Boardwalk Badness Weekend Party Review- Part V

Saturday promised to be a busy, but fun-filled, day. The three of us actually woke rather early for breakfast. We went back to the same place on the boardwalk we'd had breakfast the previous day. Unlike last year, when it was at 11 o'clock in the morning, the Uniformed Top event was to be held later in the afternoon. So there was no rushing around to try and make it on time. We had time for a leisurely breakfast and a stroll on the boardwalk. It was a beautiful day and promising to be a bit warmer than the day before had been. All in all, the weather was a vast improvement over last year. I know people think that the weather doesn't matter. After all, we're in a nice, warm hotel. But for me, the weather really does affect my moods. Last year, when the weather was cloudy and cold and I was suffering from broken ribs, it really did make me feel less like partying and more like just spending the time in my room. Getting the news that Big Jim, one of my fondest friends in the scene, had died didn't help. Anyway, I was just really happy that we got nice weather for this party.

When we returned from breakfast, Sherri and I went across the hall to Dark Steven's room. I knew he was in the room right across from ours and we had messaged each other months earlier about playing. I liked his sense of humor in the groups and thought he might be fun to play with. I brought Sherri along just in case because sometimes people don't behave themselves and also to take some pictures for me. I was becoming aware that, pictorially, this party was weak for me. I didn't get many good pictures during the previous days, so this was  the day to make up for that. We spent a good deal of time talking before we ever got down to playing. But once we got started, it was fun. Steven has a nice, hard spanking hand and got right down to business.

This photo makes me a little bit uncomfortable because it shows how much bigger I am than Steven is. I was grateful he had a suite with one of those benches in it. Those things are perfect for spanking. And they absolutely rescue people like me; people who have issues with being comfortable when in the OTK position. So not only was my weight supported, but my knees were, too. Recently, on Fetlife, a man started a thread in which he railed about the things he hated and thought were silly in spanking videos. One of the things he mentioned was seeing spankees being supported on beds and couches. He was adamant that the spankee should not have any concessions made for their comfort. And this was a guy who wanted to get together and play with me (before he blocked me because I'm a conservative). I'm glad now that I didn't get together with him. I can just imagine how he would have felt about me needing support for my bad knees. I will only play with people who are sensitive to my needs. And Steven did, that is, until he whipped out the bath brush.

Now, on Fetlife, I know that I make jokes about breaking these things, but believe me, this thing wasn't going to break. I had a lot of fun with Steven. He even gave me a nice caning to wrap things up and Sherri got some nice pictures. 

The cane marks are visible, but they didn't show up as bright as they actually were. After that, I wanted to rest up and get changed for the Uniformed Top event. 

For anyone who doesn't know what the Uniformed Top event is, it's a one hour event where the men dress in uniforms or costumes and stand on the stage. We female bottoms get our pick of the men and they aren't allowed to say "no". They know this going in. This year we had over 100 tops participate and more bottoms than that. It was a very hectic hour, let me tell you. There were no cameras allowed in the ballroom so I don't have any photos of it. I got spanked about 25 times and loved all of them. Because the men can't say "no", it's a good opportunity to play with a top who might have blown you off under normal circumstances. This year's event was a contest. The winner got a half price ticket to the party of her choice. And lest you think that that's unfair because a man couldn't win, the top who spanked the most women got the same deal. No one kept tabs. We were on the honor system. Like last year, I first chose a man in a baseball uniform. I got spanked by the usual assortment of cops, cowboys, construction workers, military men and doctors. In fact, FunAllowed gave me one of my most charming moments of the party. He was dressed in a doctor's smock and when he was done spanking me, he reached into a pocket and gave me a sucker. It reminded me of the days when I was a child and the doctor always gave me a sucker, whether I was a good patient or not. Despite the fact that the room got a bit warm with all the activity, it was a most enjoyable hour. The best part was all the wonderful sounds of spanking. Yes, there were tops I didn't get to, but all in all, it was a blast. As I was leaving the ballroom, one of the tops I didn't get to wanted to play. I was literally just about spanked out. But I wanted to play with him, so I asked him to give me a half hour and then come up to my room. Sherri and KJ went off with Tom and Nancy for a snack and a drink. I laid down on the bed, only intending to rest. But I must have dozed off because I heard a knock at the door that roused me. It had felt so good, after all that noise and activity, to have some quiet time. Frankly, I needed some time alone. The guy wanted to play with me and I saw no reason to deny him that. So I explained to him that I had just woken up and I needed a minute to gather myself before we started. The man I played with is a pretty hard spanker. I felt like, because I just woke up, my tolerance was sub par. However, I didn't hear any complaints from my partner. He really put some nice color on my bottom.

It was a really fun scene with this guy. But now, I had to think about getting ready for the Man Men dinner dance. The dinner was a catered affair, as it had been last year. All of the ladies were encouraged to dress in early 60's chic, which most of us did. Sherri stressed somewhat over which outfit she was going to wear, but there was minimal drama around getting dressed. I had to do the best I could with my hair. The lady who was supposed to do it had not been able to attend due to a death in the family.

My dress was an unfortunate choice. It makes me look huge. But it was too late now to do anything about it. Dinner was amazing. The short film they showed was funny, too. They also did some spoofs that were funny. One was a spoof of "When Harry Met Sally" called "When Harry Spanked Sally". The spoof centered on the now-famous scene in the restaurant where Meg Ryan schools Billy Chrystal on how a woman easily fake an orgasm. In our film, Jules shows a top how she fakes making the top believe the spanking was good. It was full of fake "ows", "I didn't mean it"'s and "I'll be good"s. Hilarious. I hadn't laughed so hard in a long time.

After all the fun was over, we had a scene wedding. Two young people "tied the knot", complete with a spanking for the bride when it was over. I'm quite sure they will have a real ceremony at some point. Once the wedding was over, people were getting up to dance, following the lead of the bride and groom. My dancing days were over so Sherri and I went up the suites to see if there was any action. Tom and Nancy were up there already so Tom obliged me with a nice spanking.

I was getting a little sore. But also, Tom can bring it when he's playing with someone he knows can take it. He always gets a kick out of playing and it shows. He and Nancy have been in the scene for more than 20 years and can teach some of the youngsters a thing or two if given a chance. He has a very stingy hand.

You just have to love a top who enjoys what he does so much. And Tom is far from a sadist, but he does enjoy spanking a lady and watching her turn red and squirm around. There was another top there, a new guy, who had a new strap that I admired. He offered to try it out on me and I was honored. We looked around in several suites for a place, as all of them were pretty full. Finally, we found a place in Mike Tanner's room. That strap was every bit as nice as it looked. Unfortunately, I forgot where I put down my purse and I misplaced it. It was right there in Mike's suite next to the bed, where I put it. But when I went back to find it, there were so many people in the room that I couldn't get a proper look without interrupting the scenes that were going on. So I had to wait until they were all done and clearing out before another party goer found it, right where I'd set it down prior to my scene. But I was so floaty from the awesome strapping that I think my brain was disengaged. Jules and Mike were a big help to me, as was Nancy, who assured me that nothing would be taken out of my bag and that it would be found. I felt like a colossal fool for making such a big deal out of it, but I had some very valuable things in my purse--cash, my debit cards, not to mention my phone. I was so emotionally spent that I decided to call it a night after that. I know that sounds kind of lame, but it was getting pretty late and KJ was going to be leaving us in the morning. I wanted to have some time to talk to KJ before she had to go to bed. I was surprised to see some light bruising on her bottom, indicating that she did get around to playing. She told me she played several times, but wouldn't tell me who she'd played with. I could look at the markings on her bottom and probably guess, but I decided not to press the subject. I was just glad she'd decided to play. 

Next, my first "Adult Speaking" cruise.

Boardwalk Badness Weekend Party Review- Part IV

After the fun of the group spanking in Tom and Nancy's room, we broke for lunch. It was time to decompress with a nap, which I took while my room mates went off to do other things. We all agreed we wanted to attend the Vendor's Fair, but I wanted to miss the part with the whistles. I saw no advantage in me, with my hearing loss, being around all those whistles. There were only two reasons I was going to the Vendor's Fair--to pay Mike for the strap he gave me and to pay for Sherri and I to go on the cruise. When I got up from my nap, we all decided that it was time to get the party clothes on. When I got in the shower, I braced myself as the hot water hit the marks on my thighs. To my surprise, it actually felt good. It's unfortunate that I didn't get photographed in the outfit I had on because it was my favorite of the weekend. When we got to the ballroom, the Vendor's Fair was in full swing and they were getting ready to start the fashion show. I had looked at the beautiful vintage dresses that were for sale, but I didn't see any that I could have fit into. The lady offered alterations and custom made dresses, but obviously since the Mad Men dinner dance was the next night, there was no time for me to get one of her dresses. I already had mine anyway. But I have to say that the fashion show was amazing. They used ladies of all sizes and shapes. And the clothes were just beautiful. I also saw my friend Katy (who had joined us for the group spanking in Tom and Nancy's room), who was again vending her hand made jewelry. Unable to resist, I bought an orange jade bracelet and matching earrings. The whole set was only $45 so for me, that was a bargain. I know the art that goes into making these pieces so I didn't think they were in any way overpriced. 

They fed us, but I wasn't that hungry. The chicken dish they were serving was spicy I was told and I don't really tolerate spicy food that well anymore. Besides, it was $3 for a small bottle of water so I passed. I wish there had been cameras allowed in the ballroom because I really wanted to get photographed in that outfit. We had an hour to waste before the big Toga Party in Tom and Nancy's room so I tried to find someone to play with. With no luck in that department, we all headed up to Tom and Nancy's room to help them get set up. They had pulled out all the stops, with wine, snacks and they even supplied bed sheets to serve as togas. There was a bit of frustration as Nancy went about trying to show everyone how to wrap and tie their togas. But we got everything straightened out. Robert, the photographer who had shot me the night before, arrived to photograph the fun.

Rodney is kind of shy about showing his face on camera, so Tom and Nancy provided masks for everyone who wanted one. We did a little dancing and fooling around before we got down to spanking, but Nancy has those photos. She was kind enough to send me a few she thought I'd like for my profile. 

Of course, I had to get spanked by Caesar himself. It wouldn't have been a toga party otherwise. I know that a lot of the "cool kids" were doing other things, but this was our idea of a fun time and I want to thank Tom and Nancy for inviting me and Sherri and KJ to this private party. Several people who heard about it later asked me "There was a toga party? Where?" And when I told them, the invariable answer was "Oh, I don't know who they are." The people invited tended to be older people anyway and I doubt the younger, cool kids would have wanted to hang around with us. This more than likely wouldn't have been their idea of fun anyway. But I met enough people who weren't there who would have had a great time at our spanking orgy. 

I was happy that Robert captured this moment between me and Tom. I was thanking him for spanking me and for inviting me to my first-ever private party. I know that I'm not uber popular. No one's stock is going to rise just because they played with me. And no one is going to gain a better reputation because I let them spank me. I'm just a normal, run-of-the-mill bottom who loves to play and have fun. I'm not into submitting or being punished so I leave the people who like that kind of thing to it. I never claimed I was anything other than what I am. 

It was beginning to get a little bit late and things started to wind down. We were all older folks, after all. I was a bit disappointed that two days of the party had blown by so quickly. Sherri and I got back into our clothes and then headed up to the suite parties. I did manage to get spanked a few times, but I didn't get any pictures, unfortunately. At the point, I really can't remember the people I played with. It's not because they weren't memorable, it's just that the party has become somewhat hazy for me.

Next, Saturday at BBW :)

Boardwalk Badness Weekend Party Review- Part III

Friday morning in Atlantic City dawned clear and slightly cool. My roommates and I were joined by McGolden for a stroll down the boardwalk for breakfast. The place we chose was unlike any place I'd ever eaten before. For one thing, all the dishes, glasses and utensils were plastic. Nowhere here do we have any place that does that. But I can see why they do it. It really cuts down on dishes to wash, which cuts down on water usage. I can't complain about the food because it was pretty good. Next, we walked down to the ocean. But first, we had to stop at one of the shops because Sherri liked the eagle statue.

There were actually a lot of interesting things we didn't get photos of. One place was the Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum. I would have loved a walk through that place. There were a lot of interesting places on the boardwalk, most of which  (not surprisingly) cater to tourists. Last year, the devastation of Hurricane (or Superstorm if you wish) Sandy was still evident. This year, the mess is cleaned up and there are new shops and restaurants opening up. 

It was an absolutely perfect day for a walk on the beach. I wore a hoodie because of the wind, otherwise, I think I would have been comfortable in the sleeveless shirt I had on under it. As soon as we got to the water, Sherri couldn't resist walking right out onto the rocks.

Because the rocks were covered in algae and very slippery, I worried about her slipping and falling. But I had to get a photo of her communing with the sea birds. This little tableau just about took my breath away. As I said last year, I grew up on a river so I'm no stranger to large bodies of water. But...this is the ocean. 

I don't know how I knew it, but I somehow knew that this would be my only chance to walk on the beach and feel the sand between my toes. So I was determined to get my money's worth. Those are small waves breaking over the rocks Sherri is standing on. A lot of people either become non chalant about the ocean or they never care for it in the first place. But I think it's one of those things that will never lose its wonder for me. 

McGolden was kind enough to stand for a photo with me. He struck me as a fairly shy guy. I wish we would have gotten to play, but that seems to happen to me a lot at parties...people are happy to meet me, but playing is another thing entirely. I think he was either too shy to ask me or, like a lot of younger tops, he just wasn't interested in playing with an older woman. Either way, I don't hold anything against him. He was fun to meet and talk to.

Of course, I couldn't let the occasion pass without getting a photo taken with Sherri. Last year's BBW was my first real taste of traveling and I have to say I fell in love with its charm. Yes, it's charming to pass all those interesting places and to meet the locals while stopping to gas up or stretch your legs. I'd love to do more traveling. Since I'll be moving to NW Indiana next month, my hope is to have the chance to do more. Living here with people who are homebodies hasn't afforded me very much opportunity. My sister and her husband really do hate it that I even leave the house for anything more than work (or a trip to the store). Neither were happy about this trip. But then, they both subscribe to the notion that life is work and that's all. Neither of them give themselves permission for leisure time. Both are old beyond their years. My sister looks ten years older than her age and much of it is because she works two jobs and then doesn't allow herself any time for things she enjoys. Even watching a baseball game is combined with folding laundry or cleaning the kitchen. She never just sits and does nothing. I remember one day (when I was still working and had worked ten straight days) when I spent the whole day in my pajamas and she said "It must be nice to sit around all day." I said "It is. You should try it some time." I really did try to please them both (forgive me for getting sidetracked here). I would do the dishes in the morning and clean up the kitchen before I ever had my own breakfast. And many times, I hadn't even eaten dinner the night before. My brother-in-law had made a new rule that I could only eat dinner after everyone else had eaten AND if I ask first. Here I was, paying rent to live in the spare room (which got more and more cluttered as time has gone on) and I had to ask permission to eat dinner. So you can see why the trip was somewhat worrisome for me. I had no idea what I was going to come home to. So I was determined to make the most of this trip.

When we returned to the hotel, we once again met up with Tom and Nancy. We had a get-together in their room on Friday last year, too and it was a hoot. There were a couple of different participants this year, but Nancy, Sherri and I were the ones there from last year, along with Katylynn, who I hadn't even recognized when I saw her at check in the previous day. Tom, Katy's husband, Rodney, and Allen (FirmHandTn) provided their topping services. It proved to be an extremely fun afternoon. 

The really great part was that I didn't have broken ribs this year, which really hampered my play last year. The only drawback was that I was heavier this year than last year. Not a whole lot heavier, but about 20 pounds. I was cognicent of the fact that I looked much heavier (at least to myself). But to the folks in the room that day, none of that mattered.

I don't think it mattered to Allen or Rodney or Tom. All of them spanked me with enthusiasm. I know all the so-called "cool kids" were probably off doing whatever it is the cool kids do, but we were at a spanking party and spanking was front and center for us almost the entire weekend, when we weren't sleeping, at least. When our little spankfest was over, we did the obligatory line up.

I always enjoy these line up photos. They're pretty popular on Fetlife, too. If you get someone who posts a line up, those pics often make K&P. For me, this is what it's about: having fun with friends and enjoying TTWD. People who take it too seriously or make it completely about punishment annoy the heck out of me. If people want to do punishment, go ahead and punish to your heart's content. But is that really necessary at a party? You wouldn't believe how many "punishment" spankings I heard about at BBW. Granted, most of them were probably funishment, but I'm sure there were a few real punishments given. You know, if that's a person's mentality, then more power to them. I'll stick with the fun people I know. 

Tomorrow, more fun from BBW :)

Boardwalk Badness Weekend Party Review- Part II

We spent the night in beautiful downtown Hancock, Maryland. The hotel was a Super 8, not the Adam's Mark or one of those really nice hotels. We checked in at 9 o'clock Wednesday night and within a half hour, we were asleep, after eating some of the donuts we'd picked up earlier. At a few minutes after 10, Sherri woke me up.
"I think someone's trying to get in!" she said in a scared tone of voice.
Sure enough, I could hear someone repeatedly trying their key card. We didn't really know how to work the phones, but Sherri tried a few times to reach the desk. A few minutes later, the desk called back. I let the desk clerk know what was going on. She told me that a big group had just checked in and that they probably got the wrong room. She said she would talk to whoever it was. In the meantime, whoever they were, they were still there. When I got off the phone, I went to the door.
"There are people in here so you need to go away!" I said through the door.
I thought I heard a mumbled "sorry" and then the noises stopped. We went back to sleep, too exhausted to even worry that much about it. 

When we woke the next morning, after sleeping for twelve hours, the weather was a bit warmer and it was sunny. I decided to do as I usually did and bathe and shave for the party that morning. The bathrooms in the hotel are nice and everything, but they don't have tubs, just showers. I was dying for a bath. My brother-in-law had turned off the water in the master bathroom (probably because I was the only one who used that tub) and I hated using the shower in the other bathroom. He did things like that to mess with me. It was like when he was disabling the phone. I was the only one who was inconvenienced by the lack of a phone. Everyone else had cellphones. When I finally purchased a cellphone of my own, miraculously, the phone started working again. Anyway, I wanted a bath really bad since I hadn't had one in a while. It's extremely hard for me to stand on one leg for the length of time it takes for me to shave a leg. My legs start to shake and get weak pretty quickly. I don't really know what he's going to do when I move out. I have an awful feeling that my sister will take some of the bull he dishes out to me. It's a control thing for him. When he was turning off the router so I couldn't get online, I would just take my laptop over to my friend, Kathy's and check my email and whatever else I needed to do. Once my nephew moved back in (with his girlfriend in tow), he wouldn't dare do that. Those two live on their computers. They would never put up with him turning off the router. So my brother-in-law had to come up with ways to mess with me that didn't inconvenience anyone else. That's when he started disabling the phone and the water in the master bath. Sad, I know, but that's what his life consists of. He's got to be the angriest, meanest, most bitter person I've ever known. He's not happy unless he's messing with someone. And even then, I don't think he's very happy. I don't think he knows how to be happy. 

Anyway, because we slept so late, we made check out by only ten minutes. The final three hours of the drive were uneventful (except for a very scary bridge we had to cross). When we finally got onto the road that would get us into Atlantic City, I was ready to jump out of the car.

I had held off getting too excited about the party. The problems with my brother-in-law and the uncertain weather had taken a lot of the joy out of preparations for the party. But we were almost there and the excitement that both Sherri and I were feeling was palpable. We drove straight into the city and right up to the hotel without getting lost. Everything is pretty well marked so getting lost is pretty hard. When we got to the hotel, I saw a number of people I recognized, including Ria and RBG. Better yet, our room was ready this time. 

This time, we were rooming with a lady who was attending her first-ever party. The lady that we were supposed to be rooming with had to cancel, due to a death in her family. The new lady was a last-minute add on. I hated the thought of a total newbie rooming by herself at her first party. It's a good thing she roomed with us. She had a lot of good questions. I admit that I liked KJ as soon as I met her. She was mine and Sherri's age (or pretty close...she was older than Sherri, but younger than me) and that helped. Apparently, her husband has no desire to spank her so he told her she could come to this party. She lives in Wisconsin, so I'm hoping she will attend CM this summer. 

We got settled in and decided on which beds we were going to use. Getting three women unpacked and getting all of their things put away is always a bit of a challenge and this was no exception. By the time we got all of that out of the way, it was time to put on party clothes and get over to the Land Shark for registration. I was really disappointed with the view. Last year, we got an awesome view. This year. we got the rooftop of a hotel across the street. There wasn't a drop of ocean to be seen from our room. 

When we were dressed, we ventured over to the Land Shark. Unfortunately, they weren't ready to do registrations yet, so we waited. The servers were aggressive in getting us to order to drinks or food. But Sherri and I had already eaten, so we weren't hungry. But I was thirsty. Now you have to understand that servers in a place like this almost always get a look on their face when their customers aren't going to drink or eat: "I'm not going to make a penny off this table." But I ordered a Coke because I was thirsty. Sherri and I were eager to see Tom and Nancy and we did. 

It had been a full year since I'd seen them and they were both happy to see me. They had seen Sherri at TASSP and also at Shadow Lane so it hadn't been that long for them. Tom and Nancy are two of the most awesome scene folks I've ever met. They know how to have a good time. Because of their ages (she's 65, he's 53), they don't get attention from a lot of the younger people in the scene. But they should because I don't know two people who know more about how to have fun with TTWD than they do. I know there are people in the scene who don't care for me. I know I'm not "cool" enough to fit in with them. And that's OK. Because I know that the three other people in this picture with me will always accept me. I don't have to be "cool" to fit in with them. My heart was absolutely bursting here. This is what I endured that long drive and the scary bridge for; to be with these people. It's a shame I only see them once a year though. 

When registration was over, I headed over to the room with Charles. I needed to have my stress and nerves relieved as I had my first professional photo shoot in about 40 minutes. Robert, known on Fetlife as CTPhotographer, was going to be working behind the camera. I'm totally accustomed to shooting self-shots in my bedroom (and occasionally on the deck), but this was a true pro. I have issues about my body, obviously and I had told him beforehand that I didn't want the front of my body photographed nude. I know he has shot some stunningly beautiful women, the kind who don't have to tuck their fat stomachs and breasts out of the way before they take a picture, and that's what I had on my mind, believe it or not. Charles spanked me very nicely, all the while assuring me that things would go well and I had nothing to worry about. He left me with some nice color that I felt would only enhance my photos. When Robert arrived (right when he said he would) I was so nervous my mouth was dry. I know my body well and I know the parts that photograph well and the parts that don't. I do self-shoots all the time. 

But shooting with a pro, who may have his own ideas about what looks good, is something else entirely. He put me at ease pretty much from the start. I'm quite sure he knows all about women and their insecurities. 

The first part of the shoot was with my clothes on. I have to say that most of those didn't turn out as I expected. I just can't do the "pouty face" or the alluring seductress. Those things just aren't me. But once I shed my clothes, it was a different story. I felt way more "at home" despite how much I hate certain parts of my body. I love my ink though and that's what we centered on. He got some very nice shots and all in all, I thought the shoot was worth what I paid for it. Now I'm just waiting for him to send the proofs to me. I think some of them turned out very, very nicely. Just as we were concluding, my room mates showed up. I had neglected, as I usually do, to put the  Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I paid Robert the agreed upon fee and we concluded the shoot. I seemed pleased that he got some very nice shots. I got dressed and, because it was now 10 o'clock, the suite parties had started. And, just as we anticipated, the open suites were full of people in the middle of different kinds of play.

I had been getting really into the leather toys of Mike of ouch.uk.com. He had even made some of his things in my favorite color, green. The green he uses is called Regency Green and it's a lovely, dark shade that looks great on leather. He opened his bag and showed me some of his newer pieces, one of which I fell in love with and had to have. He had the grace to give the strap to me and told me to pay him the next night at the Vendor Fair. He also tried some of his other straps on me, which I loved. So as I was walking around with my new strap, I ran into Tom, who wasted no time getting me over his knee.

I got quite a few nice comments on my new tattoo, which always shows when I'm OTK, which was the plan. I know there are people who don't want to play with me and, even though it sometimes hurts my feelings, I can live with that. I know that Tom will never be one of them. Last year, he was positively giddy about being able to spank the "famous CherylKay". Please. I'm not the least bit famous. I wish I could have gotten pictures of the awesome scene that Sherri and I had with FunAllowed. This guy is amazing! He's funny, he spanks hard and is a pretty good-looking dude, too. Not that looks are important or anything, but if a guy is a cutie, then I see nothing wrong with saying so. 

There was also an Easter egg hunt that night. The eggs contained not only candy, but a slip of paper with the kind of spanking the finder was supposed to get. 

This isn't all the eggs I found, but this is representative of what you could expect to find. All in all, I got 11, which was two short of the winner. The winner received a bottle of spanking lotion. The Easter egg hunt gave me a chance to play with a man I had first seen at Crimson Moon but hadn't actually met yet. His name is Johnny, but he goes by FLAPaddler on Fetlife. I had been very much intrigued by him so I went over to him with my papers and asked him if he would help me with some of them. Of course, he said he would be glad to. The session he gave me was awesome and culminated in a divine double strapping that was watched by an appreciative audience, including KJ, who still hadn't decided to play yet. But she told me she really enjoyed watching him strap me. 

As I was walking towards the door to go to another suite, I saw Mike (cp7777 and the man behind ouch.uk.com) caning the thighs of another woman. It looked like so much fun and I adore having my thighs caned. I watched while he sent this woman into orbit and made up my mind to ask him if he would do mine. I didn't want to interfere with the scene so I stayed far enough away so as not to get in the way, but close enough that he would see me there. When he finished with her, I think he sensed that I wanted to be next. I asked him if he would do me next and he said OK. I got on the bed and lifted my skirt, exposing untouched thighs. The first two strokes were delivered with a cane covered in some kind of hide. Whatever it was, it was super intense so I asked him if he could just use a regular cane, which he was happy to do. Again, as with the other woman, we had an audience. I know not everyone understands this, but for those of us who love pain, this is the ultimate. 

I think a couple of people thought I did it to get attention and I'm also sure that a few others thought I was out of my mind. But this is the kind of thing I enjoy. I will never be into hook suspension or anything like that. I'm pretty sure this is as far as I want to go. The pain was both searing and exquisite. 

I'm pretty sure I got spanked a couple more times that night, but I don't have pictures of it. I think I called it a night around 2 am. When Sherri and I returned to the room KJ was there and the three of us talked for about an hour until we fell asleep.

Tomorrow, part three.