I have a problem...

A pajama problem.  I love pajamas.  I love the soft fleece feel.  I love the snuggles and I LOVE DROPSEATS!

While my husband and I were walking through Walmart, I noticed that they had put out the winter pajamas.  I was eyeing these sheep jammies and pawing through looking for these cat pajamas that I missed out on buying last year.  I was bummed because the kitty pajamas had a hood with ears and a tail!

So, I'm looking through the pajamas when I found a pair of green ones that said, "I'm a frog!  Look behind!"  Could it be???  Was Walmart carrying dropseat jammies!!!!????


YES!

I couldn't help myself.  I bought two.  A frog and a fox.

This is one happy SAS.

Shadowlane Part VIII: Spanking Court and The Hofbräuhaus

If you missed the other parts: 

                   Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Morning rolled around and our suite was slowly getting up to head down to Strictdave’s Spanking Court.   Since I was the first person ready and I didn’t want to be late, I headed down myself and managed to pull up a spot of floor in the front row.  I felt that this year there was the perfect amount of court cases.  Not too many and all that were amusing.

For my “Reckless Abandonment” case, even though there were several people in the suite Friday night, Heather was the person I called up on charges.  1.)  I knew she would show up to court.  2.)  I knew she would be okay with being called up on court charges.  3.)  She was the person I asked to make she it was okay that I used their restroom, and 4.)  I knew she would be smart, witty, and hilarious.

I presented my case and attempted to be entertaining as I explained the horror of coming out of the bathroom to an empty suite and thinking everyone was playing a joke on me… only to find out nope, they left me.  I had laughs and awwwwws and one gasp as I said, “What the fuck!”   Heather fought back and presented a good defense, however, Strictdave would end up ruling in my favor.  I wasn’t completely out of the woods though, because even though I was telling a story, I was sentenced two swats with leather because I said, “fuck” for contempt of court.  I got up and forgot my hug from SD and had to deal with the laughter of “abandoning” Dave.   Heather took her swats like a champ and smiles were prevalent from everyone watching the court case.

Court continued and ended with a very memorable case of Sandy vs Rad.  You know it would be good when Rad feigned surprise and exclaimed, “WHAT THE FUCK!?” when his case was announced (I would like to point out the double standard of him NOT being charged with contempt of court. ;) )  Sandy accused Rad of ruining a romantic moment and Rad defended himself by working the audience (lots of awwwwwwws from the women) and proclaiming that Sandy knew what she had gotten herself into when she married him AND that she wouldn't have him any other way.  Rad even managed to get Bob the DJ to play Sandy and Rad’s wedding dance song.  It was an adorable mixture of humor and love shared between two.

As court ended, the cat herding began as a group of us met to head down to the strip to eat tapas.  I ended up in OS's car with Aurora, Corey, and a man I hadn't met before and can’t remember his handle.  The three in the back chatted as I entertained OS with stories of my youth.  Very exciting stories.  In fact, I was so wrapped up in my stories that I wasn't paying attention to the GPS as it squawked for us to turn.  I was horrified.  It looked as if everyone had been following us, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise.  Apparently I had put the wrong address into the GPS and OS was driving based on his memory of the location.  My face was bright red as we parked the car and I felt horrible considering I really only had ONE job.

Lunch itself was a delicious variety of Tapas and Sangria.  We put our trust into StrictDave to order and we were not disappointed.  It was such a wonderful mixture of food.  The sangria was my favorite part and I've been craving it since leaving the restaurant!

After lunch, more than half the group headed back to get ready for the Singapore Prison group role play.   Since we were not participating, Pubsie and I stayed with the group that was visiting the strip and heading to the Hofbräuhaus to experience their “shots.”  I had never been to the Hofbräuhaus in Vegas but was well aware of their tradition of spanking anyone with their paddles for ordering a shot.   OS was a little *TOO* excited when he told the waitress that he wanted to buy shots for all the ladies.  The waitress let out an evil smile and said, “I may look innocent, but I love to spank!”  OS even told her that the harder she spanked us, the higher her tip would be.

The shots came out and the waitress came out with the biggest grin on her face.  She pulled us up one by one, made us bend over the table,  spread our legs, and checked our back pockets to make sure nothing was there.  She gave us three swats, two light swats and one hard.  When I bent over the table for my swats, I was well aware of the number of people who were watching our large, cheering group.   She gave out her two light swats, and then let me have it.  I actually shrieked in surprise and jumped up.  Everyone cheered and we moved onto the next girl.  We had so much fun, we ended up ordering another round of shots, this time for EVERYONE (even the guys) in our group.  There was a lot of hooting and hollering, and more people in the restaurant were interested in getting their own spankings.

Being in a vanilla setting indulging our kink was an incredibly liberating feeling.  We enjoyed our beverages, did our shots, and bent over for public spankings!  We laughed as the waitress told Stacy that for some reason she was hard to hit.  We laughed as the table next to us told Heather that she took her paddling like a champ!  We laughed as Maria became a “mean” drunk, and Aurora was called out on her wiggling.  We nearly died as Dirk bought OS a shot just to watch him get paddled.  We all left the restaurant grinning from ear to ear. 

We headed back to the hotel to get ready for our last night together in Vegas.


***EDIT***

I can't believe I forgot to add this part!  While in the bathroom, two vanilla girls came in.  I was washing my hands when I head one girl say, "Man... i have some redness!"  Her friend responded with, "yeah... that can happen!"  I almost wet myself running out of the bathroom to meet back with our group of friends and share that little tibit!

Shadowlane Part III: British Detention with Aurora

If you missed them:

Part I  Part II

My "just resting my eyes" turned into a full fledged nap, something I HATE doing at parties. ;)  I have a fear of sleeping when everyone else is awake.  What if I miss something?  Then everyone will be talking about that one spectacular moment and I will be the loser who has to admit that I was sleeping. 

Luckily I had set my alarm clock earlier to remind me that it was time to get ready.  Pubsie had come back to the room to wake me up and even though I was groggy, I wanted to make sure that I was ready and on time for my detention session.  

The British detention events have been occurring at the past few parties.  With a headmaster, head girl, witness and a punishment book that all the naughties must sign, this group does an amazing job at setting a scene for those of us with school girl fetishes! At BBW, Maria corralled all the cousins into a session and it was a blast.  About a week afterwards, I discovered that I had been carrying around my detention slip in my purse! Snickering to myself, I posted a picture of my slip online.  Then goody-two shoes Stacy felt the need to post hers and show everyone how she wasn't at all in the slightest bit of trouble. Since we all know *that* isn't true, I set out to prove that she really was a trouble maker!  Scheming, sleuthing, and pulling in resources from across the country, I was able to snag evidence that little Miss Stacy really did get in trouble!!  All of that happened four months ago, and as funny as it all was, it was pushed to the back of my mind.  

Until three days before Shadowlane. 

I was actually for once being a super good girl focusing on my work and trying to get myself ahead for the next week when I decided to take a quick perv break and sign on to fet. My @'s were lit up and I was greeted with this status message:

                           

Apparently someone decided to point a certain British headmaster to my mischievous thread and he felt the need to revive it.  

I was no longer able to focus on my work that night.  

Since I really wanted to do the detention again, and because I was too chicken to sign up alone, I volunteered Aurora to go with me. :)  I knew she would be game!  The two of us had gotten dressed and headed down to the detention suite to await our scheduled time. 

I would love to say that everything this weekend was absolutely perfect, but just prior to detention I had a not so good moment.  Our floor was mixed with both vanillas and Spankos and I was dressed in full school girl uniform.  Alex Reynolds was waiting outside the door in her school uniform, and when the door next to the British detention suite opened, a vanilla woman walked out and saw us hanging out in the hallway.  The woman instantly approached us and asked what was going on.  We didn't answer her and she pressed asking if this was some sort of fetish thing.  She seemed nice enough, just curious, but then went into this diatribe about how her 14 year old daughter was in the next room, and that we better not let the kid see us, blah, blah, and blah.  She continued on her way but my headspace was shot.  I teared and thought about my vanilla life and how that this was the first time in a long time that I was ashamed of being a spanko.

At that moment Stacy, Crashdance, and Somaholiday came down the hall to tease us, but they instantly saw my face and asked what was wrong.  This is why I love having my girls.  They could tell I was upset and worked to make it better.  By the time the door opened for me to walk in, I was feeling better and the looming figures of the British detention team was able to snap me back into place.  The mean vanilla lady was pushed to the back of my mind.  

Aurora and I were given out slips earlier and told not to open them.  I had protected mine by putting it in the room, but Aurora's was taken by RainySpanker and torn.  Boys can be so mean sometimes!  We presented our slips and I smirked as Aurora tried to explain what had happened.  My enveloped was opened and I was told to read my slip.  I almost cracked up as I read, "Kathryn's catalogue of naughtiness is too full to fit within these margins.  However, her attempts to trivialize this very process is something that is needed to be addressed urgently."

Headmaster Lewis asked for me to explain to the others what exactly I did.  I paused for a moment trying to figure out how to start and was then guided over Stephen Lewis's knee.  He began to spank me and told me to begin explaining.  I quickly told my cliff noted version of the story and was met with a British detention group that was trying very hard not to laugh.  I attempted to give my award winning smile, but it didn't help my case.

Next was Aurora and I can't remember exactly what it said, but it did involve her claims of always being the "good" one was clearly showing that she was actually a ring leader.  I was apparently smiling too hard at the thought of Aurora being punished.  When asked if I was enjoying this, I quickly said no, but after being yelled at to tell the truth, I admitted that I was.  I was then told to turn around and not watch. :(

Aurora was told to stand up and I was asked to bend over the table and stretch all the way across.  I receive a "six of the best" caning that was so yummy I almost smarted off just to receive more.  Aurora was next, and then the two of us were told to kneel on chairs that faced each other and watch as the other received a final three strokes.  

The play was great, but the best part happened next.  After we were told to thank the head girl for recording our punishments and Mr. Kennedy for witnessing it, the headmaster asked us to thank him for punishing him.  I tried to give him my winningest smile as I thanked him, but his stare down showed me that he wasn't buying it.  Then Aurora made this long speech thanking the headmaster that I knew was sincere, but actually sounded as if she was being a smart ass.  He then continued to stare her down and I couldn't help but cough out *RINGLEADER* under my breath.  The stern glare was directed back at me before he announced that he demanded to see us both back at 2pm the next day.  We left smiling and I couldn't help but laugh at the fact we were given "detention" during detention.  This had been such a wonderful scene and I thank Stephen Lewis for being willing to set this up for us!

Courage Panties

I have to be brave tonight.  Very brave.  Braver than I normally am when it comes to such things.  I'm thinking it is time to put on my courage panties!

What are courage panties?  They are the panties I wear when I need an extra boost of confidence!  Most have secret messages on them and when I am most terrified, I remind myself that I have my courage panties on.

The phrases I whisper to myself when I need super confidence

I know it's silly, but you know what?  They really work.  When I finally jumped  out into the scene and went to my first major spanking party, I had to pack my Wonder Woman panties just in case.

Wonder Woman panties boosted my confidence at my first ever shadowlane/spanking party

So tonight I don my "fabulous" panties to remind myself that I can be fabulous if I want to be!  They will help me do the scariest of scarys and boost my confidence to remind me that I can do it.

Everyone should have their own pair of courage panties!

XII: Saying Goodbye the Socially Awkward Spanko Way

This picture belongs further down, but I would rather have this pop up on the blog lists than the blister one!

This is my last party entry!  If you missed any click here:

Part I            Part V        Part IX

Part II        Part VI      Part X

Part III        Part VII       Part XI

Part IV        Part VIII       Part XII

After the awesome scene we all headed back down towards the suite parties.  I was loopy and a little out of it, but I'm pretty sure I had a huge dopey grin on my face.  Kor-E managed to take my hand and pull me over his knee.  I felt really bad because I was starting to come down and the reality of the spanking I just took was starting to hit.  I was sore.  I had a few spots in particular that really hurt even when just lightly touched.  One on my sit spot turned out to be a blister.  I literally had my bottom blistered!

An actual blister!!!!

Kor-E was barely touching me and I couldn't help but say, "Ouch!  Ow! Ow!"  He laughed and said that the ouchies were music to his ears!  I was still loopy from the scene before, but it was nice to Kor-E to cool me down.  I almost fell asleep over his lap I was so relaxed! Then he would touch an ouchie spot with his fingernails!  Even the nicest tops are really super mean. ;)

A group of our friends were sitting in the hallway outside of a suite room.  With my husband being there, I curled up next to him and put my head on his lap.  I'm not sure if I actually fell asleep, but he was pushing for me to go to bed.  I hate going to bed when everyone is still up.  I feel like I will miss something!!  He tricked me into going back to our room and lying on the bed to apply arinca and lotion to combat some of the bruising.  Once I was face down on the bed, I fell asleep and was not going back out to the party.  :(

Waking up came all too soon.  Apparently our hotel was trying to get back at us for our late night smacking sounds and decided to start drilling and hammering on the ceiling above us!  It was torture!!!  Who the hell drills and hammers above hotel rooms at 7 fucking am?  I was so tired that after tossing and turning, I was able to put a pillow around my ears and fall back asleep.  When I would wake the second time, the drilling would be finished.

Heather, Publikk, and I slowly started to pack up all the scattered clothing items and implements around our room.  Publikk and I had a few hours before we had to leave for our flight, and Uncle OS had extended his room stay and was nice enough to let us stick our suitcases in there before checkout.  Hugs farewell are the hardest things for me to do.  Sarah_Rocks and PPD were able to sneak away early in the morning without me balling my eyes out to her.  Poor jules wasn't as lucky!  I gave Uncle Mike and Aunt Miranda a huge hug and walked down to the lobby with jules to say goodbye.  I hate that we all live so far apart from one another.  I hate more that I work a job with such crappy pay that doesn't allow me to be able to visit everyone as much as I would like!  We gave final hugs and turned away to meet with some stragglers for lunch at the hotel buffet.

Strictdave, Stacy, Uncle OS, Ellee, Beth, YoggSothoth, Heather, Maria, Kor-E, Publikk and I took over a table to enjoy our last minute company with each other.  I was able to witness how evil StrictDave really is when poor little Ellee came bouncy back to the table with a bowl of ice cream and sprinkles and he decided to dump his left over shrimp legs into it!  The tragic look on her face was adorable and I felt so bad for her.  Luckily he set it right by getting her another bowl of ice cream with sprinkles.

Publikk and I were talking about taking one last walk on the boardwalk when he knocked over what I thought was water (it was sprite!) all over me.  My pants were soaked and uncomfortable and I had no desire to walk around with wet jeans for the rest of the day.  I asked Uncle OS if it was okay to use the hair dryer in his room to try and dry my pants.  On the way up I ran into my lovely mistress/wifey/ the Power Aurora and had to stop and give big hugs.  Aurora was starting a new adventure of her own this week moving her even farther way from me.  :(  I teared up saying goodbye and left shivering thanks to the stupid wet sprite pants.

I was able to get the hair dryer going and helped lessen the yuck of the sprite pants, but at that moment I decided to ruin any pleasant good bye I could have had by knocking over a bottle of red nail polish and having it shatter all over my foot and the floor of the hotel bathroom.  I was horrified at the huge mess I had just made and starting shrieking, "OH! OH! OH!"  StrictDave, Publikk, and Ellee came running to see what was wrong, and it took them a second to realize it wasn't blood all over my foot, but nail polish!  If you have ever spilled nail polish before, you know what a bitch it is to clean up.  I was in full panic/horror mode because I felt so horrible that my klutziness managed to make a disaster of a mess right before we had to leave.  I ran and got some paper towels, picked glass out of my foot, and tried to wipe up as much as the nail polish I could.  Panicking I sent Publikk to run down to the store and pick up some nail polish remover and I fought back tears as I tried my hardest to clean the mess up.  Stacy came upstairs and saw my mess and grabbed some nail polish remover pads and began to help me clean up the floor.  I felt horrible in making her help and by using up all her nail polish remover.  We were able to get the majority of the nail polish off the ground, and in retrospect it really wasn't that big of a disaster as I felt it to be, but it's those types of dumb klutzy things that I do that make me nervous that everyone will shun me and leave being mad at me.

Because I felt horrible, I couldn't help but apologize a million times.  Apparently I was apologizing too much, and Kor-E felt the need give me a "proper" goodbye/reminder to not apologize too much. Then when I called Publikk to let him know he didn't need to buy the nail polish remover, I kept apologizing to him on the phone because I felt bad ruining HIS last moments.  Apparently I was told that if I apologized one more time I would get the hairbrush, and even then I continued to say I was sorry.  I couldn't help it!  I felt so guilty and I still feel guilty.  I was then bent over the chair and given the most confusing hairbrush spanking ever!  I had to say I wasn't sorry, but then I kept apologizing for saying I'm sorry!!  So I was sorry for being sorry and that didn't help either!  At least it made me giggle and stop freaking out!

The sorry I'm sorry spanking!  Photo by the lovely Stacymacy

For the record and I promise the final time I will say it, I really am sorry that that was how I managed to end our time together!  I'm sorry that I broke the nail polish, shrieked, and made a huge mess.  I am sorry that I left glass and nail polish all over the bathroom floor.  I am sorry that I used up all the nail polish remover wipes and made Publikk run to the store to grab some more when he didn't need to.  I'm sorry I used up several paper towels and potentially made the maids super angry and would have caused them to file extra charges to the room for my klutziness.  I am so sorry that I caused that huge mess moments before we had to leave.

It was time for last minute hugs and there were so many people that I wanted to hang on to and never let go.  That final goodbye and party drop is the worse.  I do not have many close vanilla friends, especially in the town I currently live in.  To have found so many wonderful, lovely people who as a bonus happen to be spankos too, and then sprinkle them all over the country far away from me is one of the cruelest tortures the universe has thrown my way.

Publikk and I left the suite floor for the last time and met up with Melville who would be flying back home with us.  The hour and a half to the airport was spent chatting and discussing the wonderful weekend.  I sat in the back of the van as we drove lost in my emotions and thoughts.  I sent a few texts in an attempt to hold on to the awesome weekend and began jotting down any notes and memories from the weekend that I could in order to help organize my thoughts.  I felt the soreness of the weekend as I sat in the van, moved around the airport, and settled down onto the plane.  I smiled to myself as I leaned against my Pubsie and tried not to let myself cry the whole way home.

Thank you to EVERYONE who made my weekend as amazing as it was.  I love you all so much and have bought some lottery tickets in the hope of being able to someday buy the spanking island commune for all of us.

BBW Post XI: Sunday Night Suite Parties and One of my Best Scenes Ever

If you missed any, start here:

Part I

As detention ended, the girls heading on down to join the many people already filling up the suites.  Even though the official party was over, so many people were staying Sunday night.  The atmosphere seems much more relaxed as friends chat and play some last minute scenes.  It is always fun to see the different type of relationships that form and/or strengthen throughout the weekend.  

I watched as certain scenes were set up and smiled as I watched a nervous Heather still in her school girl outfit waiting to get her detention slipped signed.  I threw Aurora under the bus since Publikk hadn't spanked all 3/3s of the power.  I watched hugs being given, drinks being poured, and a wave of happy content outpouring from each of the individual faces of all the party attendees.  

Topjosh and I had swore that we would get a scene in at some point this weekend.  Since it was already Sunday night and we still had not played, he pulled me aside and tried to find some place to play.  All the rooms in the suites were hopping so I suggested that we go down to our room.  Apparently Publikk and Sarah_Rocks had the same idea, so I asked Topjosh if he was okay if they came down to the room as well.

Poor Topjosh!  I don't think he realized what he was signing up for when both Sarah and I are together in a room.  The two of us feed off of each other and Sarah's banter is hilarious.  Josh was cracking up for our entire scene and it was one of the most fun and light-hearted moments of the party!  I was so glad we were able to finally connect and play more than just a few smacks at the end of a party!

As the night went on, I was really hoping that Uncle OS and I would get the chance to reconnect after our earlier scene didn't happen.  Unfortunately for me, I was having a few of my nagging thoughts picking away at my happy thoughts and I was feeling very insecure.  The wave of emotion one goes through at a party is hard on the normal person.  I'm not a normal person, lol.  When emotions, and adrenaline, and hormones build up, I start to become shaky and lose any confidence that I may have.  As much as I wanted this scene, there was no way I was going to ask for it. Being told "no" twice in one party especially by someone I care about may have resulted in my quitting of the scene and turning vanilla forever more!  I also didn't want him to feel like we had to play in some pity play type of way.  So although I had bratted and teased, I wanted him to be sure he knew that he didn't have to play with me.  

Luckily he told me that he still needed to "deal" with me, but he needed to take care of something first. I hung out waiting with butterflies building in my tummy.  I was really worried that I was coming off as way too needy and I paced a little in the hallway in an attempt to calm myself down.   It was nice that while I was waiting a few people asked if I was interested in playing.  I declined stating that I was waiting for a scene and because at that point in the weekend I was starting to wonder what my tolerance was.  When would it be the "last spank" that I could handle?   Unfortunately, Kor-E was one of the people I had to say no and wait until later, but I knew that he knew I was waiting and that there was no way we would go a party without him getting his hands on me!

My nerves had built up and I started pacing again as I waited.  In my head I felt that it was very important for me to mention that I was okay with him not wanting to play and provide him with an out.  When I saw him and his lovely little girl Stacy walking up the hallway, I wanted to mention it to him.  I quietly whispered that I was okay if he didn't want to play and that he really didn't have to.   I was responded with a "No, young lady!  You are not getting out of this."  The he turned and pointed to a corner in the hallway and said, "In fact... go stand in that corner and wait!"  My good friend Stacy came to my rescue and told her Daddy that I do not do corners and that he should read my fetish list!  Thank you Stacy for reading my fetish report! (If you are curious what she was talking about, click here!)  We walked down to my room and he asked when corners became a "red" for me, and I had to explain how it wasn't a hard limit for me, it's just that corner time just doesn't do it for me (especially after staring at the wall during the British Detention all night!).  I have way too much A.D.D. to focus and stand still for too long!!

Cornertime for me involves way too much fidgeting and tugging at my hair!

I don't think I fully realized how much I was craving the type of scene we were about to have.  I knew that I wanted to play, I just didn't think that he would be able to get into my mind and head space the way that he would.  He put me over his knee and began to spank me while talking about my obnoxious feelings.  I didn't want to talk about being rejected, but he dragged it out of me.  When I started crying over it like a pathetic loser, he pulled me in for a hug and held me until I stopped.

When I get nagging thoughts in my head, I do turn a bit stubborn.  I can't remember exactly why, but at some point I refused to comply with what he was saying.  He threatened to get his hairbrush and I made the mistake of rolling my eyes.  That sealed my fate and was told, "I don't care if standing in the corner does nothing for you, you are going to stand there anyway!  Get in a corner!"  When my mouth spoke before my brain and said, "all the corners have stuff in them" I was given one of the sternest looks I have ever received!  I think it may have been a personal record on how fast I turned around and found a corner to stick my nose into!  

I was left to stand in the corner for a short amount of time as he ran and fetched his hairbrush before being put back over his knee.  After being scolded for pulling my panties back up without permission, the swat with the hairbrush came raining down. Uncle OS's hairbrush is one of the meanest hairbrushes around and he has a very unhealthy obsession with it.  Oddly enough though, as much as I hate wood... he has such a great technique with it that it is not the horrible torture that wood usually is on me.  

Between the hairbrushing, and combination of soothing yet stern words, I was starting to let go and allowing myself to submit to the pain and take it in.  It is a very freeing feeling to be able to put my guard down.  I trusted him.  I trusted him to see me at my most vulnerable and I loved it.  He bent me back over the bed and took his belt off and began to strap me.  All I had to say was that I promised to be his good little niece and it would have stopped.  I couldn't bring myself to say it.  I wanted the scene to keep going and I was too stubborn to admit anything! After five minutes he stopped and asked me if I was ready to say it.  I just looked up at him and remained silent.  He said, "Fine.  I can do this all night."  I still wasn't ready to cave after another five minutes.  Even when he started strapping my thighs I stayed silent.  When he said that I wouldn't being wearing any short skirts any time soon...  I stayed silent.  I think it was after 13 straight minutes that I finally said that I was willing to be his good little niece!!!

Apparently I shouldn't wear shorts either... 

Afterwards he pulled me in and held me and talked such sweet words that I tried so hard to let myself believe.  This was one of the best scenes I had ever had and I am so grateful that he is nice enough to want to play with me.  I'm not sure if he knew what a mess I was prior to playing, but that one scene made my whole weekend and it was worth waiting until Sunday night to have it.   It is so rare for someone to be able to tap into my headspace, and it means the world to mean that he did.

Poor Stacy and Heather were waiting for us concerned after he ran out of the room and got his hairbrush!  I was so happy for them to come in and give hugs as I sat in my spacey, after a perfect scene giddiness.  I also loved that they ratted each other out for their school misbehavings and both ended up being bent over the bed for licks of their own.  I sat on the bed and watched like the little perv I am and then I took the opportunity to sneak my own school detention slip into the mix so it would be signed without consequence!  ;)

 Sunday night was such a wonderful night for me.

Boardwalk Badness Weekend Part I

I am back from another amazing party weekend at BBW!!!!  To fight the drop, I have spent last night and parts of today attempting to jot down every memory that I could think of and actually hurry up and blog about the weekend before I forget!!  This was the best party I have ever been to and I had several memorable moments with great people, chosen family and friends.  Based on the notes I jotted down, I will need to break the weekend up into several blog posts, lol.


So I present to you:  BOARDWALK BADNESS WEEKEND 2014 from the view point of SAS.  Enjoy.



The week leading up to BBW was not a great week for me.  Due to some things going on in my vanilla life, I have been extra jumpy and stressed. Last Sunday my face decided to revolt against me and my lips broke out really bad.  I looked as if I walked into something, was punched in the mouth, or fell on my face.  I was horrified.  With bad news on Thursday prior to leaving for the party, I was extra shaky, nervous, and miserable.  I was feeling so horrible about everything and myself that I almost backed out of going to the party at all.  Worse, I was worried that people would take one look at my face and run for the hills!

                                        
                                                                     "Face Leprosy" 

We left town Thursday evening and started our adventure north to Atlantic City.  I was on pins and needles and bouncing with both nerves and excitement.  I was terribly jealous of all the people who were already at the party and texts were coming all day asking where we were!  I hate having to miss some of the fun but unfortunately I just don't have the extra days to take off!  This was the first BBW party where we were actually staying until Monday!  Even though we got an extra day, I couldn't help but wish I was able to take off MORE time.  ;)

Our travels were uneventful until we attempted to get our rental car.  One guy working the counter and we were the last flight of the night!  It took him ONE FREAKING HOUR to give us our car.  I was climbing up the walls as this point.  Didn't the rental place understand that we had a party to get to!!??

Finally on our way, we didn't end up getting to the hotel until after 1am.  Taking the elevator to the suite floor, I tried to bury my face in my coat so no one would see my face leprosy since any makeup I did have on had worn off.  Unfortunately (only at that one moment), our room was on the suite floor and I was unable to duck into my room unseen.  As happy as I was to see friends, I was tired, annoyed with the rental car place, still nervous and upset about how people would react to my face, and hyped up on emotions.  Quickly looking for Heather who kindly had offered to share her room with us, I tried to avoid as many people as possible until I had the chance to freshen up!

I was a nervous wreck as I decided to brave the people, but luckily the first people I saw were my lovely girls who made me feel better about my face.  I was so mortified as my eyes teared up, but my horrible week and face leprosy made me so anxious that I couldn't help it.  Hugs from jules helped to calm me down and words of encouragement reminded me why I love these wonderful people!!  Feeling much braver I went in the rooms and hugged and greeted many as I jumped up and down squealed!  1/3 of THE POWER waited up for me as the lovely Ms. Sarah_Rocks threw her arms around me!  Rainyspanker greeted my with his tradition bear hug that involved picking me up into the air.  I believe my favorite greeting of the night came from Uncle OS when I thought I was leaning in for a hug and was bent over the ottoman and spanked instead!!  That is officially my party record as the fastest I've ever been spanked at a party.  Thursday night (or I guess I should say Friday morning!) came to an end as I had some amazing girl catch up time, a nightcap, and went to bed around 3am.  Pretty early for me!  We had a whole weekend of partying ahead of us.  ;)

DD and Marriage; is it possible to achieve, or am I just too stubborn?

I think it is pretty safe to say that I am pretty into spanking.

When I first ventured into the scene, I thought the only type of spankings that existed were discipline spankings and that in order to achieve said goal, bratting was the only way to do it.  I didn't really do anything "bad" that needed a spanking, so being annoying seemed the way to go.

Only, I HATED being a brat.  Pranks and tricks are not my thing.  Being sassy has always been apart of who I am, but my making a smart ass comment doesn't necessarily mean I am trying to get a spanking.  I'm just being me.

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Funishment:  Naughty Baker

As my scene life evolved, I eventually learned that I am much more comfortable doing role plays for (using Richard Windsor's word) funishment.  It's fun, playful, and it is not something real that I may have done.  I am able to satisfy my needs and hopefully my partner's needs as well.


In reality, growing up and even growing up in my scene life, I never really needed any type of discipline type spankings.  I do my job, I am a safe driver, I tend not to be irresponsible, and I would never intentionally do something to hurt a person I care about's feelings.  That is not me.


When my husband and I first began our relationship, real discipline spankings were sprinkled into it.  I could tell back then it wasn't his favorite thing to do, and as our relationship grew into more than just "spanko" playmates, we became equals.  I do understand that many women enjoy taking a submissive role to their husbands, but I had been taking care of myself for so long, I wasn't able to be in a relationship where I felt subservient to my partner.  My husband does take care of me, but any major decisions in our life is discussed between us and decided together.

Funishment:  Naughty Baker

Eventually discipline type spankings disappeared from our relationship completely, and I was okay with that.

So I thought.

There were a few items that I asked my husband to help me with, but he never kept up with it.  I called him out on it and he let me know that he didn't think I really wanted a DD type relationship in our marriage, and the punishment aspect of spanking just doesn't seem to work with us.  I agreed and let it go.  I didn't want my husband to do anything he didn't feel comfortable with, it wouldn't be fair to him.

Then last year I did do something that hurt a dear friend of mine and made him very angry with me.  To make a long story short, I did something that I thought was playful, but in reality it annoyed him.  I didn't realize it annoyed him and kept at it until it basically blew up in my face.  I was horrified that I had hurt him and quickly tried to make it right.  Last summer in an unplanned scene, he spanked me for the incident.  It was not the hardest spanking I ever had, but I cried, something I never do during scenes.  I cried not because of the spanking, but because he was so disappointed in me and my actions.  I never want to do that to him again.

Funishment: Top in the  Corner

As much as I hate crying in front of people, and as much as I hated having to have a scene like that, it was also very cathartic.  I did something wrong that hurt someone I love, but instead of dropping me from his life, he punished me and cleared the air between us.  I knew all was forgiven and I wanted to be a better person because of it.  It is one of the most powerful scenes I have ever been a part of.

The scene stayed with me and I began to think about having a DD relationship again.  It hadn't worked in our relationship before, but maybe I changed?  However, even if I had changed would my husband's feelings have changed?  I became jealous of the discipline relationships my husband had with other girls.  To clarify, it wasn't jealousy of his playing with others (we both play with others), I was jealous that when it came to other girls, he could play the part of the disciplinarian and punish them if needed.

Last  May I became sick and was put on a strict diet that until recently, I followed very well.  I was also put on medication for some health issues that I need to take twice a day to avoid becoming sick.  I don't know if it was the holidays or I was just fed up with everything, but I fell off the wagon and I fell hard.  For whatever reason, I suck at taking my medications.  I either forget in the morning, or I forget at night... more than once a week.  I don't mean to forget, but I do.  Then this past week I went back to my doctor where he told me how disappointed he was with me, and I left feeling ashamed of myself.  I felt and still feel actually, like I failed myself.  I hate feeling like a failure and I had no one to blame but myself.

So I asked my husband for help.  I asked him to help me get back on the diet that doesn't make me sick and to make sure I actually take my medication twice a day.   I failed.  I failed horribly.  I am so miserable with myself that I keep chastising myself  and asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me.  Based on what I asked for, I deserve to be punished. However, once again it doesn't look like a punishment relationship will work for us.  I know he hates punishing me for real offensives, but part of me wants to be able to have someone else chastise me and release that pent up self loathing that I form about myself.

I'm curious to know what others think.  Are you able to have a DD relationship with your significant other?  Do you have a significant other who plays with you but not in a disciplinarian type of way?  Do you have a DD relationship with a different partner that is different from the relationship you have with your lover?  Do you have a DD relationship with someone and you are not romantically involved?

I would love to read your thoughts and comments on the subject.

 Funishment:  Christmas Hairbrushing and Dropseat Fun

Your Life Will Never Be Boring

When my husband proposed to me, the one thing he was most often told was "your life will never be boring." I figure I would share one of our "life will never be boring" moments with you:

So my husband was spanking me in a very boring, pat-pat kind of way.  He made up some yadi-yada excuse for it and was blah-blahing some lecture to me, so I decided to check my phone.  Sure enough I had a few text responses!  A little silly banter text wise with a reminder of the time I threw Sarah_Rocks under the bus drew out the threat, "Do we need to have another "chat," young lady?"

Well, I couldn't resist sharing the fact that I currently was having a "chat."  Then to prove my point, I took this "selfie":

I sent it to the group text and smirked to myself at my cleverness.

Then I decided to post it to Fet.  :-D


Of course my husband was all whiny that I would do such a thing.  So I had to show him how to do a "selfie" and then he demanded that we have another "chat".

His version of a "selfie"

Sheesh. What a cranky (copy) pants (cat)!

Shake it like a Polaroid Picture!

I spend WAY too much time on Fetlife.  WAY too much.  So much in fact, that sometimes I accidentally say Fetlife instead of facebook while conversing with vanillas.

Opps.

I'm pretty snarky.  I rather enjoy the petty drama that break out on boards from some butthurt troll trying to get a rise, to the uberest of uberdoms who swear their way is the only way and talks down condescendingly to everyone who disagrees with them.  I'm the person that comes on and makes a smart ass comment that may or may not have something to do with the topic at hand.   It's better than a soap opera!

Threads and the people who respond shall be a post for another day.  ;)

I'm am more fascinated with the posting of pictures.

I have not yet decided if I am going to post pictures to this new blog.  My old blog had several pictures. However, I would post some pictures of myself and next thing I knew I was finding pictures of myself on people's blogs and webpages.  I would be looking at pictures on Fet and other sites and would find a picture of myself with a description giving me a brand new name and a story of what they spanked me for and how I was spanked.

It was pretty frustrating.

I do have several pictures on my fetlife account.  Most are set to private, but the pictures that hide my face are available for everyone to see.  I know that having public pictures allows for everyone and their mother to write a comment, but the comments themselves are what fascinated me.

I wont lie.  I post pictures for attention.  ;)  If I think a picture is horrible I wont post it.  If I really like a picture I put it out there in the hopes of getting nice comments.  I also like to share these pictures with my friends so they can get a brief glimpse into my husband's and my spanko life.  Mostly though, I'm just an attention whore.

I love to go around to all of my friend's pictures and post a comment and hit that 'love' button.  If an interesting picture pops up in my feed, I click it.  Sometimes I love it, sometimes I wish I could bleach my eyes out.  For the most part I love what people share and think it is pretty cool that we have a social networking site that allows for us kinky individuals to gather, converse, and share.

In addition to the wonderful comments my friends leave, I tend to get comments from the serial commentators.  Nice comments, generic comments, backhanded compliments, and the down right mean.

My favorite is the "I love a girl with a fat ass."  Gee... thanks.  That is what EVERY girl wants to hear.

Or how about the "Nothing like a big bottomed girl standing in the corner."  Not much better than the comment above.

Or how about the comments that say, "I would shove my dick up that fat ass and fuck the shit out of it!"  Does that EVER work??!!??  Or the "I'll jizz all over that face!"  EEWWWWWW!

One day I logged on to Fet to see that I had 46@s and my email was blown up with fetlife emails.  One guy went through and started to love AND comment on all of my public photos.  I had never once met this guy, talked to this guy, or even SEEN this guy before.

This man started off with generic "nice ass" comments.  Then started off with how HE would spank me and how my butt could be redder.  Then as he continued making this comments, it was as if we became friends.  He started adding honey and sweetie, then my name, then my apparent "full name" (it wasn't) and finally he ended it as if we had just done the scene.  Weird.

Do you have any favorite photo comments?  Do you have a favorite line that you like to leave on comments?  Feel free to add them in the comments.  ;)