As my readers know, I make a point of posting about weekend parties right away, while it’s all fresh and so I don’t forget anything. But this time, it simply wasn’t possible. I came home to a lot of work, and I just caught up with it all last night. So today, while I take in a breath and address all the other things that need attention (like folding laundry that’s been sitting in the basket for days, bills, etc.), this blog is first on the list!
What a weekend. So much fun, so many laughs, great play, camaraderie. For the sake of expediency, I’m not going to break this up into multiple posts like I usually do; I’m just going to go for it with one long-ass report. So get your beverage of choice and hunker down.
We made it to the Suncoast in Vegas in record time: three hours and fifty-three minutes. After unpacking and napping, it was time to join the festivities in Room 960, our headquarters for the weekend.
50 Freaks is a misnomer now, since there were about 100 of us this time. But the name stuck at the first party in 2013, so 50 Freaks we will remain, even if we’re 150 next year. We had a lot of newcomers to the group this time, including my girl SpankCake, so the Lunch Bunch (me, SC and Alex) could congregate all through the weekend (and we certainly did!). Thursday night was a whirlwind of hugs and kisses and effusive greetings — finally got to meet MaMaBlue and Ria, two women I’ve adored on FetLife for ages.
My first scene of the weekend was, of course, with my darling Michael (InspectHerHide on Fet). I will refer to him as IHH from here on, because there was a passel of Michaels this weekend and I have to keep them straight. It was a nice long scene, OTK on the bed, with lots of laughs and silliness. For quite a while afterward, we talked, as I continued to lie across his lap with my pants down; perfectly natural, perfectly healthy, right? 😀 I love this man! I can’t imagine any of my parties without him, truly.
The evening went by in a blur of chatting and laughing. A frequent topic of conversation was… my face. Yup, this was my big public debut, four months post-surgery. I admit I was nervous about it, but oh my, people were so lovely. So many beautiful compliments, some that nearly put tears in my eyes. (Thank you, Ellee.)
And then, one of my favorites: The Midnight Flogging! I forget how this came about, but it’s a party fixture now, in which several women strip down, lie in rows on the bed, and multiple floggers work on us. The floggers rotate, so we all get to feel their different styles. Delicious! Here’s my favorite picture of the event: Check out Alex’s expression! I’m center left. And of course, off to the left is our Joe (Dr_JoeLectr).
In the middle of the scene, John walked behind me and unceremoniously yanked down my panties..
Since it was the first night and I’d been up since 5:30 a.m., we decided to call it an “early” night and went back to our room at 2:00. However, we didn’t get to bed until 3:30. Why? Because our damn door wouldn’t open. Neither of our keys worked. We went down to the front desk, got new keys. Those didn’t work either. Long story short, security had to be called, and our door had to be taken apart, the lock changed and reprogrammed. (groan) Fortunately, our technician Earl was a great guy and worked as speedily as he could. We were stuck sitting in the hallway for a while, but he was able to let us in before he started the major work, so I got ready for bed, then got into bed and read while John chatted with Earl. He had offered to come back the next morning, but we told him to go ahead and push through, get it done. And finally, off to sleep we went.
This is where I hate having gone so long before writing — I can’t remember Friday afternoon. (Forget morning — I was sleeping!) We went to lunch at Café Siena with our friend of many years, M (SmartSlink on Fet), and were joined by Roselips for a while as well. Sat and talked for a long time, then I guess we spent the afternoon in 960 until it was time to take a nap. Oh, and our keys didn’t work again. John had already gone that morning to get new ones. I think we went down to the front desk three times to get new keys — they would work once or twice, and then stop! Argghh!
Friday dinner was lovely. Our party loves the steakhouse at the Suncoast, so Joe booked their banquet room three nights in a row. It seats eighteen, so he had sign-up sheets for us. John and I were booked for Saturday night. But on Friday, we were hanging with IHH and SC, and they suggested the four of us have a quiet dinner at the steakhouse. Alex and Paul had gone to dinner earlier (she’d been shooting all afternoon and was starving), so John and I changed and we joined our friends at a lovely corner booth by the window and had a great time. These parties are so wonderful, but they do get loud and raucous and I get tired of yelling after a while, so it was nice to take a break and just sit & talk with two very dear people. ♥
We had one more episode with our door after dinner, and this time, security came up again. They said they would clean the lock and futz with it a bit. We could only hope that did the trick.
Confession time: I was off on Friday night, after dinner. I’m not sure why. It just happens at these parties sometimes — maybe I’m overwhelmed, maybe I’m tired. But I sat in that suite late Friday, with noise and activity all around me, and felt isolated. Plus, guys weren’t asking me to play. I’d played once that evening, with a man named Kevin — he and his wife were new to 50 Freaks as well, and we spent some time chatting with them. They’re quite adorable. But I had asked him! I chatted with different people (Sarah, John O., Beth), but after a while, I got tired of talking and sat on the couch, watching and feeling kind of blech. OK, Erica, so what do you want to do? I thought. I had two choices: I could force myself to stay and feel miserable, or I could call it a night and go to bed. It was only Friday night — there were two full days ahead. Usually when I want to leave, John insists on leaving too, which makes me feel bad. But this time, I was able to convince him to stay, and I left at 1:30. Fortunately, my key worked this time — after three tries! I went to sleep around 2:30. I’m glad John stayed: he didn’t come back to the room until nearly 4:00.
I was determined to turn things around and enjoy the remaining half of the party. Turns out that wasn’t a problem, especially since Saturday got off to such a splendid start.
Readers who go back with me a ways will remember my time shooting for Spanking Court in 2011, and my friendships with the Court Disciplinarian (AKA The Villain) and bailiff Dana Kane. When Spanking Court stopped production, and the CD and Dana moved to Las Vegas, I was bereft. The Villain disappeared for a while, but he has re-emerged on social media in recent months, reincarnated as Michael Donovan. Anyway, long story short — he texted me and asked if we’d like to have lunch with him. I hadn’t seen him since October 2011, and John had never met him. So we said absolutely, yes, let’s have lunch on Saturday. I mean, come on — how could we both be in the same city and not see each other, after all this time? He didn’t wish to join us at the hotel, so he picked us up outside.
What a joy to see him again! We ran at each other and hugged one another to pieces. He’d surprised me with a massive bouquet of flowers — and it was his birthday! We didn’t know about it until the last minute, so all we were able to do was buy him a card at the hotel gift shop. We went across the boulevard to an outdoor market square, Tivoli Village, with various shops and restaurants. It was buzzing, not only because there was a fresh produce farmer’s market set up there, but there were also having an event with training and socializing service dogs. What a treat — I got to have my fill of petting doggies!
We chose a little bar/tavern, Made LV, for lunch. Great choice, turned out! It looked like your average bar and grill, but the food wasn’t the usual greasy spoon stuff. They did have burgers and so forth, but also other sophisticated fare, like John’s curried butternut squash soup and Michael’s stuffed artichoke. I had Chinese chicken salad. But the food didn’t really matter… the company was perfect. We sat and talked for over two hours, which slipped by like minutes. Michael and John clicked immediately and we enjoyed one another immensely.
Oh, and for those of you who don’t go that far back with me, here’s a shot of Michael and me from our Spanking Court days:
Reluctantly, Michael dropped us back the hotel at around 2:30, promising we’d see him again sooner rather than later. I went to the front desk, seeing if perhaps the hotel could locate a vase for me, but alas, they could not. So we improvised and put my bouquet in our room’s ice bucket.
There was a TTYL (Tights, Thongs, Yoga Pants & Leggings — Joe’s favorites) party going on in 960 from 2-4, so we got there about 2:45. I was wearing flowered leggings and a tunic top. Soon after arriving, I started chatting with a man who goes by the name Naughty Michael on Fet — but this weekend he was getting in touch with his toppy side quite a bit, so he was also going by Strict Michael. (Yes, another Michael! I will refer to him as NM.) Anyway, I had seen him at parties before, but we’d never talked. What a great guy! Fun and smart and animated, so when he asked me to play, I eagerly said yes.
Hee! We had a delicious first scene, filled with banter. He was more than receptive to my sassing, and there were lots of laughs. Especially when he admitted to not being the best at scolding, and was floundering at coming up with scold-y phrases. Finally, in a desperate attempt, he blurted, “Bad girl! You stole a cookie! No stealing cookies!” To which I hooted, looked over my shoulder and yelled, “Is that the best you’ve got?” He turned out to have quite the formidable hand, though. He had told me he was about 60% bottom and 40% top, and I ended up panting, “Are you sure you’re not 80% top and 20% bottom?”
Immediately after that, I got whisked right back OTK, this time with IHH, who checked in with NM and was told how sassy I was. Harrumph! We had a nice long scene, right in the main room on an ottoman, and I totally spaced out, limp as a noodle over his lap for a long time afterward. He didn’t even take my leggings down this time, but believe me, I felt it. Mmmmmm.
Alex had been shooting all that afternoon as well, so she missed the party, but SC and I were waiting for her and were planning to share a bubble bath in the giant tub/Jacuzzi when she was done. Joe always encourages people to make use of it, and I’d never done so before. It sounded like a perfect way to decompress and relax for a bit.
This is how it looked before we got in: BUBBLES!!
Here we are, the Bubble Butt Triplets (credit to SC for “bubble butt”):
IHH came into the bathroom with us and did the honors, taking pictures. Oh, and of course, John had to make mischief and encourage us to streak the suite. So we covered ourselves in suds and ran screeching through the suite, trailing mounds of bubbles everywhere. (John, bless his heart, cleaned them up.) IHH tried hard to get pics of that as well, but they all came out blurry. Silliness aside, the bath was lovely. One more (slightly blurry, but still fun) shot of the Soapy Sisters:
After that, I headed back to the suite to wash my hair and start to get ready for the steakhouse dinner. Got into a new dress and my highest heels, blew out my hair, and we were ready to dine in style. It was such fun to see our friends decked out — SC looked stunning, and Alex blew us all away in a new little black dress, vampy hair and very glamorous makeup (SC did it for her). We got the far end of the table, with IHH, SC, Alex and Paul across from us, and my dear darling Pruxie on my left. And this much beloved man on my right…
Dinner was fabulous. We had the same server from the past two years — Lawrence — and the food was great as usual. Others in our group included Tall&Strict and BellaBijou, SmartSlink, and MaMaBlue, who came around the table greeting all of us and making us laugh like hell. That woman is such a hoot! One of my regrets of this weekend is that I didn’t get a picture with her.
A quick aside, out of order: I had a wonderful scene with Paul Kennedy. He beckoned me with one finger from across the room, and I was up like a shot. (I seem to recall hearing someone say, “I’ve never seen Erica move that fast!” but I don’t know who it was.) What I can’t remember is when we had it! Was it Friday or Saturday? Well, regardless… it was lovely. That man has one powerful hand! Combine that with that oh-so-yummy British accent and calm demeanor, and I can honestly say that Alex is one very lucky girl. Plus, he’s a sweetie. ♥
Anyway, back to Saturday night. There was a bit of ruckus over a “magic chair” in 960: apparently, women were being told: “Stand on that chair and something magical will happen!” So several girls, including Princess Kelley and SC, stood on the chair. Yeah, some magic — what would happen was NM would lurch at the chair, yelling, “NAUGHTY GIRL! NO STANDING ON THE FURNITURE!” and yank the culprit OTK. At first, I didn’t know what was going on, so after NM was done with SC, I quipped, “What did she do — steal a cookie?” “No, she stood on the furniture!” “Oh, OK,” I said, wandering over to the snack table, where — conveniently — lay a platter of assorted Girl Scout cookies, and helped myself to a Samoa, making sure NM saw me. Sure enough — “NAUGHTY GIRL! NO STEALING COOKIES!” And I was summarily yanked over his lap. “Noooo!” I shrieked. “I didn’t steal it! It’s a party platter! It’s there for all of us!” I waved the cookie out of his reach and kicked wildly until he trapped my legs with his own. Too funny! I had the last word, though (or that last gesture, as it were). When he let me up, I still had the damn cookie in my hand and I thrust it defiantly between my teeth. 😀
It seemed that many of the women were wearing PJs, so SC, Alex and I went back to Alex, Paul and Prux’s suite so Alex could change and remove some of the makeup. I wanted to change into my PJs, but I had one pair with me and they were too warm for the suite with all the bodies and activity. So Prux loaned me a pair of pink ruffly baby doll PJs — not my usual style but what the hell, they were comfortable! Thanks, Pruxie! We trooped back to 960, after Alex had transformed from a siren in black to a mischievous girl in pigtails, knee socks and romper PJs (and SC changed into an ooh-la-la black baby doll with gorgeous lace-topped stockings), and hung out there, where I chatted with Sarah Gregory, among many others.
Love her Cookie Monster PJs (they had “Nom nom nom” all over the back of the shirt).
Late that night, IHH came to me silently and took my hand. Without a word, we walked into the bedroom and had our last scene, because he was leaving the next morning. I was sad that he wouldn’t be there Sunday, but at least we’d had some good quality time. Thank you, sweet friend. I love you.
I also got to have a solo flogging from Fineous, my all-time favorite flogger. He was one among the others for the Midnight Flogging scene on Thursday, so I figured that was it, so getting him all to myself for a good long time was a treat.
The night zipped by, and John and I went back to our room around 4:00, knowing we’d have to get up (relatively) early to make it to Strict Dave’s Punishment court the next day. SDPC is a no-miss event!
John dragged me out of bed at 10:30 so we could shower and dress. SDPC wasn’t until noon, but we like to get there early so we can snag a comfy seat on the couch. I went to get us both coffee while John got our spots, and we settled in to enjoy the fun. There wasn’t a huge docket this time, but the cases were the usual hilarity, including a very funny dispute between Alex and SC involving a can of Pringles. But toward the end, I was in for a surprise: I got called into court, by Ellee and Tall&Strict!
As you may recall, at the last Shadow Lane party, this happened:
I happened upon Ellee and Tall&Strict playing on the side of the bed. I looked down, and I just couldn’t help myself — I loudly blurted, “Holy Jesus Christ!!” Ellee’s right cheek had the most livid, colorful, deep bruising I think I have ever seen up close and personal. Both of them laughed, and T&S exclaimed, “That’s not from me!”
I just kept babbling, so mesmerized was I by this. They both thought I was funny, and I guess I kinda was! But then I realized I had just totally bombed their scene. So I began apologizing profusely, saying I’d committed an egregious breach of scene etiquette and begging their forgiveness. T&S ran with it — “All your years in the scene, Erica; you should know better!” And Ellee said this would be revisited in the next CP Court. Ruh roh! That should be interesting, especially considering that those bruises were from Judge Dave himself!
Sure enough, they hauled me into Court over this! I’d forgotten all about it, until this moment. And I had precious little time to prepare my defense.
But prepare I did. Ellee and T&S presented a compelling case (somehow “Holy Jesus Christ” had morphed into “Oh My God” in our memories, but otherwise, all was accurate). Ellee, with a perfectly straight face, said that I was a role model and an icon in this scene, and I really should know better than to commit such a faux pas. If people couldn’t look to me for proper behavior, then who? Not to mention that her and T&S’s had been “irreparably violated.” The room cracked up.
My turn. I turned earnestly to Judge Dave and said, first of all, it was an “excited utterance,” and I had meant no harm or judgment; it was purely a reaction to seeing The Wonderful World of Disney technicolor on Ellee’s bottom. Second, I had apologized at the time, and they both told me that it was OK. And third: “Judge, I know this will land me in contempt of court for swearing, but really, this happened last year, in September 2014. It is now February 2015. This is a fucking museum trip.”
Aaaaand the room cracked up again.
Guess what? Admittedly by the judge, just barely, but I won! He ruled for the defendant! 😀 So Ellee got four cane swats. However, because I dropped the f-bomb, I got four strokes with the strap. (As I knew I would, so I’d cussed on purpose.) Too much fun!
After SDPC, we went to lunch at Café Siena once again, this time with T&S, Bella Bijou, SmartSlink, SC, and Alex and Paul. The latter two had to leave early to go shoot, but the rest of us lingered until around 3:00. There was a judicial punishment scene going on in the main suite at 4:00, but SC was leaving at around 5:30, so we opted to go to Joe’s room (which was open to all of us, but empty at the time), to just hang out and talk. MaMaBlue joined us for a while as well. Finally, it was time to hug SC goodbye and send her on her way.
John and I, exhausted, took a long nap, then went for a quick snack at the Oyster Bar. Back in 960, things were still in full swing. The guys had taken a bunch of blankets and pillows and made a “cuddle pile/aftercare area” in the middle of the room:
Yes, that’s a bra at the top. I believe it belonged to Maddy Marks.
So much fun to sprawl on that thing and relax! But after a while, I got up and left, because it was time to have a nice little private scene with Joe. The man is soooo busy on these weekends, and playing with him can be a hit-or-miss situation (pun intended), so I was so happy when we were able to make it happen. I love that man so much — he has a heart that’s bigger than all outdoors and he has done, and continues to do, so much for our scene. We gave him two standing ovations this weekend, and they were well deserved.
My final scene of the weekend was with John O. (TripleAAA on Fet). He and Sarah had a pair of those goofy electronic cat ears that move and twitch according to the wearer’s brainwaves, so Sarah had me put them on while JO spanked me, so she could see how they reacted! Wish someone had gotten a picture of that.
And so, the weekend wound to a close. We spent a lot of time talking with various people, and it was so hard to tear ourselves away, but at last, we did. Hugs all around the room ensued. As we were leaving, I went to hug Strict Dave goodbye. He and I had wanted to play this weekend, but the timing never jelled and it didn’t happen, unfortunately. But that’s how it goes sometimes. So as I reached for him, he surprised me by swooping up my skirt, grabbing me up and throwing me over his left shoulder, and giving me a series of hearty smacks! Now that’s what I call a goodbye. 🙂
A few random memories worth mentioning:
- Encountering MaMaBlue in the hallway, and watching John charmingly sweep her into a slow dance, singing “I Could Have Danced All Night.”
- Helping Piper and Ellee put up “PiperElleeLand” signs all over the hall. Actually, John was the one who helped; he stuck up the signs in the high places they couldn’t reach! When we found them, they were attempting to stand on a chair, so John said, “May I?”
- Chatting with FLAPaddler and DominicKing about what a great guy Joe is. Props to those two for being such incredibly loyal friends — don’t really want to go into the reason why I’m saying that, but believe me, it was special.
- Watching Alex and Sarah get plaques for winning the Spanko Awards’ Female Spanker and Spankee of the Year.
We went into bed a little after 4:00 and up again at 7:00, so we could hit the road early and get the trip out of the way. Despite rain, we made good time again.
Thank you, Joe, and thank you to all the wonderful friends who helped make this party so special for us. It was a great last hurrah for while, since John is having his surgery in a couple of weeks. Thanks for spankings, for hugs and kisses, for laughs, for the sheer joy and camaraderie of convening with spankos. Here’s to 50 Freaks 2016!
P.S. This took a hell of a long time to write and there are probably typos/errors in it. For once, I don’t care!
P.P.S. I know I’ve forgotten people and moments. Please forgive me if I didn’t mention you; you were still special! But I would have been here all night writing this thing if I hadn’t whittled it down a bit. 🙂