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.

BBW Part VIII: Court, Lunch, and Sassing Uncle OS

If you missed the other parts, start here:

BBW Part I

Sleep is something that you do not get at these events.  After going to bed at around 6 AM, I needed to wake up a few hours later for Spanking Court.  Thankfully Spanking Court was pushed to noon this year and that extra hour did make a difference.  I knew that I was involved in at least two court cases so I needed to make sure I was there on time!

The first case that I was called on involved my scene with hornybastard and being tossed to the ground!  This was HB's first party so I wasn't sure if he would be okay with me calling him up on charges. Luckily he is a good sport, and he somehow managed to win!  I love doing these court cases where people crack up and chuckle as you're explaining what is going on.  I still can't believe I lost, and sure enough I was bent over a chair for four swats from Judge Dave.

The second case I was involved in was Sarah_Rocks and I versus Mike Tanner and Jules. The charge? Attempting to get into lunch without having their name badge!  Jules managed to build a wonderful case and Sarah and I were convinced we were going to lose.  However, Mike Tanner leans over and whispers to Jules, "tell them where guilty!"  I nearly fell over laughing!  With that comment Sarah_Rocks and I won our case!

After court, a bunch of us ran around to help tear down the ballroom and packed up the curtains and banners that were hanging around the room.  As what has become a lovely tradition on Sunday after court, a large group of us went for family-style Italian food!  Publikk and I climbed into our roomy rented minivan, and headed over to join the group.

Lunch on Sunday is always so relaxing. We get to hang out, talk, and enjoy each others company.  We also get to leave the hotel!!  I was still feeling a little insecure, but I was also feeling very sassy.  It turns out to not be a good combination.  OlympiaSpanker was sitting not too far from me.  All weekend he was being very mean to me. :(  Not in the fun spanking way, but in the "let me make fun of your sports teams and other things that you like" type of way.  The tired brat in me was making comment after comment until he threatened to take the keys to the van and march me off to the parking garage for misbehaving.  Apparently that threat wasn't good enough, because the next threat was to march me over to the public bathroom, with a promise that he was not kidding. That was when I decided that I must have stepped over the line and should probably quiet down.  Not without a stubborn pout directed his way!   Poor Prux and Reina who were sitting across from me became silent after that exchange of words.  My knees were shaking as well, especially after I was told I did indeed step over that line and that it would be dealt with shortly.

This type of scene set up is very rare for me.  I was in the perfect headspace to be spanked in the van in the parking garage for misbehaving in the restaurant.  I was sorry for pushing and embarrassed that a public spanking was inevitable.  It was not planned, it just happened.  A real spanking for real misbehavior.  It doesn't get any better than that!

Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, the scene was unable to take place because Uncle OS and Stacy had to ride back to the hotel with another person. It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over my head and I was so disappointed.  I didn't know when or if we would ever get another chance like that. I didn't even know if we would have the head space set up to address the restaurant behavior later.  Public threats with semi public spankings is apparently a huge spanko turn on for me!  Having it be for something real was the sprinkle and cherries on top.  I hope to somehow get that chance again someday!

Publikk and I headed to the parking garage by ourselves, and our poor rental van would remain spank free.  At least we had the Adult Speaking Cruise to look forward to!

BBW Part VII: It is not always rainbows and butterflies

I hesitated in writing this part, but I would be lying to myself if I didn't tell my whole party story.  I want to try and stay positive because overall, the weekend was amazing. However, this is a real incident and it was a hard lesson for me.  I let it get to me much more than I should have let it, and unfortunately it is still there, nagging at me, sometimes screaming at me, hoping to ruin all the happiness this weekend gave me.  I know I am being over-dramatic, but sadly I cant help it.  Negative thoughts about myself are always on my brain no matter how hard I try to suppress them.  The worse part is when they convince me that they are true.

I have been going to the major parties for the last six years now.  In all those six years, I have not once asked a person to play.  I have never been able to do it.  Not ONCE in six years.  

If you know me, you know how neurotic I am.  I don't understand why anyone would ever want to play with me.  I'm not very pretty,  I'm not very skinny, and I am ridiculously awkward to the point of embarrassment.  Yet, without sounding completely like a preadolescence teenage girl, I really,really want people to like me.  If I think someone is mad at me I will instantly start to cry and I worry what other people think constantly.  It is never good and I always need to be reassured once I get a bad thought stuck in my head.  Unfortunately, as much as I need the reassurance, my brain screams, "quit being such a needy bitch" and since I hate coming off as needy, I will hide and cry to myself until the moment has finally passed.  

Apparently that night I was feeling very brave and maybe for once in my life, secure and confident.  In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I asked a top to play.  I did!  All by myself.  And then he said no.

I'm not writing this to be mean about him, he was a perfect gentleman about it.  He doesn't know what a neurotic freak I am.   He probably dodged a bullet!  I refuse to even admit his name to anyone.  However, it was everything I feared an answer would be, if I ever became brave enough to ask. Having your worst thoughts proven to be true sucks. Trying not to cry, I turned away so he couldn't see the disappointment on my face.  I chose at that moment that it was time for me to walk away from the party and go to bed.

I don't blame him for saying no. I wouldn't want to play with me either.  I am glad that I was brave enough to finally ask someone.  I survived and now I know what will happen.  However, I do not ever see myself ever being brave enough to ask anyone ever again, lol.  Maybe in another six years...