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There will finally be a spanking party in the San Francisco Bay Area!

That is … I’m doing it! And, uh, it’s in 11 days. Eeeep!

I’ve written all about it over at the SF-CP website (yes, “San Francisco Corporal Punishment” – I wanted to be inclusive!) so I won’t repeat myself over here. But I will say that the wonderful people at ShadowLane and Florida Moonshine have been wonderful with their help and support, as well as a number of spanko friends who are stepping up and saving my arse (presumably so it can later be spanked, of course!)

And I’ve just finalized the plans today to have a school role-play scene at the event, with a schoolmaster and secretary teaching and disciplining the students. (Whom, I assume, are all going to be some level of naughty!)

Here is the flyer for the event. Yes, that’s my bottom on the right.

I’d love if you could make it to the party. But if you can’t, I’ll just take all the good luck and “You’ll do fine” comments I can get!
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Oooh! I just noticed Fireman Chris has linked to the party! Thanks Chris!

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Saturday we slept in and just managed to make it to brunch with a bunch of friends: Mija and Paul of North Gare, Bridget and Alex, Iris and her M, Fireman Chris (sadly without his Sparkle), and of course Headmaster Tony and Mystery Minx. The restaurant was very odd (supposedly keeping up a “Mediterranean theme,” as filtered through Middle America I guess, but the menu featured Chinese food as its specialty. Gordon Ramsey would not approve! Still, they had very fresh fruit, and the company more than made up for the cuisine!

After breaking our fasts, the suite parties began. Minx and my Master and I went back to our room, to change into suitable outfits. In this case, our new “Brats United” shirts.

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I don’t even know where to start with this overwhelming weekend!

Yes, yes, I can hear you, “Begin at the beginning and when you get to the end … stop.” Okay, okay….

We left on Friday, and Shadow Lane was already in full swing when we got there. It seems people had arrived as early as Tuesday, and some were leaving Monday or later. It seemed smart when we had bought the plane tickets not to spend too much time there, when we were unsure of how much we’d enjoy it, but by the time September rolled around, we’d made enough friends in the spanking scene that it meant we didn’t get enough time to talk as much as we’d have liked with our new friends. Next time – longer trip, more partying!

The Mystery Minx was our main priority, as she lives quite far away from us, and we’ve already become quite addicted to her company. Happily, we did manage to get some quality time with her….

Anyway, we got there Friday afternoon. I had been stupid the night before, and had not taken a sleeping pill, and I ended up with terrible insomnia, because I was as excited a kid going away to summer camp for the first time. (This is not as unlikely a comparison as one would think…!) But it did mean that I felt very tired when we got to the hotel, and really not ready to sudden go to a huge party with hundreds of strangers, a few friends whom I knew from online, and about three people I knew in person!

The Minx was knocking at our door the minute we got to our room, and seeing her was brilliant. She and I had done the girly thing, and bought each other a million little gifts, so we got some room service and babbled excitedly at each other. The only problem was that I just wanted to stay in the room and hang out with her all night … I was terrified of going down to that party.

I’m not sure if you have figured this out about me, but “I only play extroverted on TV.” I’m really just a shy geek who’d rather stay in and discuss science fiction or spanking with her friends. (Or yes, have a small orgy, but it’s only ever been a small one, I tell you, and only with people I know and like!)

I had somehow managed to forget my shyness, myself. I think the last time I was this nervous was my first SkinTwo RubberBall, but even then I knew that I wouldn’t have to be conversing with that many people: we’d be in a crowded space that would be have too much thumpy-thumpy loud music to encourage much in the way of discussion.

But at this event, I’d actually have to talk to people! [gasp] And suddenly my powers of scintillating and effervescent conversation seemed to have fled altogether. And I was nervous about my outfits: it’s one thing to be a schoolgirl in a room full of other kinks. But I was about to be a schoolgirl in a room full of schoolgirls and headmasters….

I tormented the Minx with text after whiny text, “Help! What are you wearing?” “Which knickers should I wear?” “I don’t want to be the only one in uniform!” She finally responded by bringing down Young Bridget (both of them looking delicious in their uniforms!) to braid her hair in my room and try and get me to mellow out. (Showing wisdom and compassion far past her tender years, I might add!)

So, down we all went, and I felt a bit better for being in a group. Although I must say that walking through a Vegas casino in a group of uniformed schoolgirls was one of the more surreal moments in a life that I thought had already been stuffed full of very fantastic and bizarre experiences! (At the aforementioned RubberBall, getting into a cab as Queen Elisabeth I, with a Cardinal in leather – my Master – and a gorgeous woman dressed like Jessica Rabbit – but in rubber – was one of those! At least the cabbie seemed amused!)

Things continued to improve on the way in, as I finally met Tony of Shadow Lane in the flesh, and chatted a bit with him. The food was odd, but edible (I ended up eating a large plate of tasty roast beef and fresh, very ripe, melon slices) and then I couldn’t poke at my food anymore, I had to actually start talking to all these strange new people. (Well, okay, no stranger than me, in general, just strange to me!)
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Okay, okay — I have acceded to your demands (and even threats – for shame, Fyre!) and gotten the next part of the adventures up for your delectation….

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But as the whacks resound from the bottom of the imp in the other room, it reminds me of the whacks my bottom received from HH. Once over his lap, his hand started raining down hard – HARD – on my bottom. I was gasping and squirming in no time.

And then … he informed me my knickers would have to come down. And darned if I don’t feel embarrassed and anxious, as if I hadn’t been making porn for years and you can’t google for pictures of my pink bits on the web! Anyway, my unexpectedly delicate sensibilities were not of concern to either my Master or HH, so down my knickers came, me blushing madly (although OTK, with your head down, it’s hard to tell if you’re embarrassed or it’s just all the blood rushing to your head!)

The spanking then proceeded, and kept up for a while. It was one of those periods in time when you need it to be over because the pain is pushing you right to the edge, but at the same time you never want it to end. I continued gasping and squirming.

But it was nothing like the squirming I’d be doing once HH started to apply his infamous hairbrush to my bottom. Yikes, that stung! I think at that point he had to grab my arm, because there was no holding still while those smacks rained down on me!

Then, HH picked me up, and told me to go over to my Master and restate to him what I’d done wrong, and that I’d learned my lesson. It was really well done, because if I was overwhelmed, I could have just apologized and things could be concluded. But I was soooo not ready for things to be over, so I put on my brat-hat and earned myself some more CP, this time in the form of the tawse. And, since I’d upped the ante with my bratting, he upped the ante from his end (that would be, onto my rear end!) by putting me in a very compromising position: knees on an ottoman, with my hands on the ground … and my bottom very much up in the air, with all my tender bits really exposed. “This is going to huuuuurt…” I thought as he picked up the tawse and started in on me. And I was right! That strip of leather wrecked havoc all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs. I was doing breathing exercises (yes, yelping is a part of breathing exercises!) and just holding on for the ride.

Again, HH gave me a chance for contrition, and the CP to be over. But I still didn’t want this wonderful time to be over – I was high on adrenalin and thus continued in my recalcitrant ways. So it was time for the cane (the man travels well-prepared for any contingency!) I was then on the sofa on my hands and knees, another “not particularly favourite” position (as in, I can’t just let the side of the furniture hold me up!) and I knew I was in for it.
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One of the reasons I wasn’t around so much in the past couple weeks was that I was madly trying to catch up on all sorts of things. One of which was re-uploading the videos Miss Maggie Mayhem and I are doing together, the “Mayhem & Trouble” series. I’ve re-done them all, and they can be found here on youTube.

I’ve also just put up a video which was shot at IMsL ‘09, where we interviewed Janet Hardy and Dossie Easton, authors of the seminal work on polyamory, The Ethical Slut: A Practical Guide to Polyamory, Open Relationships & Other Adventures.

It’s a fun interview, I think, made more amusing by the fact that Maggie is channeling Hunter S. Thompson… Also, find out what advice Janet has for Maggie’s jealous cat!

If I could ask a favour of you all — Maggie and I think that our videos were pulled last time due to a vindictive person “flagging” our videos, even though I’ve gone over the YouTube terms of service and have made sure our videos are within their standards. If you could please take a moment from your day and leave a positive comment about (any of) our videos, particularly indicating that our work is useful and/or beneficial resource, we’d really appreciate it, because if enough people do that, YouTube is more likely to take the time to consider the matter, and not just yank our stuff off because it’s the easiest way to deal with the situation….

We hope you enjoy the videos!

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