Sunday, October 30, 2011

Happy Almost Halloween!

Happy almost Halloween! This is one of the coolest pictures I've ever discovered on the internet. That's right, Satan Peeps! I'm not sure who handcrafted these, but if they were sold in stores I'd totally buy them. What could be a better addition to the Halloween party snack table?

I tried to be Satan myself this Halloween. I was told that I don't have enough meanness and am unable to scowl properly. Well, that's why I'm not a top. On Friday night I attended a Halloween party with my little pitchfork and headbanded horns. Everyone thought I was a very cute devil.

There was actually one spanking reference during the party, though this was with vanilla friends. A guy walked by his wife and smacked her on the bottom, followed by an extremely exaggerated reaction on her part. She yelled "Owww! That really stung!" as she laughed and rubbed her bottom. I was trying not to roll my eyes and thinking to myself, "Oh please, he didn't even do it that hard!" Sorry, no further spanking related activity ensued. Hey, it was a vanilla party.

If you want to read a cute Halloween tale, head on over to Sarah Thorne's latest post here.

Halloween means candy for kids and dress-up and booze for adults. On the news here it was mentioned that Halloween is the second highest liquor sales day of the year, only behind New Year's Eve. Of course, one wouldn't want to overdo it and miss out on any potential spanking fun when surrounded by guests like these. Spankos must love Halloween.

Hmm, what do you think she's trying to say?

I know that this devil could use a good strapping herself. It's certainly time for some de-stressing. Well, it's not Monday quite yet. I wish you all a safe and enjoyable Halloween!

Thursday, October 27, 2011


I recently read something about The Weather Channel calling this month "Toptober," because they are highlighting The Top Ten Best Things To Do throughout the week. Of course, I see the word "top" and I think differently. The real Oktoberfest runs from late September to the first weekend of October. I've always found that odd considering the name, you'd think it would run throughout more of October. I missed out on heading up to the canyon and enjoying some German beer this year so will move on to Toptoberfest.

Here at Lea's Corner it is Toptoberfest, celebrating those who popular opinion believe should be tops. (And by popular opinion I'm going off my personal preferences and FetLife threads.)

Bruce Willis. Look at "The Look" he does. Brr.... Bruce always seems to have a mischievous twinkle in his eye too, definitely seems like he'd be someone fun to hang around with once you got off his knee.

James Scott. Those who aren't fellow Days Of Our Lives watchers may not recognize this face who plays E.J. Dimiera on my favorite soap. He's kind of an evil character which is probably why I get that toppy vibe from him. Hehe. The British accent just puts it over the edge.

Colin Firth. This picture would work better if he had a belt in his hands. Close enough. When any conversation comes up about a celebrity dream top, Colin Firth is always mentioned. Must have something to do with that charming but firm vibe of his. 

Sean Connery. He may have invented "The Look." In the media he has made comments that make one wonder if he practices some spanking in his personal life.  

Serena Williams. She's quite famous for her tennis skills and her booty, but she certainly looks like she knows how to wield an implement as well.                                                                                         

James Spader. What dream top list could leave his name off? I've talked about some of my feelings for James Spader in the past here. Most kinksters know him from Secretary but he has portrayed many more characters in his filmography that might make one wonder what he's really into behind closed doors. Here's hoping.

Hugh Jackman. He's just got that vibe.  The look, the tone of voice. He can put me in a corner anytime.

But I've got to call "red" on the claws! Bare hand please, Hugh.

Mary-Louise Parker. Any fan of Weeds has seen her on the receiving end of a spanking or two, but some wonder if she'd be willing to try being on the other side of the equation.

Alan Rickman. There are a lot of guys with accents on this list, aren't there? Hmm... He is a master of the tone of voice. But I don't ever want to hear him say he'll cut my heart out with a bloody spoon."Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?" "Because it's DULL, you twit. It'll hurt more." Sounds like the twisted mind of a top to me.

Mark Harmon. He's been in the TV world for a long time but is most recently known as Gibbs on NCIS. His name is bound to come up in any celebrity top discussion. I've never seen the show but am intrigued to tune in to see what this dynamic is all about.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Finding "The One"

I posted this in my writing on FetLife and wanted to share it here. (If you'd like to find me on FetLife, you can do so here )

When I was a kid, I used to write up little lists of the qualities I wanted to find in a future partner. It ranged from realistic to ridiculous depending on my mood. Things that often made the list were 1) Having a good sense of humor (Hey, I was snarky even as a 10 year old and knew that would be important.) 2) Being nice 3) Being at least 6 feet tall 4) Liking children 5) Being a return missionary (Yep, things change with age.) 6) Having a name that starts with J. (That was my Justin Timberlake phase.)

Nothing about spanking made the list. Though that interest had developed at a young age for me, I didn't really know what to do with it. I didn't discover that there was even a lifestyle for people who thought like I did until a few years ago. I married at the ripe age of 21. His name does start with a J, he's nice and funny, I guess he likes children. (We don't have any.) He's 5'9'' and was vanilla. 4 out of 6 ain't bad.

Would I say I settled? No. I'd say I was more open minded allowing more opportunities for myself. I love my husband. He is who he is and I am who I am. Note that I said he was vanilla. Now I'd call him a swirl. He was very open and accepting of my kink when I finally got around to telling him about it and very willing to try. We found a way to make things work for us and it's always evolving. Are we on the same wavelength about everything? No. Are things perfect? No. I play with other people in a group that I'm a part of. He's not interested in the social aspects of the scene so I do that side of things solo and we're both fine with that.

So many people are searching for "The One." It is difficult enough to find a partner in the vanilla world but when you add a spanking kink as a must into the mix, it'd really narrow down the pool. Everyone has their own standards but at what point are you just setting yourself up for disappointment by expecting too much? Can one person really meet every need that you have? Is it so wrong to have several different people who meet different needs for you? Thinking of the friends realm, I don't have one friend who shares every single interest and wants to do everything with me all the time. But I have Friend A who will always get sushi with me. Friends B and C are always down to go bar-hopping. Friend D loves to see every new movie as soon as it comes out. With everyone combined, I have a companion for all my interests.

If by some unforseen circumstance I ever found myself searching for a partner again, I'm not sure what I might do differently now that TTWD is such a prominent thing in my life. It would be difficult to go back to not having it, but not impossible. For all those who are searching for "The One," I wish you luck. Remember, nobody is perfect. It's about finding who is the perfect fit for you.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Weekly Maintenance

At the start of the week, I felt like this. ---->

No amount of coffee was enough on Monday. I was not in the best of moods after an overly long day at work. It was supposed to be our day for a maintenance spanking, and oh how I needed one, but J was pretty tired himself and crashed early that night.

I really need my maintenance spankings. More often than not, it's the only time of the week that I'm spanked. What? Why are you laughing? Don't believe I'm that well-behaved? Sigh. No one ever believes me. Really though, discipline issues don't come up that often. Maintenance is something I need for many reasons. It makes me feel closer to J, keeps me feeling centered, and often aids in getting an emotional release that I need. And hell, I'm a spanko so I've got to get my fix sometime. :-)

Tuesday was that time. Another long day at work, catching up with things at home, then it was time for maintenance. J pulled out the straight back chair from the desk and sat down, beckoning me over to him. My pants came down and I was pulled over his lap. He started spanking me with his hand and asked what we were doing. "Maintenance," I replied. "And why do we do that?" "So that I remember to follow all the rules and what will happen if I don't," I said, as his hand delivered firm swats to my bottom. Has anybody noticed that being spanked OTK seems to hurt more than say, being bent over the bed and spanked? Just an observation. Not sure why that is.

"And how did everything go this week?" he asked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Oww, it was fine!" "That's all you have to say?" he asked. SMACK! SMACK! "I don't know, it was the same as it Oww! usually is." SMACK! SMACK! He pulled my panties down and the spanking continued directly on my reddening cheeks. "Let's try this again." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "How did everything go this week?" "Oww it was fine. Why do you make me repeat myself?" I replied. SMACK! SMACK! He paused and reached for the bathbrush that was on the bed. The ridiculously large bathbrush that was a "gift" from a friend whom I banned from ever giving me more gifts.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Ah, now I was remembering the right answers. He likes details. "I was on time to work and Oww eating and exercise were all fine." THWACK! THWACK! "Good," he said, "was that so hard?" The good thing about OTK is he can't see my facial expression when I glare at him. "Are you going to answer me properly the next time I ask you a question?" THWACK! THWACK! "Oww, yes sir!" THWACK! THWACK! I once again made a mental note to remove my socks before being pulled OTK as it gets awfully slippery when my legs are trying to escape from his grasp. Just when I thought he'd eased up and we were done, he set the bathbrush down and resumed with his hand. Another volley of swats for my earlier snippy comment.

He stopped and rubbed my bottom for a moment before letting me up. He hugged me and told me to lay out on the bed. I smiled as I saw that he was getting the flogger out from the back of the closet. He kneeled at my side and ran it up and down my back and bottom and legs. Not all floggers are nice but mine is a very nice one. Even with a full swing, it has a bit of a thuddy effect from the number of the deerskin falls but it doesn't sting much. It's an interesting sensation. It can certainly put me in the mood for other things. We played with it for a few minutes and then he rubbed lotion on my reddened bottom. The night finished off as we played with some other new toys. I won't go into details but will thank all fellow bloggers who gave recommendations to Eden Fantasys. (Click the link, I won't tell.)

Something else that was a mood booster this week was a spur of the moment decision to fly out to NYC for a weekend in November and go to a SCONY party. I've been working hard, have some extra cash from all the overtime, and would love to see my friends again. I've never gone to one of the monthly parties in NYC before because it's so brief a trip when coming from out of town. There were some decent deals on airfare so I decided I was just going to go for it. I confirmed this morning with a friend that he could get me to and from the airport and I could crash at his place. Then I checked with a coworker that she could cover for me for the one Monday I'd miss from work. Once that was all set, I sent out the word to all that I'd be coming in a few short weeks and was giddy with excitement. Seriously, I was smiling all day just thinking about it. My coworkers probably wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Lol. All toppy death threats aside, I'm really excited and looking forward to a fun trip and seeing friends.

One spanking later and a trip planned, now I feel like this. ---->

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Odds And Ends- What The World Is Searching For

My Blogger stats had wigged out by the time I made my tenth post on here. No idea why, it just stopped updating statistics for new content and everything else. Fortunately, someone had recommended I use Google Analytics, which I highly recommend, and that is how I gather my current information. A recent observation I made is that if you put the word "caned" in the title of your blog post, your numbers will skyrocket. Lol. Definitely a fixation there amongst spankos.

Keyword searches always show some humorous results. Poor innocent people searching for recipes for their leftover Peeps and finding a spanking blog instead. O_O James Spader is worthy of his own category.

"james spader office desk spanking" Sorry to inform you, there have been no spankings on The Office so far in this current season. I remain hopeful.

"pretty in pink Spader," "does James Spader love spanking?" "i love james spader," "james spader is kinky," "james spader secretary," "james spader spank," "my love for james spader is not normal," "james spader spanking in Boston Legal." Nope, no spankings on Boston Legal either. Still a show worth checking out though. Most of those searches actually stuck around for a few minutes. Thanks for reading, Spader fans.

Here are a few others from the interesting to the downright odd.

"spanking sounds" 
"blood pressure and spanking," Whatever works, dude.
"crabby cure spanking"
"going spanko" Once you go spanko, you never go back-o?
"help me get my lea back" I'm right here!
"holy schnike" I'm guessing the Tommy Boy fan didn't find what they were looking for.
"how late is late for work" 
"ice cream spanking"
"its not you its me blog lea paine" ???
"letter of disappointed"
"peepsters available for other holidays"
"what are vanilla people" Downright boring.
"soundproof hotels london spanking" Never been outside of the U.S., but I'm a fan of Holiday Inn.
"spanking stories bee stings nurse spanking" Wtf?
"strictly spanking for naughty matures" ???
"top things not to say to a friend" If your friend is a top, I hope my post helped.
"upturnedbottomswithkickingfeet" Now that's a wordmash. Report to Mr. Lewis.

On the subject of "vanilla," I always giggle to myself when I'm out at a restaurant with a vanilla person and they order anything vanilla. Does anybody else observe things like that? The other day someone brought in a bunch of candy to the office and I came across this. ---> Yes, it's a vanilla flavored Tootsie roll. WHY would you do such a thing to a Tootsie roll? That has got to be the dumbest thing ever created behind the Vanilla Frosty. This is my experience at a Wendy's. Me- "I'd like a Frosty, please." Cashier- "What kind of Frosty?" Me- "Um, a real one." There's a reason no one cared to create the Vanilla Frosty for over 30 years. Leave the ice-milk blend that contains no real ice cream alone! Sorry, I have strong feelings about chocolate. Lol.

I think I need to try to make some new friends. I feel like I'm at a different stage of life from so many these days. Most of them are married and already have 2 kids each. I'm married but don't appear to live like it, my apartment is like a freaking college dorm with my husband and his friends having constant LAN parties. If you don't know what that means, be glad. I really don't have much to talk about anymore with a lot of my vanilla friends, though high school associations are all that brought us together in the first place. The friends that are closest to my heart are all in the wrong parts of the country for me to see often. Moving is not a real option. I've never attempted to look for or get involved in any sort of "scene" locally. The main reason is because I love SCONY so much and all my friends I've made through there. Also, going across the country to attend events provides a lot of anonymity. Who knows who I may run into if I meet people locally. I know, if we recognize each other then we are in the same boat because they probably want to keep their kink quiet as well, but it's still a bit scary.

Tonight I started browsing for local stuff on FetLife and most of what I found was quite intimidating. Very BDSM realm. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I'm just clueless on that front. A lot of profiles read like this- "36/F/polyamorous pansexual sadomasochist." Okay, not seeing the words "top" or "bottom" here. I need a kink dictionary to figure out wtf half of that stuff means. Lol. I would probably seem quite vanilla to them with my comparatively minimal interests. I'm not even looking for play partners, just some people that'd be fun to hang out and chat with that may have some thread of a common interest with me. How does anybody meet new people these days anyway? I don't like most of my co-workers. I don't attend church or school. Aside from SCONY, I've pretty much known the same people my whole life. I don't know. I'm terrible at meeting people. I'm shy and probably don't appear to be very interesting unless by some rare chance a person has an obsession with Peeps or 'N Sync. You need to know Justin Timberlake's birthday? I'm your phone-a-friend. I guess I'll see what happens.

October has been less than fantastic so far. I feel so tired and work has been awful. So ready for my co-worker to return from maternity leave in a few weeks. By the time she's back I'm going to need to take a mental health leave. September was a really good month, the abundance of spankings and chance to see a lot of friends certainly helped. I was definitely Tender in September. Even after I returned home from my trip, there was a spike in the frequency of spankings. The other day I was joking about something with J and he said, "I like when you're like this. Do I just need to spank you all the time?" Um, duh. YES!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

My Favorite Spanking Picture

This has been moving around the blogosphere and it's my turn. I don't have a large collection of spanking pictures but the following is one that I really like.

Unfortunately, I can't remember where I originally saw it so don't have a source. If anybody knows, please let me know so I can credit it. Now this picture isn't exactly a spanking pose, but there are many things I love about it. The pensive expression, hesistantly pulling down the panties, how her body is angled. Great picture.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Any Way You Want It

Journey provides this week's spanko soundtrack with their hit "Any Way You Want It." Admittedly, I didn't have to do much to change the lyrics on this one since the theme of it already worked so well. They provide many subtle spanko messages in their songs. I once sang "Who's Cryin' Now" on karaoke night at a spanking weekend and it worked quite well with the theme I had going, along with "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me" by Culture Club (and yes, yes they did) and "Mercy" by Duffy. Enjoy!

Any Way You Want It

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She loves to brat
She loves to tease
She's got attitude
She tries to elude
She plays it cool
She loves this spankin' thing
Ooh, all night, all night
Oh, every night
So hold tight, hold tight
Ooh, baby, hold tight
Oh, he said,

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
He said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

She was alone
She never knew
What good spankings could do
Ooh, then he spanked
Then he caned
Oh, all the spanking things

Ooh, all night, all night
Oh, every night
So hold tight, hold tight
Ooh baby, hold tight
Oh, he said,

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
He said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

She said, Ooooooooooooww!
Spank on, spank on, spank on

Oh he said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

Ooow! Ooow!
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it


(Chorus repeats and fades out)

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Wishful Thinking

I wish that I was the kind of person who did something productive when stressed, like cleaning my house or going for a run.

I wish I could make everyone happy.

I wish I reacted better under pressure.
I wish everyone I love was always in good health.

I wish Peeps were available year round.

I wish I was stronger.

I wish Utah could be picked up and dropped off closer to New York.

I wish all my friends were closer.

I wish I could win the lottery and quit my job.

I wish I could quit my job, period.

I wish I could meet James Spader.

I wish my mind could stop running long enough to let me sleep.

I wish that I was someone who could perceive the glass as half full.

Speaking of glasses, I wish that eggnog wasn't just seasonal.

I wish I didn't have to so often hide a part of myself.

I wish I received one spanking per day...

And at least two hugs.

I wish I wasn't so OCD about having an even number of lines to feel the need to add this line.

Did I already mention the Peeps?

It's all just wishful thinking.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Caned- Mountain Weekend Final Chapter

This is the final chapter of the SCONY Mountain Weekend that I recently attended. You can read Parts 123, and 4 at those links. I believe I left off with being thoroughly spanked and falling into bed in a state of exhaustion. That sounds about right. Kinda how all my nights ended there, lol. Now to Sunday. Sunday is when things start to get sad. A lot of people say their goodbyes and head home, though I always stay over until Monday. I kind of wish everyone would leave at once so that I only had to cry like a fool at one given time rather than when each friend makes me tear up all over again. I hate goodbyes. Especially knowing it'll be nearly 7 months, if not longer for some of them, before we'll meet again.

Sunday started with a pajama breakfast. I went in full Peeps gear, of course. Showed off my new awesome shirt and flip flops which got a raised eyebrow from a few, but a laugh from most. Quirky Lea, that's me. Oooh, name tag idea for next time... One top who really hates Peeps, though I can't imagine why, grabbed the flip flop from me and smacked it against his hand and said "Yes, that should work." Um, no. Anyhow, after breakfast some people started to leave and some of us sat around in the lobby or out on the porch chatting. There was a mention that there will be an 80's theme for the April weekend. I was having trouble thinking of anything awesome to come from the 80's, other than myself of course. Then I had the Growing Pains theme song stuck in my head for a while. Has anyone realized how spanko-y the beginning of that song is? "Show me that smile again/Don't waste another minute on your cryin'/We're nowhere near the end/The best is ready to begin.." Uh, sound a bit toppy to anyone else? Just sayin'. Yes, my mind can even ruin the innocence that was Growing Pains.

Mr. A was ready to assist me in my first caning experience. *gulp* We headed up to Room 10 and he showed me his three canes. (Yes, the pic at the left shows 4 but Google images can only do so much.) He described a bit about the attributes of each but I honestly don't remember all of what he explained because my heart was pounding in my ears. Despite the glowing reviews I'd heard from others and witnessing a caning for myself the night before where everyone survived, this was still quite nerve-wracking. He picked up the cane that was supposed to be the easiest on me (I have no basis for comparison and certainly wasn't going to ask for one, so will take his word on that) and my jeans came down and I bent over the desk. He said I was going to get 3 lighter strokes followed by 3 a little harder and he wanted me to count after each one, partly so he could hear in my voice how I was doing. Okay, I can do this. It can't be that terrible. It can't be worse than death, right? Well that's silly, no need to compare anything to death. There's a whole room of people downstairs if I need someone to take me to the hospital. Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! That was the stroke? I'm okay! "One, sir." Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! "Two, sir." Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! This isn't that bad at all! "Three, sir." Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Oww that definitely stung a little more. "Four, sir." Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! "Five, sir." Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! "Six, sir." I made it! It's over! Hallelujah! I gave him a hug and thanked him for a lovely introduction to caning. I think I thanked him. Mr. A, if you are reading this, thank you! :-D I actually wanted a bit more but figured I should pace myself. I don't doubt that caning can be very severe, but I could now say that it doesn't have to be horrible. "Like" is not usually a word I'd use to describe any implement, but yeah, I kinda liked it.

We rejoined the group downstairs and I eagerly shared with a friend that I'd survived my first caning. People were continuing to check out and head home. My friend S left and I hugged her goodbye and so began my first crying spell of the day. Some people were off packing, others napping, some of us lounging around the lobby. Some people were supposed to take other people to lunch but disappeared. Ahem... Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. R come into the room holding a cane. That was a terrifying image. I'd never seen him holding a cane before and I knew he was there for me. Maybe if I just return to my conversation and don't look directly at him he'll disappear... Nope, not working. He fixed his gaze on me and beckoned me over to him. The butterflies were in high gear now. This is something that had been mentioned a few weeks prior but it was apparently happening now. *gulp* "Get upstairs," he said when I was at his side. *double gulp* I went back up to the room I had not so long ago exited and he soon followed and shut the door. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. That's a loaded question if I ever heard one. I said yes, though I still felt as if I might lose my breakfast. I resumed the familiar position bent over the desk, jeans falling to my ankles. Caning is such a mindfuck, pardon my language. I can't think of a more descriptive or accurate word. There's a whole psychology to it and it immediately puts me in a certain headspace. It's scary as hell in that you don't know when the stroke is going to come, you just keep feeling the tap, tap, tap, swiiish, nope it was a fake, more tapping, swiiish, craaack! He said that some people flinch at just hearing the swiiish through the air before feeling the stroke, and I'm pretty sure I was reacting the same by the end of the scene. I'm not sure how many strokes I received, but they were very, very stingy. "No smart comments?" he asked. "I think we've finally found something that gets to you." "Yes, sir" I replied. Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! "Owww owww!" I struggled to keep my position over the desk. "Do you want me to count these?" I asked. "If I want you to count, then I'll tell you to count," he replied. Internal sigh. "Yes, sir." We reached the final six of the best, which I still wasn't counting out loud, and wasn't going to ask about again. Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! "Aaah ooow!" I stamped my feet. (Why do I do that, as if moving my feet around is going to dissipate the pain?) Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! Tap, tap, tap, tap, swiiish, craaack! It's over. I survived yet again! I'm invincible, bahahaha! (Okay, maybe I didn't think the last part at that moment.) He gave me a big hug and we rejoined the group downstairs. I don't think how gingerly I sat down was noticed at all...

Soon after, Mr. A and R were saying their goodbyes and I cried again. My crying voice never allows me to get out all the things I want to say so I always have to send texts and emails later on, expressing how much I enjoyed the time spent together and what a good time I had. Some of us headed down to the lounge to get things ready for hanging out there later that night and we all regrouped for dinner a while after. After dinner, I had an appointment with Mr. L. He'd recently added a razor strap to his collection that I was curious to try. (Remember what I said before about my head wanting more when my bottom isn't always feeling the same way? Lol.) I laid across the bed as I got 30 with the strap. 30 because there were 30 things on the what NOT to say list. Internal sigh. Well, a strap is a strap and that was twice that weekend that I picked out a strap. I really don't understand what goes through my head sometimes... After that, we headed down to the lounge to hang out. Our numbers had dwindled and things were starting to slow down. <insert sad feelings here> For most of the night, I sat at the bar in the company of J, T, and other T in a constant fit of laughter. The people who work there are unbelievably awesome and so much fun. I look forward to seeing some of them as much as I do my fellow spanko friends. I did play once more that night with B, my favorite Canadian top. After my last blog post mentioning him, he pointed out that he's the only Canadian top I know. That's true, but totally beside the point. After he spanked me and noted the condition of my bottom, he hopped on the "I need to get to you on Thursday next time" train. It seems a lot of people are thinking that... Some of us hung out until it was last call and then I headed back to my room to go to bed.

Monday had arrived. Those of us remaining had breakfast and then I had to go pack. Why is it that things don't fit in your suitcase as easily when you are ready to head home as they did when you left? I had picked up a shirt and pair of flip flops, but I'm not sure how it's always so much more difficult. I didn't even bother folding stuff this time, just jammed it all in there, forced the zipper shut, and was ready to go. Mr. C was still figuring out how on Earth to fit everything into the van with the additional two passengers we'd be going back with. I wandered around to find the others and people were trying to pack things up and disassemble the party space. A few of us started grabbing things from the woodshed to store away and it was just me and M in there when she yelled for Mr. R to come back and bring the FES. *gulp* I was bent over the saddle as they switched off wielding the strap onto my tender flesh. You ever go to the dentist and wonder why they have conversations with you and ask questions when you aren't really in a position to answer? I feel that way with spankings sometimes. "Did you enjoy yourself this weekend?" THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "Oooww, Yes I did, ma'am!" THWAP! THWAP! I'm not very good at answering under duress. After a few final hard smacks from each of them, it ended with hugs all around.

We headed back to help move things down to another room. K left and I totally lost it and just sobbed saying goodbye to her. I knew we were getting down to the final few moments. Someone told me not to waste the last little bit of time crying, but I can't help it! I wasn't freed from the grasp of tops quite yet. Before we left, Mr. L grabbed me and a paddle and took me in the next room over some disagreement as to which country he was from. Just when I thought I was safe... A few minutes after that we really did have to get on the road. I cried and hugged and cried and hugged, making my way around the room for goodbyes, the final ones being to Ms. M and Mr. R. Then we were off, making our trek back to NYC. No screws were lost for my return flight so I made it out when I was supposed to and headed home. J picked me up from the airport but I was still too emotional to go into much about the weekend without starting to cry again. I kind of feel bad for him, I go to these things and the wife that returns to him is a total emotional basketcase with a purple bottom. Lol. Bless him for putting up with it. And that concludes my trip. Thank you to all who were a part of it and added to a wonderful time. And thank you to all for reading and following along with my adventures.