|An awesome gift from my friend A|
I really need to get a laptop so I can actually work on these posts while I'm still at the weekend. Might as well be doing something when my brain is wired and I can't sleep anyway. Fortunately I have a good memory even with 2 weeks having passed and this will be the last installment about my trip. As you can see on the left, I received more awesome Peeps gifts. A got me that shirt. I also got probably 20-ish boxes of Peeps from friends throughout the weekend. Less than April but a pretty good haul for October when they are harder to find.
Sunday started off with a pajama breakfast. Apparently a lot of tops wear button down shirts and ties to bed. Weird. I had my Peeps shirt and pajama pants on. A lot of people started checking out which makes me sad. Some just left without saying goodbye at all! *coughRegancough* It's like people think they can just slip away and avoid my awkward crying and hugs. Unacceptable. It's a SCONY weekend rite of passage! I hung out on the porch for a while and someone had brought these Chinese finger trap type things so we had fun trying to flick them around at each other. It only took 50 tries before I had the launch perfected. Trying to shoot it off the cane didn't work very well. Then Mr. R took my cane and aimed to hit my hand with it every time I tried to grab it back. Meanie.
I went up to Room 10 with BV to play once more before he'd be leaving that afternoon. We didn't use my cane but he had several of his own. I picked one out that looked thinner since I like more sting than thud. My pajama pants were pulled down to my knees and I bent over the desk. He tapped the cane against my bottom several times before delivering the harder stroke. I'd think I was ready for the next stroke and it wouldn't come when I expected. Canings always leave me guessing which I kind of love/hate. He struck a bit harder each time and I was getting very squirmy as the stinging of my bottom increased. He spanked me with his hand for a minute and then gave the last few with the cane. We ended with a hug.
I had one more scene with Mr. A before he was going to head home. I'd been eager for a bedtime flogging but our schedules hadn't matched up thus far during the weekend. I lied on the bed and he strapped me. He started with a longer thin leather strap that could be categorized as "nicer." But even with that one I couldn't stay still and was definitely feeling it. He switched to my London Tanners domestic discipline strap that quickly had me kicking. He used a heavy thicker strap with misleading hearts on it a few times before I was screeching. "You're not very good at staying still, are you?" he asked in between swats. "Oww, no sir, I'm not! I'm trying!" I struggled to stay in place as my bottom felt it was on fire. The strapping subsided and he reached for my flogger. I got a nice full body flogging as we talked and I relaxed. So relaxed that he was nice enough to not make me get up and saw himself out. I rested with a smile.
A while later I headed down for dinner. Yep, you guessed it. There was a salad there again. Sigh. I ate something other than the salad and watched tops watch the Yankees lose. (This was the third game, before they got swept in that series.) Then it was time to say goodbye to Mr. A and R. I cried and hugged them and congratulated them once again on their engagement. I really hope I'll be able to make it out there next year for the pending nuptials. I don't know if the Yankees loss spurred some grumpiness to put folks in a spanking mood, but Sunday night was very active. It ended up being the day I played the most which has never happened before at the end of the weekend.
|Chocolate dipped Peep ghosts!|
Mr. R appeared, giving me The Look with the FES in hand. I had not met with it yet that weekend and was okay with that. I never seem to make it. I was led to the back and bent over the saddle. He pulled down my panties and started right up with the FES. Words escaped me but I wondered what happened to the whole warm up idea. I also knew had I said that he would've proved that was a warm up by making what followed a lot worse. I do have a little bit of self preservation left. All this went through my head while the strapping never ceased. He reminded me of my attitude problem I have when I get far away in distance and think I can say whatever I want. "The next time you think about having an attitude like that, I want you to remember this one in particular." SMACK! The strap seared into me as I gripped onto the saddle to keep from jumping up. "And this one." SMACK! "And this one." SMACK! "And this one." SMAAACK! I swear he took a running start at the end there. I promised I would remember and he let me up and gave me a big hug.
It wasn't long before I was soon back in that same cubicle and bent over the saddle by Ms. M. She spanked me with her stingy leather paddle. There are 5 acceptable responses to say to her during a spanking and I was so sure of myself that I knew them all. I do always know them, when I'm not under duress. She asked me to tell her what they were and I rattled off four of them and then... a brain cramp. "Shit," I mumbled. "What did you say?? That is not a nice word!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I could hear a bit of a laugh in her voice. "Oww I'm sorry, ma'am. I won't say it again!" Another volley of swats and we were finished, ending with a hug.
|How I looked on Sunday|
I hung around and chatted until it was closing time. I went back up to my room and tried to get some sleep. This is one of those times I wished I would've had a laptop and I could've written this weeks ago with a bit more detail. The next morning when I went down to breakfast, the only people present were A and Mr. G. I even took a pic of myself at the table by 9:30 ahead of almost everyone else for once. After breakfast, Mr. R sent me up to Room 10. I bent over the chair in the room and he pulled my panties down. I heard him remove his belt and braced myself. It struck me hard and fast and is the closest thing I can imagine to being stung by a swarm of bees. It stung terribly and I struggled not to leap up from the chair after being corrected for doing so the first time. He gave a few final reminders about how to behave and I was in full agreement. I redressed and got a big hug.
The last hour or so was spent packing and loading the car. We helped pack up the stuff down in the lounge. I'm notorious for crying with my goodbyes. I was sitting there and scratched my face and E walked by and said "oh are you crying?" I said no, not yet. A few minutes later she again asked if I was crying and I laughed and said no, I'll come find you when I'm ready! It didn't take long as I made the final rounds of hugs before we had to go. K is so sweet and kind of like my SCONY Mom. I always have a really hard time saying goodbye to her. E got to see the real tears as we said goodbye. I told Ms. M and Mr. R that they did a wonderful job pulling this weekend together and I had such a good time and thanked them both. Then we were off. Thank you to all who helped make the weekend wonderful and such a fun time. I miss you all already. Until next time...