvelous! And thank you, the Peeps attire is awesome! Miss you. XOXO