Shadow Lane party, Part 1 (Friday)
It was a wonderful weekend! I have gotten a good night’s sleep and unpacked everything, so I’m taking today to relax and enjoy post-party dishing. I even postponed my dental work until next week; I just couldn’t see going from such euphoria right into so much discomfort. Talk about buzz kill!
Our trip to Vegas was flawless this time. No traffic, so even with one stop in Barstow, plus missing the freeway exit and having to get to the hotel via a circuitous route, we still made it in 4 hours and 15 minutes. Several of our friends were already there and I’m sure we could have found a suite party, but I needed to unwind a bit before the main festivities started. I had sworn I’d leave my cell phone on all weekend (except when I was sleeping), but I wasn’t quite ready to turn it on yet. So we took a nap first. Of course, when I finally did turn it on, my first message was from Danny, saying, “Turn your cell phone on!”
I’ve often tried to describe Friday evenings at SL, but words can’t convey the excitement of seeing so many old friends (and meeting new ones) en masse, coming at me from all directions. The first couple of hours is a tumbling tide of greetings, hugs and kisses, smiling and shrieking and laughing until my voice cracks, barely being able to finish a sentence to one person before another appears by my side. If I tried to name everyone, I’d inevitably miss a few, so I won’t endeavor to do so.
One exception: as I was making my rounds in the ballroom and collecting hugs, J came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. “Look who’s waiting to meet you!” It was Sophie, Danny’s friend and play partner, whom I’ve been eager to meet. I knew I’d like her and I did immediately. And if you think she’s cute in pictures and on video, that is nothing compared to how she is in person. Oh, and seeing Danny was OK too. (kidding, honey! You know it was a joy for me to see you again.)
And one more exception — my wonderful friend Carolyn from AZ, whom I haven’t seen for such a long time. She and I were kindred spirits from the days of my MSN board and I adore her.
My first spanking of the weekend was, as it should be, from my dear friend Craig. I hadn’t seen him for quite some time, except for a brief visit earlier that week when he came over to drop off his fire-and-wax kit. He and his wife Gia Belle were flying and we were driving, so we’d agreed to bring it for him. Our first scene was a quickie warmup in the ballroom, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have my first scene with.
More wandering, more greeting, more introducing, and before I knew it, it was time to go off with Richard Windsor to his room, where we were to shoot my interview. He had the webcam set up as well as the video recorder for a later DVD, but the live feed was not meant to be that night. It had worked the day before, but it stubbornly refused to work now, no matter how much he futzed with it. It’s a shame, because 12 people were tuned in to watch, but one of them said they had sound but no picture. Oh well. It will be burned to DVD, so people can see it later.
What fun! Rich and I talked and talked and talked — we sat side by side and he asked me questions, and I felt a comfortable rapport with him. So what was originally intended to be about 15 minutes stretched into 40! He said he will probably break it up into parts. I can’t wait to see it; we covered a lot of ground.
After the interview, we shot a brief spanking on behalf of Pixie. Because she managed to raise so much money for Cause For Paws, she was going to reward everyone with a video of her receiving a full 20 minutes of spanking. Ouch! So of course, when Rich asked me if I’d be willing to take a few minutes of Pixie’s swats, I readily agreed. I called it “Operation Save Pixie’s A**.” 😀 I think a few others were scheduled to do the same. We do love our Pixie.
Because of the camera troubles and the interview going on much longer than planned, I didn’t go back to my room until 11:00, even though I’d told J I’d be back around 10:15-10:30. Ooops. I found a note from him, saying he’d gone to a suite party. I felt bad, but he wasn’t upset. Things at these gatherings rarely go according to schedule. Anyway, I joined him in Tom’s suite, where I found him chatting with my buddy Jujubees and her friend Jules. I had promised we’d go to our friend Carolyn’s suite for her birthday party, so we headed there shortly. (Different Carolyn; our other friend from CO, AKA Bratzilla, as she is a troublemaker extraordinaire. And I adore her as well.)
Room 1059 was hopping when we got there. We didn’t see a whole lot of Carolyn, since every other minute she was being escorted into the bedroom for a birthday spanking, but there were several others. J settled down to chat with our friend Mir and I sat on his left, fishing out my phone and starting to send a text. Next thing I knew, my old friend Andrew Morgan swooped down on me, said, “Stop texting” and pulled me to my feet. He took me to the center of the room and bent me over the table, brandishing his cane. Oh boy, a front-and-center scene, every attention whore’s dream!
It got even better, though. After Andy had given me a couple of strokes, a voice from across the room said, “Hey Andy… you can do better than that.” Keith Jones, no less. He stood on my right and Andy on my left, and they double-teamed me with two canes. It became one of those crowd-pleaser scenes — J said the whole room had stopped talking to watch. Andy was striking higher up while Keith struck in the sweet spot, so Andy was singing “I’ll take the high road and you take the low road…” LOL!
At one point, Andy was commenting about how I rise up on my toes every time I get struck. I always have — it’s a reflex action with me. He was teasing about how I would “relevé” (rise up on the toes) like a ballerina, and how he was half-expecting me to “plié” (do a deep-knee bend with the knees turned out) next. In reply, I dipped into a plié, and the room broke up laughing. Yes, my mother had sent me to ballet school when I was a clumsy, chubby child in an attempt to teach me some grace, so I remembered my ballet positions!
After that, we stayed in 1059 for a while longer and then wandered back to 901, which turned out to be one of the party rooms of the weekend (open Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday afternoon). There I played once again with Craig, who took me into the bedroom and over his knee at the front of one of the beds. A double flogging was taking place on the other bed, so a lot of people were in the room watching. Before Craig could get too far, J jumped in and after getting Craig’s OK, sat next to us and took my right cheek while Craig took my left. What the hell was up with the double-teaming that night??? Arrgh!
Back out in the living room, J and I were watching as Danny spanked Sophie on the couch. (Can I just stop here and say that I barely saw that girl vertical all weekend long?) J dared me to pour some of my water onto D’s head, and I demurred. But then Sophie said, “Erica, I’ll love you forever if you do!” D blurted, “If you do, she gets it really bad!” “It’ll be totally worth it!” Sophie retorted. So I splashed water on D’s head and neck, just a little. Trust me, I don’t go to this level of bratting unless I am 100% positive that it’s OK. Sophie, as promised, got whaled on as a result, but then it was my turn. He claimed he was going to spank me until his hair was dry. Fortunately, he didn’t follow through with that. 🙂
Before we knew it, it was after 2:00 a.m. I know a lot of people continued partying and stayed up all night, but we all know I can’t do that. I had my shoot for Northern Spanking early the next afternoon and I wanted to be somewhat fresh, even though I never sleep well on Friday nights at these things (too keyed up!). So, with the mantra of “pace myself” going through my head, I regretfully said my good-nights and we went back to our room to get ready for bed.
Part 2, Saturday, coming soon!