Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

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!)

Meeting the people I’d befriended online was very nice, although one does always have in mind that one has to try to be as witty and sociable in person as one is in blog comments and on Twitter, and honestly I think I write better than I speak.

But I bucked up and did my best. My Master and the Minx and Headmaster Tony from Florida Moonshine ended up making a circuit of the ballroom, with the two of them introducing us round to their friends. I was just getting a bit of equanimity when suddenly it was suggested that it was time for a spanking. Next thing I know, my Master had found a good place to sit, and had ordered me over his lap. I just looked at him in horror – I was so embarrassed, it was as if I’d never played in public before in my life! His tone grew stern, “Over my knee, girl,” and I went to bend over his lap. “Wrong side,” he told me, and I struggled gracelessly trying to get up from a half-executed manoeuvre, and orient myself in the other direction, feeling like a total fool.

Next thing he has my skirt up (exposing the fact that the Minx and I are wearing matching panties that say “Teacher’s Pet” across the bottom – as she was currently being bent over Tony’s lap) and he was starting up the spanking. I blessed the OTK position because I could hide my head and pretend I’m not in a ballroom full of strangers (strangers who are all generally rather interested in watching girls get spanked). I was just starting to get into the flow of things, when my Master suggested a trade with Tony. I had to scramble up again, and then get over the lap of a man I’ve just met. Eeep!

The Minx was in full brat-space, which is always a joy to watch, but I wasn’t feeling capable of living up to her example. She tied my Master’s shoelaces to his chair (and how she does this whilst at the same time kicking up a fuss and being entirely present for her spanking I’ll never know – too much brains is her problem, I’ll warrant!) and when he figured it out, she got some serious smacks, making lots of noise in complaint.

I – well, I wasn’t entirely a dead fish, but I just wasn’t able to do anything but be a compliant good girl. Tony soon stopped my spanking, saying, “Well, I’ll stop because you are being good,” (“Damn it,” I swore to myself, “What a total looser you are, Zille! Why can’t you just yelp, and try and wriggle off his lap, and try and block his hand with yours, and otherwise demonstrate that you are having a good time?!”) and we both watched Minx putting up her best noisy resistance to my Master’s ministrations, me feeling utterly humiliated – not because I’d been spanked in public, but because I’d made such a poor showing of it!

And, to be honest, it is hard for me these days to complain about a hand spanking. I simply enjoy them too much, and it feels like a lie to complain about them, and I still have trouble making lots of noise when it doesn’t hurt enough to warrant it – I still have the urge to be “honest” (literally “painfully honest”) in my responses. I know I’ll be making enough noise when the tawse comes out, that I’ll be doing the yelping and dancing-in-place when the cane is being used on me – so to “cry wolf” during the spanking bit feels dishonest and potentially off-putting. However, that stupid “policy of truth” does not make for a very fun-to-watch spanking. I’ve somehow, in the years of playing mostly in private with my Master, forgotten how to put on a good show. And as a performer, this was making me absolutely miserable.

We were going to go to some of the suite parties that night, but we (Master, Minx, and me) went back to the room to “freshen up,” and ended up staying in. The relief at not needing to put the public persona back on was so great, that I couldn’t for the life of me find a reason to leave the room! A good time was still had – it’s impossible to not have a good time with the Minx if you are alive and breathing – and she and I ended up wrasslin’ a bit on the bed, and then somehow the water fight began….

We both had cups of water, which we had started drinking in all hydrate-y innocence. But the Minx started flicking water – first at my Master, and then at me. Now, I’m an older sister, and it’s ingrained in me not to take shit from a younger sister, which Minx has certainly become to me. So I started flicking back, giving as good as I got. She started threatening emptying the cup on me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the urge overcame any common sense she might possess.

Now, having had my years of experience as an older sister, I know one has to prepare for younger sisters doing their thing and thinking they are soooo smart. So I unobtrusively took an large sip of water…. And shortly thereafter, Minx gave in to the inevitable and threw her cup of water at me – good aim on the girl, too! However, I was more than ready, and as she sat there grinning, I coolly spouted the mouthful of water right into her face. Ahhhhh! – I had totally “gotten” her, and I shall relish her entirely shocked (and quite damp!) expression as long as I live!

Things got a bit hectic after that, and she went racing off for some other source of H20. I still had my cupful, and as she menaced me with a water-bottle, I tossed the contents of my cup onto her.

Now, this may sound like I was entirely out of control, but actually, this was all very diabolically planned. My Master had warned us at the beginning of this that he did not want water spilled on the bed. When the Minx tossed her cup at me, lots of water had spilled around me – but when I spat the water at her, it all went on her face, hair, and shirt, leaving me technically not having done anything wrong. Also, tossing my cup at her as technically “okay,” as she was now not on the bed – and I still was, so any retaliation would get her in worse trouble. (I may not be good at many things, but as a scheming older sister, I excel! I’m not sure she was expecting that….)

Then my Master confiscated our weapons. What followed was a “discussion” of who was to blame for the matter. I argued that A.) she started it, and B.) I didn’t spill water on the bed. Sadly, I argued all too well, because I didn’t get punished that night! (Note to self: be less persuasive next time!) Minx, however, got spanked, and strapped, and caned, and spanked some more. And then a sleepy cuddle was shared by all, before I was so tired that the only option was going to sleep. Because there was a big day ahead of us…!

[to be continued, plus pictures!]

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