Shadow Lane 2012 — Sunday
It’s Wednesday already. Reality and post-party drop are settling in, and I don’t like them one bit. I have a pile of work to do, which normally would be a good thing, but I’m still so distracted and foggy-brained. Yesterday I lost my checkbook. I also thought I’d left my phone charger in Vegas, since I couldn’t find it anywhere, so I ran out to buy a new one. Today, I used my hair dryer and discovered that somehow in my suitcase, my phone charger had wrapped itself around the dryer cord. And tomorrow, I have to go to John’s niece’s wedding rehearsal dinner, and the wedding itself on Saturday. I’d rather have root canal (which, incidentally, poor John needs again). Real life sucks! I wanna go back to SpankyLand!
But I still have Sunday to cover, before I forget important details. Perhaps reminiscing will bring back some of the elation.
We didn’t get to bed until 4:30-ish, so 9:45 AM felt like the crack of dawn to me. But there’s no way I’d miss one of Strict Dave’s CP Court sessions. So we showered and dressed, I bought some coffee and we headed to suite 960 at 10:45 (we came early to get a good seat, and ended up being the first ones there). People starting piling in after that and soon the suite was standing room only. Court was hilarious as always; I think this was our fourth time. Dave is a hilarious judge and the charges people come up with are a riot.
After Court, John and I headed to Cafe Siena once again, this time with M and T&S joining us. Dave had invited us to join a big group heading to the strip for lunch at a tapas place, but we declined, much as we would enjoy hanging with them. John and I don’t like the strip, and I don’t particularly care for tapas. Plus, I was light-headed with hunger by this point and needed to eat right away, and the tapas lunch would have been a long drive and a long wait.
Lunch was low-key and fun; the four of us talked and talked and we were there until about 2:30, I think. Nothing else that we knew of was going on in the afternoon, which was just as well, since John and I needed sleep desperately. We crashed back in our room and slept until 6:00.
I felt bad, because I awoke to a text from Lizzie, saying there had been a little surprise gathering for Craig at 4:00 (his birthday is later this month), and we’d slept through it. But we got to hang out with them after all — when we walked out of room around 7:00-ish to go to dinner, the door across the hall opened and out walked Craig and Lizzie! We’d had no idea they were across from us. They were headed for the Mexican restaurant in the hotel, which is exactly where we’d planned to go. Jada joined us and the five of us had a nice dinner with a lot of laughs.
Later, it was time for the Disciplinary Arts Pajama Party, given by Kyle and Stevie in the Tuscany Suite. Joe & Ten had decided to take the night off, which was well deserved after three straight nights of entertaining us. I put on a pair of light-blue baby-doll PJs — another first, since I see women in PJs in the room parties all the time, but have never worn them myself. Very comfy! People were arriving en masse and soon the entire suite was packed.
Lea approached me, holding something and saying she wanted to see my expression of disgust. I did not disappoint her when I saw what she had: Multi-colored Peeps on a stick! LOL! In fact, she took a couple of pictures of me making faces over that thing. (Hint hint, Lea!)
I was chatting away with a couple who were new to SL (TailGator and GatorBait on FetLife) when I felt hands on my shoulders; it was Michael. I was so happy to see him, since I thought he’d left already and I hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. He said he’d decided to stay an extra day, and now he was going to grab me before the evening got away from both of us. I didn’t object to that in the least. 🙂
We went into the bedroom, but the bed was occupied with an F/F caning scene with a large crowd watching. So, enterprising man that he is, Michael took me into the large luxury bathroom, with a huge bathtub, even huger shower, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. There was a bit of water in the tub, but he grabbed a towel, mopped it up and then had me stand right in the tub and bend over, hands on the rim. We could see ourselves reflected in all the windows and mirrors from all sides.
At first the scene was playful and silly, with Michael bellowing, “I’m spanking Erica Scott in the bathroom!” and me giggling my head off. But in a while, he stood me upright, wrapped one arm around me and had me lean into it, and he absolutely whaled on me as we stood. I felt my legs go rubbery and I leaned into him harder, dropping my head, feeling the spaciness take over. People started gathering at the entry of the bathroom, watching us — I was vaguely aware of them, but I couldn’t tell who any of them were.
After several flurries, Michael sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me down into his lap. He whispered to me, “We’re not quite done, are we?” and I murmured back, “No. Is the bed free yet?” “Let’s go see,” he said. “I want to finish you off.”
He took my hand and we went back into the bedroom; the caning scene was over, but they were still on the bed doing aftercare. So we went to the big overstuffed chair in the corner and Michael piled it with pillows, then pulled up another chair and piled that with more pillows. I laid across the pillow pile and it was like a makeshift bed. There, we finished our scene — just a lot more hand spanking, but it was so fast and intense and hard, and I let go, moaning and crying out, loving it.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my favorite scene of the weekend.
We wandered back into the main room, where I went to get a drink. I have to mention the spread Kyle and Stevie put out — we could have skipped dinner and eaten there! They had sandwiches, salads, veggies and dip, fruit, chips, chocolates, cake — and alcohol. Lots and lots and lots of alcohol. (sodas and water too, for the non-imbibers) There was an orange-y liqueur that looked (and tasted) exactly like the Kinky Liqueur I love, so I had that mixed with Diet Coke.
There was a “brat pillow fight” scheduled at midnight, and I figured lots of women would show up for that, just as they had for the naked flogging on Friday. John even went back to our room to get a pillow for me. I was looking forward to it and went to the bedroom when Kyle called us in. But I almost ducked back out when I realized there was only five other women besides myself: Lilibrat, Stevie, Mila, Sarah and Kelley. All in their 20s… I had a flashback to that old childhood puzzle, “Which one of these does not belong?” But it was too late to back out now, and when Kyle signaled us to begin, I threw myself in bravely. It turned out to be great fun, and I think I held my own pretty well! Kyle took photos from Sarah’s camera — she told me she’d send me all the pictures, so I just have to be patient and wait until she settles in back home and gets to that.
It’s not a party weekend without a spanking from Joe, and we had an exuberant scene, front and center, in the main room. It’s become a “his hand vs. my butt” friendly competition between us, and each time I am reminded of just how strong his hand is! However, he admitted his right hand was giving out, so I yelled, “Oh, come on, Joe, don’t be a sissy!” That did it; he yanked me up, spun me around and flipped me over the opposite way, and started afresh with his left hand. No fair! We finally called it a draw, though. 🙂
Felt myself fading a little bit after that, so I wandered back into the bedroom and lay on the bed, relaxing for a while, waiting for my second wind to kick in and chatting with Richard Windsor. John and M came in and M lay next to me, curling up. Then Ten came in and threw herself across both of us, promptly spilling the remaining drips of red wine in her cup all over one of the pillows. I swear, that woman is trouble! This prompted us to start cheerily (and loudly) singing, “Spill the wine, spank that girl!!” Somehow, the three of us ended up in a girl pile, legs and arms entwined, and Richard took a picture of us (thank you, Rich!). Unfortunately, it came out kinda blurry, but I have to post it anyway. (I even have M’s special permission!)
Yes, we are silly girls.
Edit — 7:35. Dammit! I knew I’d blank out on something, and I sure did. My apologies to Craig!
I hadn’t played with Craig in a very long time, so I was happy to see him and Lizzie show up at the suite. When he approached and asked if I was ready, I most certainly was. We found a space on the bed and had a nice OTK scene. Another strong hand! I’d forgotten just how strong. At the end when he was holding me close with both arms, I felt something thudding on my bottom. Huh?? Did Craig grow a third arm? I heard people laughing and turned my head — it was John, swatting me with a bunny slipper he’d found on the bed! “You suck!” I screeched, which made everyone laugh harder.
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My final scene of the weekend was with Kyle, yet another one with whom I’d never played (not really counting the few belt licks during the strapping free-for-all on Saturday). I’d been talking with NwgtyNan and Spankotom when he approached and asked if I’d like to play. He was very proper and polite — he even asked John if it was OK to play with me, to which John answered in his typical wry fashion, “Please… I don’t care!” Humpph.
Can I just say right here that Kyle Johnson has a hand of @#$%ing iron? Holy moly, he’s strong! We played in the main room with many watching us, so we bantered a lot and made a fun scene out of it. He stopped for a while, talking to others, until I finally yelled, “Hey! Down HERE!” He sincerely apologized for neglecting the task at hand (har) and continued with vigor, saying his mind had temporarily been elsewhere. I answered, “Yeah, because your head is up your ass!”
A hush and a ripple of “oooohs” commenced.
Heavy flurry of swats. “What did you say?”
“I said, your head is up your ass!”
Heavier. “Where is my head?”
“Up your ass!”
Even heavier. Jesus Christ… “Are you sure? Where’s my head?”
I was faltering by now. “Uh… um… somewhere in the vicinity of your posterior?”
“Better,” he said. “OK, now we’re going lower each time.” Oh, crap.
Super hard flurry on the sweet spot. Any lower and it would be thighs — no way!! “So, Erica, where’s my head?”
“Ah… it’s… uh….” I stammered, unwilling to concede.
“I’ll give you a hint — shoulder region?”
I knew I was done. Reluctantly, I answered, “Your head is on your neck.”
“OK! Good! Now let’s just drive that point home, shall we?” @#$%!!!!! I got another barrage anyway! Damned tops!
I was toast after that, and I curled up with John on the couch, where we watched the end of a very long and intense OTK scene with Mike (Spank33 on FetLife) and Heather Green. It was one of those mesmerizing scenes where you wonder how she’s absorbing it all, but you know she is and she’s loving it, too. Afterward, Mike discovered that there were little blood blisters on his palm and between his fingers. Would you believe that dear girl, spanked as she was, actually went to fetch a bag of ice for his hand??
We talked for while, but I could feel myself fading, and finally, we decided it was time to call it a night and a weekend. We made the rounds, both in this room and then up in 960, saying our goodbyes and collecting all our final hugs. Did as much packing as possible before we hit the bed, where I slept like I’d been drugged.
Another party over. John and I are determined to make it to Boardwalk Badness next April, because there is no way I’m waiting another whole year between parties. I just can’t. I need these gatherings. I need these wonderful friends.
Thank you, Tony, Eve, and Butch. Thank you to all who so generously opened your suites to us. Thank you to everyone who played with me, laughed with me, hugged me. You have no idea how much you all mean to me. I hope everyone had a great time, and I hope the newbies are happy that they are no longer newbies and will come back.
I promise I’ll have a picture post once I get more of them. For now, it’s off to the gym with me. (blech… don’t wanna!)