Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

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And now for something completely different…

…and something you’ll never see again.

Yeah. Me in a cheerleader outfit.

It’s true. My contribution to Sarah Gregory’s Cheerleader Spankings site is up. I am a most reluctant cheerleader (hence the video name Cheerless Cheerleader) grudgingly agreeing to indulge hubby John’s fantasy. He said he’d always wanted to “fuck a cheerleader,” and I told him to please, be my guest, find one and knock himself out! But noooo, it had to be me. (sigh) Anyway, you can read all about it on Chief John’s Spanking Blogg, here. Lots of pictures and a couple of GIFs too.

“Well? Are you happy now??” Sheesh. The things we have to do to please our mates.

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And in other news: Pandora Blake is back!!!! She won her battle with ATVOD! Read all about it. Now that’s something to cheer about. Congratulations, Pandora, and here’s to lots more wonderful videos from you.

Back to work I go…

50 Freaks 2016, part 3

OK, enough already with this; I need to finish it. No excuses today, as I have finished my work and I’m also feeling somewhat human again. There are still tons of pictures I haven’t gotten yet, but oh well. I have to record this before my fevered brain forgets everything.

Saturday was the most up-and-down day, I think. Poor John has stomach distress during the night and wasn’t feeling well when we got up. There was a gathering Joe calls TTYL (Tights, Thongs, Yoga pants and Leggings) in the suite from 1-3, so we went for a quick bite in the café. (They closed Café Siena, which really bummed me out — I loved that place! But they sorta resurrected it in a smaller version now called, most originally, The Café.) I got John some Pepto-Bismol and he managed to eat some breakfast, but he wasn’t looking good. When we arrived at the suite at 1:20 for TTYL, there were about six people there. I took one look at John, slumped on the couch, and made a decision. “Come on,” I said.”Let’s go back to our room. Nothing is happening here, and we both need sleep.” He protested once, weakly, then gave in.

Damn. I had really cute leggings on, too.

Anyway. We slept through the afternoon, missing all of TTYL. At 5:00, they were having Club Finn, a new gathering for this party, which was to be a kind of a spa setting for the spankees (massages, baths, chocolates and other treats, sensual flogging, etc.). Normally, I would have loved to try this, but I was so worried about John and feeling disconnected again. Had it not been for SC and Alex texting me to ask where I was, I might have gotten back into bed and slept through until dinnertime. SC asked if we were “ready for a bath,” and there was no way I was going to turn down a repeat performance of our bath time last year, so I pulled myself together and met them at the suite, which was now hopping.

Unfortunately, the big tub was already in use. But SC took one look at my face and said, “Let’s go use the tub in our room. It’s smaller, but I think we need some girl time.” So the three of us left the main suite and headed by to SC & Alex’s room. Yes, the tub was substantially smaller, but it was still lovely. I felt myself relax and my spirits perk up as I sat with my besties and had some down time and giggles.

Pictures, you say? But of course. Thanks to E for assuming camera duty.

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Jeez, my poor butt. Me on the right, Alex center, SC left. There is one more that’s a little naughtier, but I haven’t gotten SC’s OK to post that yet. Maybe later. 😀

I came back to our room to wash my hair and dress for our dinner at the Steakhouse. We’ve booked the banquet room at that restaurant every year and it’s always delightful; we’ve even had the same server each year. John managed to get up and dressed, insisting he was OK to go, but I didn’t believe him; he was white as a sheet. When I was ready, we met at SC & Alex’s room, then went to 960, where our group gathered and then trooped down to the Steakhouse.

There was a change this year, which was a bit off-putting. We’d always had access to the full menu, so we could have lots of variety, order sides, share stuff, etc. This year, the management decided to get pissy and tell Joe that he had to accept a limited Prix Fixe menu at a flat $50 per person, beverages not included, no substitutions. Humph! Fortunately, one of the choices was salmon, so I was fine. But still. John, who was getting sicker by the minute, managed to coerce our server into just bringing him a salad, no dinner. However, he only made it through a few bites of his salad before he put down his fork and looked like he was going to face plant right into it. I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please,” I begged him. “Don’t put yourself through this. Go back to our room and go to bed.” He always tries to be so damn stoic, but this was ridiculous — he was clearly very sick. Finally, he gave up, handed me some cash to pay for dinner, and left.

The rest of the dinner was a little subdued for me. I had good company: Across from me were E and SC, Alex, and Maddy Marks and her man Siq (yes, that’s pronounced “sick”). To my right were Princess Kelley and her daddy MrOMK (who very kindly shared his chocolate cake with me). But I missed John. Still, I was relieved he’d stopped pushing himself and given in to go rest, and my salmon was delicious, so I made the best of it. We all looked really nice, having dressed up. There were many LBDs, but Alex was in fire-engine red and Maddy was in white. Me? I bucked the solid color trend altogether — I wore stripes.

After dinner, I went back to our room to check on John; it was around 10:15, I think. He had been sleeping, but woke up and seemed to be doing a little better. I told him I’d be going to the suite and he should stay and rest. He asked if I was going to change out of my finery into something more comfortable, and I said not yet — they were have a midnight presentation of the Spanking Blogg Awards, and there would be pictures, so I would get into PJs after that was done. He said he would try to make it to that. I went down to get him some more meds, came back up and gave them to him, freshened up and then headed to 960.

What can I say about the awards presentation, other than it was one of the highest points of my weekend? I won 2nd place Creative Blogger and 3rd place Lifetime Achievement for a spanking model. The latter was especially mind-boggling, considering I started out doing this as a lark and never imagined I’d end up doing it for 15+ years. And Joe, bless his heart, had gone all out; he’d had trophies made for not only the 1st place winners, but 2nd and 3rd as well. So he made a nice little presentation of it. And of course, John did make it. The applause that resounded when my name was called was especially gratifying too. ♥

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Afterward, the winners in attendance piled into the hallway where the lighting was better and others weren’t around, so people could take pictures, including John Osbourne of TripleAAA, who put this whole awards thing together on his blog and to whom we all owe a huge thanks! It was a little crazy with so many cameras on us and all the rotations of models, producers, etc. — we didn’t know which camera to look at! But here’s a nice shot of some of us, and someone already gave us IDs. As you can see, Michael Masterson, the kingpin of Real Spankings, was in our midst. It was great to finally meet him. He’s not a party-goer, so this was new for him. I think he had a blast.

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Here, we were clearly confused as to where to look!  🙂 Eve is in the center and John Osbourne is on the left.

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There were many more, but this is all I have so far. So many wonderful winners and I was so very thrilled.

John seemed OK to sit quietly on the couch and observe, so I milled about. Eve Howard shot this pic of T&S and me — I was a bit horrified when she sent it to me. I looked utterly exhausted, my face in shadows. I tweaked with the lighting and exposure and made myself look human, but still tired. I think the lack of sleep and worry over John was taking its toll. Still, it’s a nice shot with a long-time friend. 🙂

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Late in the evening, Michael InspectHerHide approached me and said he was leaving the next day, and he’d love to do a final scene with me. I had not played at all that day, so I happily agreed. Once again he took me back to his room, where he proceeded to pull the padded bench at the foot of the bed into the center of the room, piled it with pillows and bade me to lie over it. He then opened the curtains to let all the moonlight and city lights in, and dimmed the room’s lights. A delicious spanking and strapping ensued. Michael is another one I can trust with anything in his hands — I knew the strap strokes would fall with precision, and they did, every one. Right down to the grand finale — forty strokes on each cheek. So OK, I played only once on Saturday, but it was one hell of a scene. Thank you again, Michael. So many lovely scenes over the years with you and me.

John had left to go to bed a while back, and I managed to stay in the room until 3:30 before I thought, “What the hell are you doing? Go get some sleep.” And so I did.

Sunday, we slept in. John felt a bit better, although we mutually decided to skip brunch and went straight to the suite for Strict Dave’s CP Court at 1:00. I got coffee for both of us and brought John a baggie full of crackers to nibble on. Court was fun and crowded as always — Alex had left early that morning, but SC & E joined us and sat close by. Afterward, SC came and chatted with us for a while, since E went to the roulette table. We were joined by Johnny, who brought us a plate of chocolates and raspberries left over from Club Finn — nice of him!

There’s been a party event the past few years called Judicial Punishment — kind of a role-play, where the tops get dressed up as prison guards and the “prisoners” wear orange t-shirts. The punishments are delivered on the St. Andrew’s cross, and the choices of implement are cane, prison strap, or paddle. I’d always thought it sounded kind of brutal, but then I talked it over with Joe and learned a few things I didn’t know. Not only did you get to choose your implement, but you could also choose the number of strokes, the level of severity (light, medium, hard, very hard), and the guard who would give them. Knowing that I had so much control and it was more of a head space thing than anything, I decided to give it a try.

It was at 5:00 that afternoon, and several women had signed up for it. This time, the choices of tops were Johnny and StrictDave, with Fineous and Snow Mercy acting as guards and Joe doing all the announcements and counts. The “prisoners” were kept sequestered in the bedroom as we were called out, one by one. We were supposed to be very, very quiet, but there was a fair amount of whispering and giggling going on. We couldn’t help it — it’s nerve-racking sitting there waiting! Joe, when announcing each stroke, would make a noise sort of like a “Hup!” After hearing several of these “Hups,” I commented that Joe sounded like he had the hiccups. That sent us all into such giggles that Strict Dave came in to glare at us all.

Finally I was called in, and was handcuffed to the cross. Johnny and I had negotiated 12 cane strokes, medium. But something got screwed up and Joe announced six! Argggh. Six was nothing! But it was still fun and intense and going into the “aftercare pile” (a large area piled up with blankets and pillows) was fun. A fun lineup picture was taken also… nope, don’t have that yet either. (sigh) But soon!

SC & E were going for dinner and a show on the Strip, and John & I were tired anyway, so we decided to sleep a little bit, then went for a late dinner on our own at the oyster/sushi bar in the hotel. John was well enough to manage a small meal, for which I was grateful. It was time for the final night of the party, the ultimate wind-down.

So much chatting that last night. It’s going to be a while before the next party for us, after all. Harley (we enjoyed rehashing the silliness at our shoot the weekend prior), Maddy and Siq, T&S and his lovely girlfriend Bella Bijou, my sweet Pruxie, the ever-spunky and adorable Sarah Rocks, whom we hadn’t seen since 2010 at FMS, Ten and her boyfriend M, Samantha, JaiBug, and so many more. My voice was starting to go hoarse and I was coughing a bit, but I figured that was due to all the talking.

John O. and I did a fun scene front-and-center on the massage table, with his hand, strap and cane. He took me up and down with tap-tap-taps and biting little strokes, nothing horribly hard, because well, my butt was thrashed. It was delicious and I felt like a purring contented cat atop that table. Funny how the cane can be such an evil thing, but it can be quite sensual as well when the top moderates the stroke.

I have yet to experience a party weekend without a Fineous flogging, but I feared this one might be the first. Until he suddenly appeared around 1:30 a.m., sat next to me and said, “I was afraid I wasn’t going to catch up with you this weekend. You got a scene left in you?” Of course I did. Off we went to find bed space in the bedroom, and I got a delicious double flogging over my entire body, like a perfect firm massage to end the weekend. When I came back to earth, I saw that SC had returned and she and John were deep in conversation. We moved into the main room and were joined by Joe. As I sat there in LaLaLand, I suddenly felt very cold and shivery. Looking back now, I can see it was the beginning of my illness, but I chalked it up to subspace. Glancing across the room, I saw Siq on the couch and it looked like he had a pile of blankets next to him, so I made my way over there. I was just reaching for one of them when I realized that buried under that pile was Maddy, sleeping. Ooops! Fortunately, a kind soul directed me to an unused blanket and I swaddled myself in it, returning to my chair.

Strict Dave joined us, and after a while, turned to me and said, “We haven’t played for a while. Have you got anything left in you?” Ah, damn. I didn’t. I really didn’t. Not even a feather stroke; I was done. So, although playing with Strict Dave is a wild and intense ride, I had to regretfully tell him no. “Next time?” “Yes, please!” Shortly thereafter, John and I pulled ourselves together and said our reluctant final goodbyes. We didn’t get to bed until nearly 4:00… and the alarm was set for 7:00. Blech.

I don’t know how John did it — he managed to get up even earlier than that and get a load of stuff down to the car while I slept on, oblivious. His stomach was better, but now he was starting to cough. Oh, we were a pair! But I felt better after a shower, and we got ourselves all packed, checked out, supplied with coffee, and on the road by 8:00. I was tired and my throat was raspy, but again, I figured it was lack of sleep and interaction overload. We made it to John’s in a record four hours (with one stop for Dairy Queen smoothies and their restroom), and I helped him unpack his stuff before I headed home.

So. I managed to get home, refill the gas tank, unpack the car and deliver it back to Enterprise. They took me home, and then I unpacked my suitcases, sorted through the mail, and fired up the computer. By around 5:00, I noticed my back was aching and I felt even more fatigued than before, so I crawled into my bed for a while. When I woke up at 8:00, I wondered how a bus had gotten into my apartment and run over me. I was full-on sick. Stayed up just two hours, then went back to bed at 10. And I did not get out of bed until 3:30 the next afternoon, no lie. Well, except to use the bathroom. Fever, chills, body ache, cough, blah blah blah. I thought about the unbelievable timing. What did I say before the weekend? Something along the lines of “I just want to be well for the party. Afterward, I could get pneumonia for all I care.” OK, so I didn’t mean that literally, but it damn near happened anyway. But I don’t care. The only reason I had to get out of bed this week was because I had work to do. Otherwise, my schedule was blissfully open, and I’d arranged that on purpose, but I didn’t know just how necessary it would be. I managed to get two books edited after I came home this week, but nothing else. Tonight I will straggle over to John’s — he came down with this flu thing too, so we can cough and commiserate. It’s going to be a rainy weekend and we can bundle up and veg out. I am content.

Another 50 Freaks come and gone. (Technically, this time, it was 106 Freaks.) Again, a lot of ups and downs, and some real-life interference encroaching (not just my own, but with friends too, unfortunately), but overall? One hell of a weekend, yet again. Thank you, Joe, and all your helpers/assistants who worked with you to make this happen and keep it going. Thank you, John O., for your wonderful work in gathering our awards. Thank you to my play partners, my friends, people who stopped to talk to me, hug me, smile at me, give me happy moments. SC and Alex, I ♥ you two to bits. And of course… my beloved John, without whom none of this is really possible, because it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun doing it alone.

Over and out. Have a great weekend, y’all.

Back from Vegas — Shadow Lane 2015

I’m still in that nether mode — not my party self, but not fully back into reality either. A bit foggy brained due to lack of sleep, sensory overload and a lot of junk food, but since this is my official last day off, I must attempt to record this before I forget a lot of it.

It was very different this year, since Shadow Lane did away with the ballroom format and made the entire party suite-centered (thus the name Suite Surrender). Basically, they had one of the presidential suites (901), which was open each night from 9 PM to 2 AM, and then Joe (DrLectr) had the suite at the other end of the hall (960), which he kept open for us 24/7. Our party occupied all of the 5th and 9th floors, and part of the 8th and 10th. Several other people had parties and gatherings in their suites at designated times, so we had Guidebook (a smart phone app) with the schedule on it. For those who didn’t have the app, updates, suite numbers, etc. were posted on a white board in the SL suite, and also on FetLife. One way or another, there was information available.

Overall, it was a great improvement. The price went from $150 per ticket to $40, and since people love to congregate in the suites the most, we didn’t miss the ballroom all that much. It had a more casual feel, people coming and going, not quite as much dressing up). They didn’t have the name tags anymore. The downside: it could be hard to find people. Because we didn’t have the central meeting place anymore (the ballroom), and the Shadow Lane suite was open only from 9 to 2, people tended to scatter and find their own niches and rooms and small gatherings. If you didn’t have someone’s phone number, you couldn’t contact them. There was a lot of “Where are you?” texts going on during the weekend. And there were times where one would go to the event rooms, not see a whole lot of people, and wonder just where the hell everyone was. Fortunately, John and I are connected well enough to know how to find our friends, but what happened with the newbies? I guess there are some bugs to be worked out, given that it’s a new format. But overall, the feedback was positive.

Friday, after arriving, unpacking and napping, we went first to room 1037, where a mini vendor fair was going on, and Cassandra Park was selling the My First Spanking anthology, the one to which I contributed a story. The usual greetings and hugs and kisses ensued. Lots of new faces — I think I didn’t recognize about one third of the people this time. But also the return of a lot of familiar folks who hadn’t been around for a while, including Bob and Ariel, who used to be the suite-party throwers back in the day, long before the mantle was passed on to Joe (who does it so well now that I can’t imagine any party without him). And also the return of photographer Andrew Morgan, whom I first met in 2000 and had many memorable scenes with over the years, until he dropped out for a while. I adore Andy! You may remember that he took this favorite old classic picture of me:

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And of course, even though I can see them anytime, no party is complete without my girls Alex and SpankCake, and it was a joy to see Paul Kennedy back from the UK. Alex always has an extra glow when he is back home. ♥

Unfortunately, 1037 was a small suite and with all those bodies, it quickly got very crowded and hot, so we bailed and went to 960, where I did my first scene of the weekend with Joe. I knew I was shooting in the morning and didn’t want to wear myself out or get marked right out of the gate, so I was going to choose my Friday partners carefully. Joe is Must-Not-Miss play partner, so I was more than thrilled to have him warm me up for the weekend, both with his hand and then a selection of straps. Damn, but he’s amazing with those things, using them in both hands — precise, perfect, and I can just relax into it, knowing I’m not going to get a shot that’s too high or too low, or that wraps around my hip. Just doesn’t happen with him.

Ooooh! Look what Joe just texted me! 😀 First scene of Shadow Lane 2015:

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Next scene was with my sweet friend Michael (InspectHerHide on Fet), another party favorite, and another playmate with whom I know I can relax and just enjoy, because he will take care of me. We went off to his room to have a lovely opening-night scene, and he surprised me at the end by incorporating a thorough foot rub during aftercare. You know it’s been a good scene when you don’t want to go back to the party! It was only 11:30, but at that moment, I could have happily gone to bed. (But I didn’t.)

More greetings, and one more scene (this time with Maurice), back in 960. Later, we went to check out Shadow Lane’s suite, where I saw Anna Valentina, another one I hadn’t seen in years. We chatted it up until the suite closed at 2:00. Everyone went trooping back to 960; I wanted to, but I knew I needed some sleep so I’d be at least somewhat refreshed for my shoot the next day. So, reluctantly, we went back to our room, had some snacks (there was no official meal anywhere that evening, so we were starving), and then went to bed.

Saturday:

I almost never sleep well at these things on Friday night because I’m too keyed up, so John had to drag me out of bed in the morning so I could shower, dress, put on makeup and do my hair, because my shoot was at noon. We decided to forgo breakfast and decided to have a late lunch instead after I was done (I can’t eat before I shoot, anyway).

A bit of background — last year, when I shot with Sarah and John, John and I did a silly, playful scene where I gambled away all our money and he spanked me for it. Apparently, people critiqued it to pieces. “It’s too light.” “Too much talking.” “Erica Scott can take way more than that.” Sheeesh. What do these people want, blood? (That was a rhetorical question, because yes, they do.) I swear, all these armchair (or basement) critics want nowadays is harder and faster, no talking, just screaming, and it’s not a spanking unless the bottom looks like a war zone. So they decided our second scene was going to be more of a domestic discipline scene — less banter and sass, more serious and intense. I was up for that. I mean, a lot of folks think I’m one-note, but I’m not. I can do a harder, more emotional scene. I just usually choose not to, especially at a party.

But first, before the heavier scene…

John and I played husband and wife, and apparently, my husband has a fetish for cheerleaders. We’re on vacation, and I come back to our hotel room to find a cheerleader outfit spread on the bed, with a note that reads: “Put me on!” Of course I am shocked and offended, refuse and argue, and spanking ensues until I agree to cooperate, but I’m so cranky and petulant about it, more spanking ensues! (big surprise there)

Yes, folks. I, Erica Scott, was dressed up in a cheerleader outfit. Complete with white socks and sneakers. If you saw flying pigs outside your window on Saturday, that’s why.

Don’t have any shots from the scene yet, but here’s one John took while I was getting dressed:

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Then it was time for Scene #2. In this one, we were at a spanking party, and had already been playing some (which would explain why my bottom was already red). It started out lighthearted: Hubby was warming me up in our room for the main event that evening. But when I accidentally let on that I’d played with a man he’d forbade me to play with, things turned. Then it became punishment… no sass, no banter, just discipline. And let me tell you, as playful as John can be, when he decides to put on his Serious Top act, it’s hot, and it’s real. I was reduced to apologies and tears, and was truly contrite at the end. He was not going easy on me. I hope our critics will be satisfied already and STFU! :-Þ

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We were finished by 1:30, so I dressed, went back to my room to clean up a bit, and then John and I joined Mir at Café Siena for lunch. It’s not a party weekend without at least one meal at Café Siena, for us. I know not everyone likes it there, but I find it to be a comfortable and easy place in which to hang out and talk, congregate with fellow party-goers, have a light meal. Since it was later, we didn’t see anyone else, but that was OK — gave the three of us time to sit and catch up.

That evening, Tom from SF was opening his suite to us for a pizza party, and then Strict Dave’s CP Court at 10. This too was a departure from the usual, because Court is always on Sunday noon. But this weekend, Bob and Ariel were having a brunch for everyone on Sunday morning, and so they rescheduled Court for Saturday. The early part of the evening was a little awkward, because the chairs for Court were already set up, and people were sitting and talking — no play was going on. We all knew it was going to be standing room only in a couple of hours and wanted to get our seats early, so John and I sat with Tall & Strict and his beautiful girlfriend Bella Bijou and talked until it was time for court. I was a little restless and wished we could leave to go to the other rooms, see what was going on, but didn’t want to give up our seats. But once Court started, it was worth the wait. The room was packed; it seemed like the whole party showed up. Alex, Kelley, SC and Maddy ended up sitting at our feet; it was that crowded. I didn’t get called on any cases this time, but I didn’t expect to be.

After court, we all migrated to 960 which was hopping. A lot of it is a blur of talking — John and I spent time chatting with Jaibug, and I caught up with Alex a bit. At one point, I looked across the room and saw Roy (CalNation on Fet), who smiled and beckoned me over with his finger. You guys may remember that he came to his first SL party last year, we hit it off and ended up doing a scene in the suite bathroom because every other place was taken. He’d liked that so much, we bypassed all the available beds and chairs and went straight to the bathroom again. It’s kind of neat doing it in there! There are padded vanity benches, and mirrors all around, so we could see ourselves playing (although I had my head down and my eyes closed most of the time).

What a hot scene. I love how he plays — he’s got a powerful hand, but he balances that by doing lovely sensual things with his other hand, like cupping my face, gently fisting my hair, or simply curling his arm around my head and drawing it into his side. I was practically purring, and I didn’t want the scene to end. “Why are you so bad, Erica?” he murmured to me. “Why are you always getting punished?” Well, duh. Look at where I am right now, with this delicious man. Being good wouldn’t get me here! 😀

Another party weekend staple is a flogging from Fineous; he found me later in the evening and we found a spot on one of the beds. Another top with whom I can let go and fully relax, because I know those double floggers will be spot on. And he gave me a lovely massage with lotion afterward; always so welcome at these weekends. I’ve mentioned this before: One expects to have a sore butt, but other areas get a workout as well, like necks and lower backs!

Andy and I had planned to play that night — our first time in years — but we kept missing each other. Finally, around 3:00, I saw him chatting with John, so I approached him and said “How about now?” We were right in front of the St. Andrew’s cross in Joe’s room, so he tipped his head toward it and said, “How about here?” Wellllllll… I’m not much for BDSM equipment; haven’t been on a St. Andrew’s cross for years and years, not since a memorably bad scene I did when I was fairly new. But with Andy, I felt like I could do anything. So I found myself stripping naked and stepped up to it, putting my arms up and assuming the spread-leg, butt-thrust out position. He asked me what I felt like, and I said more flogging would always be welcome, and that of course, no scene with Andy is complete without some caning (he is a Brit, after all).

Oh. My. God. What a scene. Andy and I picked up seamlessly, as if there hadn’t been a several-year gap. He was as precise as ever, and kept it interesting, changing up the tempo and intensity, interspersing severity with rubbing and sensual strokes, and I went into subspace, writhing and moaning and my legs trembling uncontrollably. He saved the cane strokes for the end, and I was howling in pleasure-pain. When he was done, he held me close as I shook and shook and clung to him, trying to catch my breath. And there there was the debacle of trying to put my panties back on. I was so out of it, I absolutely could not get my feet/legs into the holes; I kept stumbling and stepping on them. Finally managed to get them on and pulled up… and they were backwards. So I had to take them off and start over again. After I got my bra on, I bumbled my way into the bathroom to pit the rest of my clothes on. John followed me in, bringing me a bottle of ice-cold water and helping me into my clothes. By now, not only were my legs shaking, but my whole body was trembling and even my teeth were chattering a little. I know that sounds bad, but believe me, it was sublime. My only regret was that I didn’t get any pictures of this scene.

Needless to say, after this, I was done. John managed to get me back to our room, where we crashed about 4:30.

Sunday:

Somehow, I managed to drag myself out of bed, bedraggled and sore, and into the shower to get ready for Bob and Ariel’s brunch. They had another of the presidential suites and they were opening it to all of us from 10:30 to 2:00. When they said “bagel brunch,” we pretty much expected to see a couple of platters of bagels and some cream cheese, some drinks, and not much more. Were we in for a pleasant shock!

The spread was amazing; it was like going to a five-star champagne buffet. They had two stations with bagels, tubs of cream cheese, platters piled with lox, and toasters. The center table was laden with deli meats and cheeses, salads, pickles and olives, bread and spreads, fresh fruit. Plenty of fresh coffee, both regular and decaf. The bar was loaded with soft drinks and water, plus the makings for Bloody Marys and mimosas. Oh, and pastries. We wanted for nothing.They had even bought the coffeemakers and the toasters, since the hotel wouldn’t provide them, for whatever reason. Thank you, Bob, Ariel and Callie! You guys are the best!

The suite was packed with happy sleepy people, munching away and chatting with friends. I sat with SC for a while and caught up with her, and talked with several others — John and I stayed to the very end. I don’t recall seeing anyone play, but I don’t think too many people felt like it. No matter… we still had all of Sunday night. After that, John and I went back to our room and collapsed, full of good food (and me tipsy from a mimosa), and napped for several hours.

SC had told me to text her when we woke up, so I did, and it turned out a small group had congregated in her suite and they were going to dinner. “Join us; we haven’t had a dinner together yet!” she wrote. So we freshened up a bit, I put on some makeup, and we headed off to meet the others. It was a fun Sunday night group — John and me, Alex and Paul, SC, Princess Kelley, Sophie and her beau (I don’t know his scene name, and don’t want to mention his real name, because I don’t know if that’s OK). What a sweetie he is! She looked glowing and happy, which made us happy too. We all wanted something casual and close, so we settled on Gordon Biersch, which was just a couple of blocks away from the hotel. It turned out to be the perfect choice — not crowded or noisy, varied menu, a great server, and not too expensive. I got a chicken breast that was covered in sauteed cherry tomatoes, with brown rice and grilled asparagus, and John got a salad. The rest of the table’s meals ranged from healthy (salmon) to the decadent (lobster mac and cheese), and we shared a triple chocolate brownie a la mode for dessert. Lots of talking and laughing, and we stayed there for a couple of hours before wandering back, ready for the last suite party of the weekend. John and I stopped back in our room so we could freshen up and I could change my clothes.

I was happy to see Kinky Coach — we’d seen him on Friday, but I hadn’t played with him then. When he turned up in Joe’s room later that night, he came over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. I was sitting on the couch with John and Gino, talking, and I caught KC’s eye. He beckoned me over, so I came to him and he enveloped me in one of his wonderful bear hugs, massaging along my spine with his fingertips. Then he said, “Go tell your man I’m taking you to my room for a while.”

I so love playing with him! He’s fun and sensual and naughty and unpredictable — his play style is delicious, and he had me laughing so hard, I snorted twice. So sexy and attractive! But he seemed to get a huge kick out of that. To refresh your memories on KC: He and I seem to have developed a tradition in which he marks me in some way each time we play, This dates back to the first time we played, two years ago, when he was hugging me after the scene and gave me a playful nip on the chest, which immediately bloomed into a big red mark! He was a little taken aback, worried that he’d gone too far, but I loved it, and John made a huge thing about it, pointing it out to everyone for the rest of the night.

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And last year, he left bruises on the front of my thighs.

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(You may remember those adorable panties as the ones Beth made for me!)

So, while we were cuddling a bit after our scene, I said, “You know, it’s not a [KC] scene until you leave some sort of damage on me,” which made him laugh like hell. I added, “Where are you going to mark me this time?” In reply, he suddenly reared up and bit the area where my shoulder and chest meet. Then he sucked on it briefly. It doesn’t take much, with my fair skin. I couldn’t stop laughing. “This is the dumbest hickey I’ve ever had in my life!” I blurted. “Why there?” He shrugged, “I can’t be too predictable, can I?” Sheesh, where is it going to be next time??

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John’s comment when he saw this? “She’s uneven!” To which KC quipped, “I left the other side for you!” Then he added, “It’s on her left side where she carries her purse, so I told her she could always tell you that it’s purse-strap irritation and she could get you to buy her a new purse.” John’s reply: “Yeah, that’ll happen.” Hummph. 🙂

We wandered back and forth between Joe’s room and SL’s suite — in 901, I saw SC and Alex, who had changed into costume, as the theme for that night was Uniforms. Alex was in a very sexy nurse’s outfit, and SC was decked out like a kinky old-time cigarette girl. She even had a tray, but instead of cigarettes and cigars, it was filled with implements! Andy found me and we did another scene, this time over a spanking bench with an assortment of his implements. I was very sore by this time, but there was no way I was passing up a second scene with Andy. He used a cane, a couple of straps and leather paddles, and even gave me a taste of a London Tanner tawse, which nearly sent me through the ceiling! I think the scene would have gone on a lot longer, but Andy noticed a couple of small spots (my weak spots) on my right cheek that looked like they were just about to break, so he stopped. He’s so conscientious that way. Welcome back, Andy. I’d missed you.

During dinner, Michael had texted me: “I hope you haven’t left. I need some Erica butt and cuddles.” Well, of course. Got to have that final wind-down scene, don’t we? He found me later in Joe’s suite, just as I was about to go into the bathroom, around 1:30. “Is it time?” he asked. “I want to be your last, but I don’t want to play now if you still have others you want to play with first.” I thought about it, and realized I was sated and happy and didn’t feel like I’d missed anyone (except for Strict Michael, who had to leave Saturday afternoon and we didn’t get a chance to play, boooo!). So I said yes, and he said, “Go ahead, I’ll be waiting for you.” I went into the bathroom, fixed my hair and makeup a little, opened the door… and he was still standing right there, which made me jump! “I told you I’d be waiting for you!” he said. We then did an OTK/hand scene on the couch, one that was public, but we interacted with no one. I buried my face in a pillow and just sank into him, feeling. He did a long, slow buildup over my dress, then raised it and ramped it up, little by little. The final flurry had me moaning, and when he finished, I collapsed onto him, and we stayed there for a very long time, coming down. I could hear the party all around us, hearing laughing and talking and slapping and screaming, but it all felt removed. It took a while before I wanted to turn away from him, face the room, come back to the living. John joined us in a while, and I sat between the two of them for a very long time, just watching, feeling mellow and sleepy and a little sad that it was all ending, once again. Some pretty riveting scenes were going on, including FlaPaddler whipping Zoey on the cross and Joe double-strapping Brooke and Nuna, so we watched. The last scene of our weekend before we took off was watching a very intense caning of Princess Kelley by FP. She looked beautiful, teary-eyed and pained yet blissful.

Ah, the goodbyes. All the hugs, just like in the beginning, this time more lingering because they were goodbye hugs. We straggled back to our room close to 4:00, did some packing, then hit the bed for a couple of hours of sleep before heading off early. We hoped to beat the Labor Day traffic, which we usually do by hitting the road early, but this time, it was crowded nonetheless and it took us five hours instead of four. I shudder to think what later drivers encountered!

Anyway… thank you, Shadow Lane, and all the people who opened their rooms, who played with me, laughed with me, talked with me, hugged me and loved me — too many to name, and I’d forget some, but you all know who you are. I love you back, and I’m so grateful for you. Hugs and kisses to all.

Last but not least, thank you to my beloved John, for being with me, for putting up with my nerves and crazies, and for making my party complete. ♥

Oh, and while I’m sore and tender, I don’t have a mark on me today. Amazing.

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