When I awoke the next morning, my first concern was for Cigi. Because of some of the meds she's on, she has what I call "morning sickness". The nausea is worst when she first wakes up and then fades as the morning progresses. By nine A.M. she felt good enough to go get some breakfast. Like most hotels, this one offered a free breakfast until 10 o'clock. There were all the usual items---eggs, bacon, cereal, bagels, yogurt, etc. To be honest, the eggs were probably powdered institutional stuff and not all that good. But I was famished so I ate them (with ketchup on them, my usual condiment) and some bacon. I also had some cranberry juice to drink. I always drink cranberry juice at parties if it's available. This is to cleanse my system and also it's nice to drink something healthy after a night of drinking nothing but soda. When I first started in the scene and was attending my first parties, I almost always woke up on the second day with a little blood in my urine, an indication that I was playing way too hard. I have never taken a blow directly to my kidneys, but I think they have absorbed the "aftershock" of some very hard hits. I know I'm still a hard player, but I feel I have toned it down a little bit over the years. People have called me a pain slut and I usually bristle at it (I bristle at being referred to as a slut in any context anyway). But I have to admit that pain is my thing. I love knowing that I can take, process and enjoy a very hard session. So someone told me years ago "If you're going to play like that, drink plenty of cranberry juice." I started that at the first party where we stayed in a hotel and it's a habit that I've continued to the present day.
After a filling breakfast, Cigi and I went back to our room. I had grabbed a free newspaper off the table and was working the crossword puzzle. We were just sort of having a lazy morning. It had felt so good to see my buddy, Purple Angel, after almost a year, but it also felt good to see other friends I had missed from the previous month's CM party. Added to my good mood was the fact that Cigi was going to have another good day and I was a pretty happy girl. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.
We went to the party suite to see if anyone was there yet. To our surprise, there were quite a few people sitting around, still snacking on the left overs from the night before. An older gentleman came over to me and asked me if I would like to accompany him to the spanking bench. Those were his exact words. Well, I thought, why not? I hadn't played yet and I sort of wanted to so I said OK. I went over to the bench and got comfortable. He was whispering some things to me, but since he was on the side my deaf ear is on, I couldn't hear him. I'm pretty sure it was the typical dom stuff like "Are you being a good girl?" and all that stuff I really don't want to hear at my age. He's a good spanker, but a little "touchy-feely" for my taste. He's the kind that likes to rub your back and legs and stroke your hair. All that stuff that I lose patience with very quickly. I politely instructed him to stop doing those other things and just spank me. With that, he removed his belt and began to whip me. I was somewhat shocked because it seemed like he was punishing me for not letting him give me a spinal adjustment. I'm sure, in his mind, he was really bringing it. But for me, the blows were nothing I couldn't handle. When he finished with the belt, he hand spanked me some more. He does hand spank well when he's not engaged in all those other activities. I was beginning to feel a little sore so I asked him to wrap it up, which he did. There were wipes to clean off the bench and I grabbed one and wiped it down, which we had been instructed to do. He thanked me for a good time and I returned to my seat next to Cigi. I told her about what had happened with the guy and she poo-poohed the notion that he had punished me. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it (especially if I was wrong) so I let it drop.
Now I have to stop here for just a moment and give you a little background on Cigi. Back in the 70's I had some pen pals. One lived here in Illinois, one lived in Canada, one lived in England and one lived in Scotland. I looked forward to their letters as much as I hoped they looked forward to mine. Cigi became interested in the stamps that came on the envelopes. This led to becoming a stamp collector. It was a hobby she engaged in for a number of years and in fact, she still has her whole collection, in tact, just as it was so many years ago. She developed a rapport with a local stamp dealer, whose office was housed on the ground floor of a downtown office building. On one side of him was a deli that sold the best pastrami I have ever tasted and on the other side was the Nut House, a place that specialized in nuts. They had roasted pistachios that were to absolutely die for. Cigi joined the American Philatelic Society and, once she got her stamp with her APS membership number on it, began to receive approval sets. These came in a box and what you did was, when you found a stamp you wanted to buy, you would remove the stamp, then stamp the box with your APS stamp to indicate that you had purchased it and not stolen it. You sent a check or money order off to the APS and then mailed the approval set to the next person on the list (usually someone from your area). During the course of conversation, another gentleman discovered that Cigi had once been a stamp collector and asked her if she'd like to go with him to a stamp show at another hotel. She said that sounded like fun. I had some concerns though because we didn't know this guy real well. I wasn't enthusiastic about my cancer stricken sister going off with some stranger (whose last name I didn't even know). But she assured me she'd be fine and PA told me she would trust Cigi with him with no reservations whatsoever. So off they went. Meanwhile, since I now had nothing to do, I was invited to join a group of people who were going to a barbecue place in the next town for lunch. PA was going so I said OK. We were going in the SUV of a married couple and while we waited for him to bring the car around to the front door for us, the guy who was making a nuisance of himself (the one I'd played with the night before and had not wanted me to leave) practically invited himself along. He was looking for another ON&D member to go to lunch with and when we said we hadn't seen her, he said something to the tune of "I guess I can just ride along with you guys." It was going to be a tight squeeze with those of us who were already going. One more person wasn't going to fit in the car. Before we could say anything to him, our chariot arrived and we simply walked away and left him there. I know it was rude. But this guy never seemed to get the point. I hated doing that to him but we were in a hurry and really didn't have time to explain to him that it was rude to invite yourself somewhere. It was an absolutely gorgeous day---warm (for late November anyway) and incredibly bright. The weather in Peoria the preceding two weeks had been nothing but cold and rain so I was enjoying our little excursion even more than I normally would. When we got there, the place was still a little busy, with stragglers from the lunch rush finishing up their drinks and happily visiting. The music was vintage 70's rock (the kind they play on my favorite radio station here at home) and I was really enjoying the atmosphere. The food was really good, but like most restaurants, there was just too much of it so I asked for a to go container, which the waiter brought quickly. It had been a very enjoyable meal. When we got back to the hotel, I was somewhat perplexed to see Cigi lying on her bed resting. I hadn't expected her to be back so soon. She informed me that both she and the man she'd gone with had agreed that there was just too much walking involved (both Cigi and her companion were using canes to walk with) so they had simply come back. I was disappointed for her, as I know she still loves to look at stamps. But at least I knew nothing had happened to her. Even though I had enjoyed the meal tremendously and had participated in the lively conversation, I had had a vague, uneasy feeling about Cigi going off with someone we didn't know, even if he did have the Purple Angel Seal of Approval. It's just my nature to worry and especially to worry about Cigi. As soon as she saw my container of food, she opened it and began to devour what was left of my sandwich and cole slaw. At least it wasn't going to waste.
A little later, we returned to the party suite. It was pretty much barren except for the people who were setting it up for dinner. I knew dinner was a few hours off (anyway, my stomach was still full from lunch) so I looked around to see if I could snag someone for some play. The first guy I saw was a switch, who I remember from last year's party had gotten into some trouble for showing off his knives (the ones his mistress uses on him for knife play) in the party suite. He had had to be talked to more than once about that if I remember correctly. But I think he was feeling a bit more toppy at this party. He asked if I wanted to play and, like the others, I thought why not? It might be fun. First of all, this guy is way into scolding and other things associated with punishing a bad little girl. Ugh! I told him to knock off the scolding, that this was just going to be a fun little spanking session. I also had to specifically tell him that nothing sexual was going to happen and that I didn't want any "accidental" touching of places he knew better than to touch. He let me know he understood all of this. I think he was afraid I would beat him or something. He told me he was a "light to moderate" spanker. Yeah, right. I'm a hard player by most peoples' standards so imagine my surprise when, once the warm up was over, he proceeded to beat the crap out of me. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it because I did enjoy it. But it just surprised me coming from a guy who had just told me he didn't spank hard. He had a nice selection of toys, but like most of the others, his looked somewhat cheap and badly made. He had flown in from out of state (way out of state, if I recall) and had had to make do with just bringing a few. We actually had a really fun session. I was feeling pretty sore and a little floaty so I returned to the party suite. Dinner still wasn't ready yet. A friend of mine from Wisconsin was in the room so I made time to speak with her. She informed me that some people were coming to see the three of us (her, me and Cigi) later. I knew exactly who she was talking about. We had missed them at CM. After the CM party, he actually left a message on my Fetlife wall that his straps had missed us. So I had that to look forward to. We continued our conversation and pretty soon, dinner was served. It was really good. I'm amazed even after all this time of coming to parties how hungry you can get from being spanked or spanking someone. It's a lot of hard work. I ate until I was satisfied and in short order the contests commenced. These were supposed to be all in good fun. The first contest was the Cutest Panties Contest. PA asked who, of us ladies, wanted to come up and model our panties for the audiences' approval. Four of us raised our hands. Me, my friend from Wisconsin, the wife of my first spanker, and another lady who I had been seeing at CM parties for years. The four of us went to the front of the room and, one by one, showed our panties. I had been quietly confident that mine would win. I had been watching the public players and didn't see one pair of panties that even approached mine in the cuteness department. They were white with ruffles and multi-colored hearts. Not something I would wear under normal circumstances, but I thought there was no way I wouldn't win and I was right. I did win. So I got to come up and pick a prize. I took a moment to look over what was there and took away a crooked handled acrylic cane. It had come from Can-iacs, one of the companies that was co-sponsoring this party. I couldn't wait to feel it. The next contest was a Best Panties for the men. Let me tell you, most men don't care if their underwear is cute or not. Most of them don't even care if they have hash marks in them. All the men were older men and their underwear (and what it covered) wasn't even worth mentioning. It was horrifying. I could've gone my whole life and not seen these guys drop their drawers. The guy who won had won at the previous party and had been told he couldn't win with the same attire twice. He had been wearing a red thong and black thigh highs. On a woman, this would've been a very nice ensemble. But on an old man, it was painful. He chose the nastiest toy on the table, a paddle that was rubber on one side and some un-Godly material on the other. It just figured he would choose it. The next contest was for the Nastiest Toy. Three of the four of us who had modeled our panties volunteered for this all-important duty. In all fairness, I think the contest would have been better done if someone willing to swing the toys hard had done it. But I guess they decided to err on the side of caution. Cigi entered two toys--out lexan paddle and a razor strap. Neither of which won, I might add. The winner was this icky little toy that no one had wanted to play with. With the festivities over, I went over and asked my long lost first spanker if he wanted to play. He did so off we went to my room. He showed me the toys he had and it was obviously his taste hadn't changed that much since the last time I'd played with him. He sat on the edge of the bed and put me over one knee, just as he had done on that March afternoon so many years ago. He spanked me on my jeans to start. I could feel some stinging getting through the heavy denim. Finally, he said "Well, I think your jeans have been punished enough." He spanked me over my prize winning panties for a while, using toys that were suited to that position. We tried nearly all of his toys, except for the ones that I wasn't interested in. Next, it was time to go over the bed for some really good strapping. He took some pictures for me.
When I asked why he hadn't caned me, he replied that he hadn't been able to find them after a recent move. Since we were in my room and my toy bags were right behind him, I invited him to use one of mine. I remembered why I had fallen in love with the cane. He had been the one who introduced me to it. After an awesome caning, it was time to wrap it up. I was so sore I could hardly move. That's what had really been missing from this party--someone who could really spank and do it really well. Hard is one thing and I don't knock hard because it's what I like. But there's more to it than that. There's technique and there's communication.When I was finished playing with him, I went back to the party suite. Cigi was gone, off playing, I assumed. I had played the previous year with a lady top who came with her husband from Wisconsin and they were both here again. I wanted to play with the lady badly. We had had a very good public scene at that other party and I figured having a whole year to improve upon her technique, it would be even more fun to play with her. I went over and asked her if she wanted to play, but she was waiting for her husband to come back to the party from work and wanted to be there when he returned. So I waited. It turned out that I had to wait about two hours for him to come back...his job was in Wisconsin. When I saw him walk into the party suite, she was really happy to see him. I went over and hugged him and asked him how his trip had been. I didn't want to keep him from his wife, but I just wanted to welcome him back. I hadn't gotten to talk to him the previous night. When the wife had had time to see him, she beckoned me over and told me we could play now. So off the three of us went to our room. Cigi arrived soon afterwards so we had a nice little party in our room. The lady top was unwilling to spank me as hard as I wanted her to. She said "but, my love, you're so sore now. It wouldn't be very responsible of me." So we played fairly lightly. Then an unfortunate thing happened. There was a knock on the door. I was lying on the bed with my pants down. It could've been anyone at the door. It was the worst person it could possibly have been--it was that guy who was a pain in the ass. Apparently, Cigi and Purple were supposed to double him. I could see the lady top's face and she was unhappy with him being there and with our scene being broken up. She had wanted to watch Cigi spank her husband. Instead, we were treated to Cigi and PA doubling this obnoxious buffoon. His winy attitude wasn't the worst part of the scene. That would be the fart he let in the middle of the whole thing. It stank up the entire room for a long time. I think if you're going to do that, you should warn others in the room that you're about to let one and it's going to smell really bad. But no, there was no warning. When PA and Cigi got tired of topping him, the lady top took over. Unlike my sister and my friend, this lady had no health problems that kept her from unloading on him, which she did. But I was somewhat jealous. I had wanted her to spank me that hard. She really put this guy through his paces. Finally, he left. I was so happy to finally have him leave. I know this sounds rude. But he was just the sort of person who gets on my nerves. I couldn't wait to Febreeze the room. You have to know that, since Cigi and I live in a two room apartment with three cats, our world turns on Febreeze. To me, it's one the greatest things ever invented.
About that time, there was another knock on the door. It was our friend, Freckles, who had come to see us and our friend, S. She was trying to get her top to come to the hotel so we could all play. Well, when Freckles arrived, she saw the lady top's husband there and they sort of conducted an impromptu belly dancing class, complete with zils (those symbol-like things they wear on their hands). We had a good time watching her trying to exhort him with cries of "pretty hands". It was a riot! She even made a little movie. It was very cute. Then she called S and had her come to our room. It really looked like her top wasn't going to make it. So while we were visiting (the talk ran the gamut from bras to toys) the phone rang. It was her top and he was on his way! She told him he'd better hurry because "you have a couple of twins here that are fading fast!" He got there about ten minutes later. I was really happy to see him. It made the party for me. We decided to go to S's room. Cigi, unfortunately, couldn't join us. Her stomach was in kind of bad shape. The top hugged Cigi and kissed her goodbye, telling her to get some sleep.
The rest of us headed off to S's room to play. This particular top has to whole thing going for him---good looking, sense of humor, listens well and spanks hard. He's one of my absolute favorites even though he's 20 years younger than I am. We spent about two hours getting spanked, strapped and paddled with a frat paddle. 
It was the most awesome part of the whole party for me. I know Cigi was disappointed that she'd had to beg off and he regretted it, too. But he understood that she just didn't have the stamina that the rest of us have. But to be honest, I would probably get off my deathbed to play with this guy. By the time I called it a night, I was so sore and so tired I could barely drag myself to my room. How I managed I really don't remember. But I had the satisfaction of knowing that the party had ended on a high note for me. I slept soundly that night (mostly on my stomach, I can assure you) and didn't even bother to wake Cigi for breakfast. I snuck down to the lobby for some quick food and happened to run into my two cohorts from the night before. They asked if I wanted to go to IHOP with them but I had to decline since I had to get packed for the trip home.
I was sorry to see this party end. It was really a great party, made all the better by the appearance of one of my favorite tops. Hopefully, it won't be two months before I blog again.
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