Little Cabin in the Woods: Part 1

For our 15 year dating anniversary (yes, we celebrate that!), YS and I rented a little cabin in the middle of the mountains in Virginia. It was tucked so far away from civilization that there's no cell signal for 30 minutes by car in any direction, and I could prance around half naked to my heart's delight.

All of this basically meant there would be outdoor spankings, and lots of them!

We arrived late Friday night, and after a quick dip in the hot tub, we found better things to do in the bedroom. By the time morning came around, YS had worked up quite the appetite, so I busied myself making breakfast while he showered. That was the original plan, at least. Instead, I realized that the refrigerator was also a CHALK BOARD! Aaaaand they left a cup full of chalk out. For me!

As much as I wanted to make breakfast, it was clear what I had to do: document our adventure. So I set about my task.

Someone else had written "free ice cream!" across the freezer, but they lied, because the freezer had no such ice cream. Still, though, I liked the sentiment, so after cleaning it off, I wrote it out again.

Strangely, our little cabin contained a few decorations here and there that clearly represented satanic images and symbols. They stood out from the rest of the woodsy decor, so I couldn't help but include the theme in my drawing. Next, I included the blue bird who had been watching me through the window for the last 10 minutes. This was turning out to be much better than a boring old refrigerator!

Just as I was finishing the grass, I realized the shower wasn't running and YS was dressed and looking rather hungry. Luckily, he likes spanking me more than he likes breakfast, so he used the opportunity to grab the camera and capture what happens to naughty wives who color instead of making breakfast. I'm sure I learned my lesson ;)

Afterwards, I did make him an extra yummy breakfast, and soon we headed out for a hike (quite possibly to scout out good spots for spankings!) Along the way we passed an interesting little structure, which I found both creepy and oddly intriguing. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but seeing the words on this funny little hut left me feeling just as embarrassed as if there had been a paddle hanging from the roof.

After gawking a bit, we continued on down a path that would lead us to a river.

I had recently purchased the perfect pocket knife, and I was anxious to put it to good use. Basically, I wanted to cut switches, so while I was inspecting the local selection of trees, YS picked me a pretty yellow flower and tucked it into one of my braids. I love this man so much. As he would put it, he's "romantic as fuck." But truly, he is! <3

Several branches later, I'd selected a few good switches, and we headed back to the cabin. Sherman was under the impression that he'd acquired a brand new bundle of sticks, so he was obviously thrilled.

In addition to the creepy rusted structure in the back yard, there was also an old swing set, which I spotted upon our return. The actual swings were missing, but there was a conveniently placed ring hanging from a chain, and it happened to be just the right height! YS stepped inside to get our new strap (from ouch.co.uk) and the camera, and then he set me to hopping about.


To be continued...

A Weekend Getaway With My Love

Recently, YS and I decided to steel away for a weekend just to ourselves. Obviously, Sherman the Yorkie came along too, but that goes without saying! YS found us a place that was nestled into the side of a mountain in rural Virginia, far away from civilization and surrounded by woods as far as the eye could see. At night, we got into the hot tub and could hear coyotes howling all around us as we stared up into the dark sky and marveled at the abundance of stars we could see given the complete lack of light pollution. It was perfect.

We spent way too much time in that hot tub (not really), just enough time in bed (well, I could never spend enough time in bed with my baby), and enjoyed cooking for each other and playing shuffle-board in the basement until I got cranky about losing. Everybody knows the best solution for a cranky ellee is a spanking, so then we did that! ;)


Sherman looked on until he got bored (the poor little dog has probably witnessed more spankings than your typical lifetime fetlife supporter, so he's not easily impressed). So once we were finished, we decided to reward him for his patience and gear our activities in a more dog-friendly direction. Ok, after one more dip in the hot tub and a frolic around the house. I mean, really, we were half naked and I had a red bottom, what were we supposed to do?!

But then the three of us bundled up and headed out. We took a little trail down to the river and with Sherman as our enthusiastic guide-dog, we discovered that just beneath our cabin was a mysterious looking cave! Me being the feerless adventure-seeker that I am, I was all ready to get down on my belly and go find me some bear-friends, but YS said no. :'( At least Sherman and I got a good look though! Wouldn't you want to see what's inside?!

Afterwards, we headed back to the cabin and decided to warm up in the best way possible!

The Rewards and Disappointments of Baring My Soul

I haven't blogged in over four months. Don't think this hasn't escaped my mind. And it's not because I'm not having adventures. In fact, I've played more this year than ever before, and it's been some of the most satisfying play I've ever had. I've attended more parties than I ever imagined I would, and I've connected with people on a level that fills me with great contentment. I've written about it, but I've written about it for me, and I doubt anybody else will ever read it.

You see, there's a problem with being honest. It makes people uncomfortable. And if it doesn't make people uncomfortable, it gives them the false sense of knowing me well enough to take liberties with my flesh. I write about meaningful experiences with people I trust. I don't write to advertise what I want or will allow just anyone to do to me.

There are two reasons I stopped writing, but they both revolve around the same central idea. The first is alluded to above. I am not ashamed of occasionally wanting something intense, and sometimes I write about these experiences because it moves me, not as an invitation or expectation. The videos I post aren't a "how to" on how to play with ellee.

The second reason is a bit more complex and I think it's something that touches much of our little community. Perhaps it comes from the sense of intimacy we each feel with our very specific preferred type of spanking. I'm guilty of this myself, but it sure is easy to turn a nose up at that witch is similar but not quite the thing that pushes a particular button.

So why do we have the urge to judge while we also long for truthful, legitimate, REAL accounts of this thing that moves us so deeply and connects us on such a raw, naked level? Why do we crave the honesty and yet feel so obliged to criticize when the account strays a few degrees from that specific flavor of kink that both excites us and makes us feel safe? I'm not throwing stones, here. I'm guilty of it too. But honestly, it is the single most effective way to strip the community of that truth we love to read about. Why are we our biggest critics?

Why is it that the girl who loves being dragged off despite her own pleas and protests to have her bottom spanked by a firm hand until she cries feels compelled to instruct the girl who joyfully presents herself for a brutal thigh caning on the nature of consent and abuse? And why does that same girl with the striped thighs do the exact thing to the one who trusts her partner enough to drag her off and give her just what she needs but desperately doesn't want to ask for? We all march to the same drum, but we march to different beats, different rhythms, different intensities. At the end of the day, we still march and we still love that drum beat. We still feel that pounding vibration that rocks us to the core and makes us feel whole and complete and wonderful.

I truly believe we judge each other more harshly because this thing we do does speak so personally to each of us. It's my thing. It's yours too. The rest of the world doesn't get it, so they can't really hurt us. It's easy to blow off the condescending looks of a stranger, a vanilla passerby who frowns at the smack on the bottom given in the grocery store. It's a lot harder to ignore the disapproving glance of someone we consider family in this little community of ours.

So what? Opinions are like assholes, right?

Well, sorta. If that opinion is solely directed at me, then I could honestly give two fucks. Only that's never how it works. I can defend myself and my proclivities until my fingers are bloody, but the things I do never just involve me, and that's where it gets tricky.

I've recently read some amazing accounts of scenes that I've found stunningly sexy or encounters that have made my heart swell, then nearly beat out of my chest with excitement. Every detail seemed so perfect to me, yet some asshat inevitably comes along and cries "nonconsent!" or "abuse!" If it's really not your thing, then why take the time to read and comment when you could just as easily move right along to something that does make you tick? I've had the same negative reactions to some of my own stories, and it doesn't seem to matter how many times the writer says HEY GUYS THIS IS EXACTLY THE THING THAT I WANTED AND CONSENTED TO AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! There always seems to be a small but vocal group of naysayers who don't seem to think the writer is smart enough to know what consent is or strong enough to demand that it's respected.

Unfortunately, much of the blow-back falls on the top, and that's something I'm not so comfortable with. If I have a particularly intense scene and want to share that personal joy with the world, then the last thing I want is to reflect negatively upon the very person who took me there. And it doesn't stop with the top, either. These assumptions often bleed into second and third degree parties, thus mislabeling other bottoms as "hard players" just because they're associated with a top who *occasionally* dabbles in some of the more physically intense play.

So there you have it. I love blogging. I love sharing my joy. I've got a lot of it to share, but I feel tethered by an equally strong desire to avoid mislabeling those I care about and having to defend myself against accusations that I'm "asking for it" from casual play partners. I know this particular grievance won't just disappear, and my purpose isn't simply to complain. Rather, I hope to offer an explanation for my own lack of storytelling and to shed some light on a topic that's been poking at me for a while.

After all, just imagine how many tales are being withheld every day by people all over the internet because they fear the consequences of exposing that particular detail that makes them shiver. I wonder how many of those writings would make me shiver too.

Double the Strapping, Double the Fun!

This year at 50 Freaks in Las Vegas, NV, I found myself feeling a bit frisky on Saturday night. I'd spent most of the day running around spending time with friends, celebrating Dirk's birthday with a surprise party, and having extra special girl time, and now I wanted to play. As I returned to the party suite, YS approached me and said he'd been looking for me. Apparently he and Robert Wolf had been chatting and wanted to team up for a double strapping. Yesssss!

Of all the things to be spanked with, I'd have to say leather is almost always my favorite, especially high quality leather like you'll find in The London Tanner's collection. To my heart's delight, they each produced one of these fine straps and escorted me to the back bedroom. I lay over a pile of pillows on the bed, and the next few minutes were filled with squeals, trills, and the best kinds of ouchiness that had me struggling to hold still by the end. It was all kinds of lovely, and took me exactly where I wanted to be. :)

BethEisley was kind enough to record the scene, so please enjoy!

BBW: Part 1

Due to some unexpected hiccups in my life, it's been a while since I've found the time to blog. If there's anything that can provide the inspiration, however, it's the best party of the year! BBW (Boardwalk Badness Weekend) is a spanking party organized by SSNY that takes place in Atlantic City, and this year they truly outdid themselves. It really is everything one hopes a spanking party will be. That weekend, 276 people came together for what turned out to be an incredible time, and I've got tons of stories to tell! Hooray!

Wednesday
YS and I didn't want to miss any of the fun, so we headed up to Atlantic City on Wednesday. We arrived in the hotel around 8pm and got settled in. Many of our friends were already there, and BethEisley was due to arrive in a few hours, but we weren't quite ready to leave our room. YS and I love attending parties together, but we usually spend great chunks of time apart so we can catch up with friends we rarely get to see. We like it this way, but we also wanted to get our fix of each other before the party really began.

I changed into something sexy I'd purchased just for my husband, and he set up the video camera and recorded my very first spanking of the weekend. It was perfect and left me nicely warmed up for the many spankings that lay ahead! Afterwards, we had other sorts of fun, but those pictures are a bit more private! ;)



After spanking me into my happy place and sending me into a frenzy of goodness, we quickly rinsed off and headed upstairs to join the others. There were lots of hugs before we all went down to the bar and settled into some nice conversations. YS eventually set out to retrieve Beth from the airport, and I stuck with StrictDave, who showed me how to gamble at the slot machines! After a few rounds, we went back to my room so I could give him something I'd made for him, and I got my second spanking of the party! Glowing from both ends, I was happily escorted back to the suites upstairs, where I earned a few more smacks before calling it a night. Sometime before dawn I snuck back into my room and snuggled under YS's left arm. Beth was breathing softly on his other side, and I was as content as could be. Happy happy happy.

Thursday
I woke up Thursday morning with that invincible feeling of having the entire party ahead of me. I cuddled in bed for as long as I could with YS and Beth before we had to get up and start moving. We made our way down to the Margaritaville restaurant for lunch and enjoyed good company before changing into our bathing suits and wandering over to the Ocean Tower for Richard Windsor's pool party. Beth and I sat on each of YS's hands as he shuttled us about the pool and clung to each other when he got too rough. He intermittently kissed one of us, and we got rather lost in the loveliness of being together like this.

Soon, I headed for the stairs so I could dry off and send a couple texts. As I treaded through the shallow end, I was suddenly met with a spash of water to the face. In front of me stood a grinning 4 year old girl, who pointed at me and asked me my name. "I'm ellee" I replied. "Who's that one?" she asked as she pointed over my shoulder to Beth. "Oh, that's Beth" I answered warily. "That boy kissed your tummy. I saw him" she accused. "He did!" I replied, "but he's my husband, so he's allowed to do that." She considered my answer and countered with "I saw him kissing her too. He kissed her on the mouth." I assured her they were just cuddling and hurried out of the pool. Convinced we'd just contributed to the corruption of a minor, I avoided further eye contact and tried to be discrete, but she managed to corner Beth later for a similar conversation. So I'm sure her parents got to answer a lot of uncomfortable questions later that day, and for that, I'm rather embarrassed.

After splashing around in the pool for a couple hours, we showered and joined an ever-growing crowd at the Landshark cafe for early registration. It was so nice to see so many new and familiar faces, and I could barely get beyond the entryway because of all the hugs! Eventually YS and Beth headed back to our room, and I accompanied StrictDave on a quest for pizza. Once full, we headed up to the suites, where I would get to be his demo girl for a single-tail whipping in the unique implement demonstration. This event was really fun! StrictDave put a pillow on the floor at his feet for me to sit on and placed his hand on my head while I watched the first two scenes in awe. The gesture put me right into a passive headspace as I watched the other scenes unfold. LilBluBunny lay over the foot of the bed and reacted beautifully to DrLectr's famous double strapping. At the same time, Ten was tied naked to a door and looked gorgeous as FLAPaddler flogged her back and bottom until she flushed a rosy pink. To say it was difficult deciding where to look is an understatement.

I've only felt a whip one other time, when StrictDave and I played last summer, but I wasn't the least bit nervous. I was bubbling over with anticipation. For my birthday last month, he'd given me a plastic hello kitty egg filled with crackers (the twisted, knotted nylon twine at the very end of the whip), and I especially wanted to feel the thicker yellow one. I produced it for him and he tied it to the end of a 5 foot braided bull-whip (7.5 feet in total length) that he'd chosen for the event in addition to a 4 foot and a 5 foot snakewhip, which each respectively measured 5 and 7 feet in total length. I couldn't stop smiling as I imagined how it would feel on impact. I wouldn't be comfortable being whipped by just anybody, but Dave is incredibly precise when it comes to anything I've ever witnessed or experienced, and I knew he wouldn't take me any further than I wanted to go at the beginning of a party. So there was nothing but excitement.

When it was time, he positioned me so that I was leaning up against the headboard of the bed with a pile of pillows pushing my bottom out and cushioning my upper body against the wooden frame. He quickly warmed me up with a brisk hand-spanking and then stepped back to start the demo. I relaxed into the pillows as I heard the first *crack* and arched my back in anticipation. He barely brushed the tip across my bottom before snapping it a bit harder, creating a nice stinging sensation that left me anxious for the next one. I wasn't disappointed in the least, and I enjoyed every moment. As he neared the end, he grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed, where he continued with a slightly different technique. In the end, my bottom stung all over, and there was barely a mark to show for it aside from the general dark-pink glow. I had no idea a whipping could be like that! I practically floated off the bed and was in a very happy place for the rest of the night.

I bounced down the hall and into Dirk's suite, where I ran into Ty, who had surprised everyone by showing up that afternoon. Since we had officially exchanged pleasantries earlier in the evening, it was obviously time for him to spank me, so with a tiny bit of sass I inquired as to whether or not he planned on doing so. He answered my question by escorting me to a nearby bed and depositing me over his knee. He then proceeded to spank me quite firmly, leaving me squirming and cautiously eying the set of toys sitting nearby. Since it was just Thursday, he let me off fairly easily, but it was a pleasure to finally get to play!

I eventually made my way back to Joe and Ten's suite and had a nice scene with Dirk. I was pretty worn out already, so after a nice warmup with his hand, he used a soft strap very gently over my bottom and thighs. It felt like a massage and was such a nice sensation as I relaxed into it. He ran his hands over my back and all the tension left me. It was exactly what I needed just then, and like lots of good scenes, we finished with a nice conversation and some cuddles.

By now it was getting late, and people were heading off to bed. Kor-E managed to snag me as he was retiring for the night and gave me one of my favorite things of all time, a bedtime spanking! He put me over his lap and scooted the chair over enough so I could see my reflection in the window. There's something exciting about seeing myself get spanked, and I loved it! Of course the spanking ended with me dangling over his left knee, feet and arms off the floor, while he finished with a flurry of particularly hard swats that left me squealing in the air. Such fun!

Nearly spanked out, I flopped down on a sofa with StrictDave and enjoyed a bit of down time before getting my second wind. For some reason, we decided it was the perfect time for MFIs, and it was! MFIs, or Medial Femoral Imprints, are just what they sound like. You may know them as "thigh turkeys" from my previous posts, but Dave's MFIs are a bit different. They end with a handprint on my inner thigh, but the process is designed for maximal efficacy. I'm kind of in awe of how much I like them! I sat on a pillow on the countertop and received two to each of my inner thighs. As you can see in the photo, they blossomed into distinct handprints, complete with finger-shaped welts that nearly spanned the length of my femur. The instant sensation was startlingly painful, and the endorphins shot through me immediately. As nice as that was, the best part was watching them turn pretty colors and evolve over the weekend. A week later, I still have some slight bruising to remind me of the happy memory.

Medial Femoral Imprints, courtesy of StrictDave

The Paint Stick

When YS and I were newlyweds, we purchased a small condo. It was exciting to finally have a place together that belonged to us, and we had great fun painting the walls and remodeling the kitchen until it felt like home. One of our first projects was painting the bedroom. In addition to the paint and rollers, we spotted an oversized paint stick at Home Depot and had to get it (for obvious reasons)!

The paint stick never actually saw a drop of paint, although it was used quite thoroughly to paint my bottom shades of pink and red. YS especially liked the implement, and he made a habit of reaching for it at every opportunity over the next several months. Once the novelty wore off, however, I realized how much the darn thing hurt and set out to shift his attention toward friendlier objects. It's probably been well over a year since he's spanked me with it at all.

The other night, he and I were feeling playful and impulsively decided to make a video. He went to retrieve the camera while I rummaged through our bag of toys. I selected the Tanner Reformatory Strap and The London Tanner's Spanking Strop and set them aside. I also wanted something wooden, so I went back to digging. I felt the paint stick at the bottom of the bag, and my pulse sped up a bit. You know that feeling when you reconnect with an implement you haven't used in a long time? One you were VERY familiar with years ago? It's akin to nostalgia combined with a dash of anticipation, and it filled me with the sudden desire to feel this particular sting again.

I grabbed the paint stick and headed downstairs, offering my selection to YS. Upon seeing his old friend, he smiled and looked at it with a sense of satisfaction. I do believe he enjoyed himself! 

The first few swats did sting, as did the ones that followed, but it reminded me of the way it stung the first time he used it. The entire experience was accompanied by the same wonderful sense of hope I felt as we painted our first bedroom together years ago. We still have plans, adventures, and all the love needed to make our lives exciting for a long time to come, and that's one of the greatest feelings ever. <3

50 Freaks (Part 2): Saturday's Adventures!

Post-Bathtime Ouchiness

Saturday morning greeted me with a thin beam of light shining through a slit in the curtain. I reflexively rolled over to see if YS and Beth were awake yet, and as my body shifted, I was reminded of the fun I had the night before. My bottom and upper back ached just enough to make a smile burst across my face and propel me quietly across the room to inspect myself in the bathroom mirror. I do love marks. My bottom was still an even dusky pink, which it tends to do after a day or two at a party, and my back was speckled with the prettiest purple bruises. 

I crawled back into bed with YS as his phone rang and he tried to sleepily answer. I could hear Beth's voice, and something about breakfast, but YS seemed very confused and clearly hadn't woken up yet. He hung up the phone, and I desperately tried to get the information out of him. Breakfast is serious business! Thankfully, Beth was on her way back to the room, and before long we were all on our way to eat at the Hash House A Go-Go with Mike, Jules, Stacy, Dave, OlympiaSpanker, Corey, Maria, RainySpanker, and Heather. We waited outside for a few minutes before our table was ready, and RainySpanker came up behind me and started rubbing my upper back with his enormous hands. I yelped a little as he pressed into my bruises and felt my knees buckle a bit. He looked puzzled and asked me what was wrong. I implied I was just sore.. cause honestly, I kinda liked being reminded of the soreness, and I didn't want him to stop. What can I say? I'm a little weird, but I like it. YS saw the whole thing and chuckled to himself. At last we were seated and completely stuffed ourselves with a concoction of fried chicken, eggs, biscuits, and bacon. Plus we got to sit in the corner with Corey and Maria! It was a good way to start the day. 

Once back at the hotel, I changed into something cute and met up with TheCaringJoe in my suite. We had been planning a role-play scene that I'd looked forward to for a while now. I haven't done a ton of role-play, but when I do it, I tend to commit to myself to it. I suppose it feels sort of like improv, in which case you just can't break character! Otherwise the scene deteriorates and everyone feels silly. So I took a few minutes to transition into my character's headspace and then we were off!

In this one, he was my Daddy, and I managed to spill apple juice all over myself in an accident involving some misunderstanding over the Adult Cup for Adults, soaking the floor and my clothing with sticky liquid. I'd been warned about this more than once, and he was not too happy with me. Apparently I thought I was too grown up, he declared, and dragged me into the bedroom by my arm, scolding me all the way. Soon my wet clothes were being pulled off, and I was being tossed over his lap for a fairly hard spanking. Maybe I just wasn't warmed up, but it hurt! I squirmed and pleaded and promised to listen next time. I threw my hands behind me to block and quickly found them pinned to my back. He even trapped my kicking legs beneath his own and then refocused his attention on my bottom. Eventually, he stopped, and I gasped for breath. "Finally, bath time!" I thought, right before he produced my hard wooden hairbrush. This actually took me by surprise and sent my thoughts into a frenzy. The thing hurts, and he used it all over my bottom and the backs of my thighs. I didn't have to pretend for a moment as I howled in pain and begged him to stop. After a few minutes, he set the brush aside and pulled me up into his lap for hugs and reassurance. I promised to be good and hopped around a little until it didn't hurt so much.

I was, however, still covered in a thin film of apple juice and in desperate need of a bath. He ran the water and dumped most of a bottle of Disney Princess bubble bath into the tub. When it was full, he helped me in, and I picked out which bath fizzy color tablets I wanted. I chose blue and red so my bath would be purple. I wouldn't turn my nose up at pink, but purple is obviously the best color for bath water. I'd been excited about this bath for a month, so I'd gotten lots of toys. I had a purple glowing jelly fish that floated beneath the bubbles and made them glow when the lights were out. I had a set of dirty dogs (termed OCD dogs by Beth) that had dirt spots that disappeared with warm water and reappeared as they cooled, a rubber ducky, and a wind up set of plastic ducks that kicked around in the water. The OCD dogs also had a hole in their mouths, so they could be filled with water for the explicit purpose of squirting Daddy. I got my first and second warning testing this theory.

In addition to the toys, I also had bathtime coloring supplies, including bath crayons, window markers, and bath paints. Now everyone knows I enjoy coloring, whether it be bunnies or hearties or atheist-themed woodland creatures, but this time I was in the mood for a story. I considered it for a moment, and decided it would be about a Princess, her Daddy, a family of bears, and the heartie people. The OCD dogs would be included in the epic tale. I won't go into detail here, but rest assured that it was an awesome story, complete with graphically illustrated detail, the legendary tale of a people long since forgotten, an unexpected adventure, cookie-based-meals, a magical scepter (it was mine), and a twist at the end, which led to a happy ending for everyone! It had all the makings of a good story. 

Bathtime!

In the end, I pointed out that the big mean bear with bloody fingernails wasn't really so mean, and his red nails were actually painted on by the Princess bear. Since Daddy was being such a good sport, he let me paint his fingernails with red bath-paint. I washed them off with a squirting OCD dog, which led to the "accidental" squirting that bought me strike three. His face turned stern as he told me I'd been warned and pulled me out of the tub. He sat down and deposited me, soaking wet, right over his lap. The spanking probably didn't last half as long as it seemed to, but ouch! does it hurt on wet skin that's just spent a good 30 minutes soaking! I kicked and squirmed and squealed and only settled down and took it once he threatened to get the hairbrush. Finally, it was over, and I was deposited back into the tub, if a bit on the pouty end of the spectrum. He then soaped me up and washed me off before letting me rinse in the purple water. I reluctantly got out of the warm bath and let him dry me off with a big, fluffy towel. I put on a clean "Adventure Time" dress and enjoyed some aftercare lotion and rubs for a bit before YS and Beth returned to the suite. TheCaringJoe gave me some extra hugs and then left so I could get ready for the rest of my day. 

I soon realized I had 30 minutes to get ready for Dirk's birthday party, so I jumped in the shower and did my best impression of Beth, who can be ready faster than any girl I've ever met. I washed my hair, threw on a bit of makeup, and slipped into my Spiderman dress before heading down the hall with YS. I made it exactly on time and was immensely proud of myself. The birthday party was fun, and all the girls got to take Dirk's birthday spanking! I felt extra lucky, cause I got two! You see, I'd snuck away to my suite with Dirk the night before, and since it was past midnight, I asked if he wanted to give me his birthday spanking. He obliged me, and we shared a fun, playful spanking that led to a really nice conversation. I'm glad I got to know Dirk a little better. Beth has always sung his praises, but he really is a great guy.

The party was lots of fun, but afterward I had a little upset and ended up in my bathroom giving me my "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, ELLEE" speech that usually happens in my head before I put a smile on my face and head back out. This time, however, as I reapplied my eye makeup, I looked back to see the girls filing in the door. Soon I was surrounded by Jules, Beth, Stacy, Heather, Maria, and Aurora, and I was overwhelmed by emotion. I blurted out "Wait! Don't make me cry! I just did my eyes!" but then there were hugs and words of encouragement and support and love, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world as we headed back to the party. There really is nothing like girly love piles when you need it. YS was present for all of this and stood in fascinated awe of the events playing out before his eyes.

Once back in the main suite, Beth and I somehow ended up in yet another bathroom, pouring out our hearts and reaffirming how much we mean to each other. Although we both wanted to be out socializing, this was important, and I think we both know where our priorities lie. I'm so grateful she's in my life!

Before too long, we emerged, and YS was close by looking relieved to have found us (oops, maybe we disappeared without letting him know we'd be gone for a while). He had been talking with Robert Wolf and soon I was being escorted to a bedroom for a double strapping from the two of them. Hooray! I've always enjoyed being strapped by Robert. He's very good with leather, and he's got that sadistic thing going on that makes me happy when he enjoys hurting me. We've never played terribly hard, but he always manages to take me right up to the point of screaming where it's nice to be. The double strapping from YS and Robert was every kind of perfect. Beth was thoughtful enough to record it for me, so I think I'll save the details for a future post that includes the video. ;)

I stumbled from the room and spotted Richard Windsor near the door. I needed to snatch him up when I had the chance, so I ran over and greeted him, collecting my hugs. We decided to steal away while we had the chance and headed back to my suite one floor up. Rich has been a prominent source of happiness in my life for well over a year now, and I was glad to have him to  myself for a few hours. We caught up for a little while, and eventually I ended up over his lap. He spanked me for a few minutes, we'd talk, then he'd spank me some more. I've said it before, but it's the best way to catch up with good friends! At Shadow Lane, Rich and I spent 3 hours like this on Saturday night, and at this party we did much the same. When I finally sat up and hugged him tight, he showed me his palm. I assed his hand!!! YESSSSS! It's my first assed hand, you see, so I can be a little proud. Two weeks later to the date, he sent me a picture of his hand, and there's still a tiny blood blister. I suppose I'll be making my amends at BBW next month!

After Rich and I returned to the main suite, things began to thin out. I ended up heading back to the 10th floor to play games with a bunch of us who had gathered in Stacy, Dave, Heather, OlympiaSpanker, and RainySpanker's suite. YS, Beth, and I played on a team together, and we had a rousing game of Likewise in which there was no cheating whatsoever. I agreed to be Beth's spanking proxy in the game so she wouldn't have to get spanked and I'd get extra spankings, but we ended up coming in second! Not bad :) Eventually YS got sleepy (it was probably 5am around this time), so he and Beth went back to our room. I changed into my pajamas and stayed on to play Catchphrase with the remaining late nighters, including Jules, Heather, otkdesire, Aurora, Zoey, Dave, Corey, itsnature, and RainySpanker.

My Beloved FoxyPurse

Catchphrase works best when the teams are even, and it's more fun to play Tops vs Bottoms. So, for the sake of game-related harmony, Jules decided to play as a Top. With every round that ended in victory for the Tops, each member of the winning team got to spank one of the Bottoms. Obviously we all dove for Jules' lap, because she's, um, fair and just or something! Regardless, I think we all started to really build a connection. She's a natural, and it was magical! When the game ended, the Tops had won, so the Bottoms each had to take 15 with "something leather." Being the ultimate "dominate" that she is, Jules took great care in selecting an implement. After perusing the various options, she wisely settled on my purse, which was made of leather and also fashioned to look like a fox. It has since taken the name FoxyPurse, and it played a vital role in our evening. One by one, the Bottoms each clamored for a spot over Jules' lap to receive a taste of FoxyPurse, thus establishing a special bond between the 6 of us. 

Unfortunately, the men in the room weren't quite as thrilled by the blossoming dynamics as we were, and Jules ended up getting spanked as well! Heather, otkdesire, Aurora, Zoey, and I tried to cover our ears and close our eyes, but we couldn't block it all out. Before our very faces, our beloved "dominate" was taken down a notch. Thankfully, we're all very committed and used the experience to strengthen our respect for her as she showed such courage in the face of adversity. Jules had to leave early the following morning, but Heather acted as ring-leader and organized a case on her behalf, which would be brought before Judge Dave the following morning.

After enough laughter to wear most of us out, we started to wrap things up. The sun was already peeking through the curtains, and court was at noon! I began to gather up my things from around the room, when Dave suddenly sat down and helped me topple over his right knee. My pajama pants came down, and it I found myself enjoying a most wonderful spanking before calling it a night. Dave has a very nice way of asserting himself physically, and I always enjoy the effects. This time, he placed his left foot on my hair, which was splayed out in front of me on the floor. I was pinned. It was great! Heather snapped a picture with her phone, which I've included below along with another image she captured of him grabbing me by the ankle. It's interesting how little gestures like that can have such a strong psychological impact.

On that note, I was put back on my feet, and he walked me back to my room. We said goodnight, and I quietly crept back to the bedroom where YS and Beth were sleeping. She was under his right arm, so I slipped into bed and snuggled myself under his left. I love sleeping like this. I can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath and see Beth's peaceful face as she soaks in the comfort of having him lie beside her as she sleeps. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes, content as I could be.

50 Freaks! (Part One): Thursday and Friday

Last weekend I attended the second annual 50 Freaks party in Las Vegas. YS and I went to the first one a year ago, and it was one of the best experiences of my kink life to date. It was the first time BethEisley and I really connected, and it cemented how much the three of us cared about each other. Since then, life has continued to shower me with love, good company, incredible parties, and new experiences with play partners I very much appreciate. To say I was looking forward to this year's event is a bit of an understatement. The truth is, I was craving a party like this. I needed to lose myself for a few days amongst friends and be my happy spanko self. It filled me up and sent me home feeling stronger and more capable than ever.

Adult Cup for Adults

YS and I arrived in Las Vegas on Thursday afternoon. It took us a bit longer than expected to get our rental car, and we stopped by the Disney store on the way back to the hotel to replace my adult cup for adults, which I'd left at home. I tend to spill things, so it helps to have a lid and straw. When we finally made it to the hotel, we burst into our one bedroom suite to find BethEisley flopped out adorably on the bed. She got up to be warmly greeted by YS and looked so sleepy and innocently happy. I collected my hugs next! We spent a little while unpacking and getting freshened up before joining the rest of the group in DrLectr and Ten's suite downstairs.

I was wearing the best Doctor Who skirt that Richard Windsor had given me at Shadow Lane last year, and I'd accessorized with lots of other Whovian accessories with the hope of playing with him that night. He was unfortunately nowhere to be found, but it did inspire a lovely conversation with Sarah Gregory and John Osborne. Sarah is also a fan of Doctor Who, and John does a great impression of the Doctor! I hadn't previously spent much time talking with Sarah, and in addition to being cute as can be, she's also a delightful person.

Shortly after arriving and greeting many of my friends, I struck up a conversation with InspectHerHide. He asked about my travel, and I informed him that I'd had a particularly stressful time with a blown out tire in a bad area of town the night before. Sensing my wound-up-ish-ness, he kindly offered to  help me relax. Oh boy! That meant a spanking! I happily accepted his offer and allowed him to lead me off to a bedroom in the main suite. He sat down and turned me over his lap, flipping my skirt up and letting my feet dangle a few inches off the floor. He warmed me up for a few minutes with his hand and then repositioned me over a single knee as he propped his foot up on a nearby piece of furniture. I enjoyed everything about it. The pace, level of intensity, and positioning were all perfect and lulled me into a nice happy place. After a few minutes, he stopped and set me down. Making a decision, he carefully placed me over his shoulder and carried me a few doors down to his room, where he produced a bottle of SSNY's “Spank” Soothing Lotion.

He escorted me to an ottoman just in front of the window. He sat down and pulled me back over his lap. As he began spanking me again, I couldn't help but glance over at our reflection in the window. I don't care how often I see it. I'll never get over the thrill of watching a spanking! After giving me another round with his hand, he took me over to the bed and laid me out prone, instructing me not to move. This was to be about me relaxing and allowing him to make me feel good. Taking great care not to make me uncomfortable, he rubbed lotion into my tender parts and then moved down my leg to remove a thigh high Tardis sock. I lifted my leg to assist him, and he smacked my bottom hard. "Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to help?" he whispered into my left ear with just the right amount of calm and scary. "Yes, Sir," I replied quietly and let my foot drop to the bed. He reminded me that he wouldn't hesitate to use the hairbrush if needed and then went back to pulling off my socks. This perfect gentleman then gave me the most amazing foot massage that turned me into a puddle of happy on his bed. I think we finished up with me OTK one more time before he redressed me and delivered me back to the party with an enormous smile plastered across my face. It was the perfect way to start the weekend.

Once back in the main suite, I ran into Kor-E, and before long we were headed back to his room down the hall. The first time Kor-E ever spanked me, we ended up spending well over an hour talking with me over his knee and occasionally receiving a flurry of smacks. Apparently this time would be no different! It's a great way to catch up, and he's one of my favorite people to catch up with. As much as I'd enjoyed the first spanking of the evening, this was just the thing I needed next. There's nothing quite like a good conversation with a good friend, but it's especially nice when that friend is a fantastic spanker and knows just how to keep me somewhere between squirming and cooing with delight. When we finally hugged and parted ways, I was quite the happy girl.

Usually, by this time on the first night of a party, I'd have played myself silly. This time, however, I'd determined that I would pace myself and aim for quality time with people I wanted to play with instead of hopping from lap to lap and wearing myself out. So far I'd done just that, and I was feeling good about the decision. YS and Beth headed back to our room, and I wandered off to a back bedroom with StrictDave. In keeping with my Thursday night pattern, we shared a great conversation, a little bit of spanking, and a constrictor hug, which is exactly what it sounds like (a really tight hug that squeezes all the air out!). I wrapped up the evening bent over a chair in the main suite as StrictDirk took his belt to me. From this position I also had a nice view of StrictDave spanking LilBluBunny, who has one of the roundest, most spankable bottoms around. What a nice way to end the night!

Friday morning came all too soon, and I awoke feeling ravenously hungry. YS and Beth seemed to share my appetite, so we all stuffed ourselves with breakfast featuring lots of extra bacon. Afterwards, we took a long bath and enjoyed each other before I headed off to meet TheCaringJoe. He had just arrived and had something for me. (It was a spanking!) I had something for him too! He strongly identifies as a Daddy, and while it's not a dynamic I've typically had much interest in, I decided to try a bit of Daddy/daughter roleplay with him. So when I saw a paddle with the word "Daddy" etched into it, I couldn't help myself. It practically said him all over it, so I got it for him. To round out the presentation (because I do enjoy a good costume), I put on something appropriate and went to meet him. I think I pulled the look off fairly well, if I do say so myself!

TheCaringJoe seemed to agree and wasted no time in getting me over his lap. He does a lot of rock climbing and other outdoorsy things that have made his hands as formidable as most paddles I've met, so we agreed on a nice handspanking that wouldn't destroy me. It was only Friday, after all. I think he understood my concerns and warmed me up to the perfect shade of pink without leaving a single bruise. It was so nice, I actually drifted off to sleep over his lap. Feeling extra cuddly, we finally dragged ourselves up and briefly sampled the new paddle before joining YS and Beth for dinner. After filling up on sushi, I changed and made my way back down to the party.

By now it was getting later, and since I'd slowly eased myself into the party so far, I found myself craving something a bit less gentle. To my delight, StrictDave was unoccupied and asked if I'd like to join him in one of the back bedrooms of the main suite. If you've ever played with StrictDave, this may not come as a surprise, but I've yet to have a scene with him that wasn't entirely fantastic. He's notably skilled in terms of technique, but he's also quite intuitive and capable of an impressive range of play. To put it simply, I knew I would enjoy myself, but I didn't expect to be so completely floored by the scene that would follow.

Dave has a certain presence that makes it very easy for me to slip into a submissive headspace and want to endure significantly more discomfort than I would typically enjoy. He takes control of the scene in a way that allows me to relax and absorb all the nice stuff without worrying about what to do or whether or not I'm mentally ready for what's to come. So from the start, I'm already receptive. Besides, the man is creative. It's always exciting to see what he'll come up with.

He sat on the bed and put me over his left knee before starting into a nice rhythm with his hand. I typically pay more attention when implements start appearing, but I honestly don't recall what exactly he used next. Occasionally he would stop, and I'd hear him retrieve something else from his bag of toys. He wrapped something around my ankles and lifted them off the ground, eliminating the last semblance of ownership I maintained over my body's ability to brace itself. I simply enjoyed it and floated off into elleespace, where I most like to be. At one point, I felt the distinct clap of dense wood, which cracked down on my skin with a very different sensation than the leather he'd just been using. After a few good strokes, he stopped and collected the pieces of the paddle. I'm not gonna pretend I wasn't proud, although I seriously doubt I had much to do with it. Even so, I've never had a paddle broken on me before!

My First Broken Paddle! YAY!

Although we didn't do too much talking before diving into the scene, we'd recently shared quite a bit of critical discussion regarding my desire for being treated with some degree of cruelty under specific conditions. This is sort of a tricky subject to explain in a single paragraph, but I believe it's relevant. I do enjoy genuinely suffering from time to time, but it's less about the pain and more about the gratification I get from knowing he derives an equal amount of pleasure from hurting me. This only works when it involves a sadist I feel safe with and appreciate enough as a human being to want him to enjoy my suffering. It's not something I take lightly or would indulge with most people, but StrictDave happens to hone in on this specific proclivity of mine, and it's one of the reasons I enjoy interacting with him the way I do. So do please keep that in mind when reading the remainder of my account.

Next he stood me up in front of him and gathered my hair in his left hand while looking directly at me with a sense of purpose that made my insides feel all bouncy. He seemed to observe me for a moment as he tilted my head back before slapping my face just hard enough to make me want another, which I received across the other cheek. I've recently developed a fondness for being slapped, and this was a good example of doing it right. It was an instant jolt of everything I wanted to feel at the moment. I let the happy sink in as he bent me over the edge of the bed and provided another round of goodness before sinking his teeth into the back of my neck. It's an interesting sensation, being bitten. Before experiencing it, I'd assumed it would just hurt, but in reality it comes with an abundance of emotions. The pain made me cry out, but the physical sense of being overpowered and subdued mentally pinned me to the bed and rid me of any resistance I had left. He confirmed that I was in a good place before biting me twice more, eliciting a similar reaction.

As I lay there wondering at what had happened, I looked up to see him sitting on his knees right in front of me on the bed. "Do you like me, ellee?" he asked in a tone that left no doubt that he knew my answer. I replied affirmatively. "Would you like to suffer for me?" he asked. "Yes, Sir!" I exclaimed, and I genuinely meant it. In fact, few things sounded more appealing to me at the moment. With that assurance, he grasped my hair in one hand and produced a quirt in the other, which he brought down on my upper back. It was hard enough to sting through my shirt but not at all unbearable. My physical response was positive, and he continued to whip me with just enough force to generate vibrations through my chest cavity as I pushed the breath in and out of my lungs. He would pause intermittently to shove his palm down firmly on my back, pressing the sting into my skin and me down into the mattress. This went on for a few minutes until I was positively unaware of anything else but that quirt, my skin, and his palm, and then it was over. He helped me up and we shared our impressions of the scene. I sat on the bed and collected myself as he gathered up his toys, and then we rejoined the party.

I slept well that night and my back was wonderfully sore the next morning. I inspected myself in the mirror and put on a t-shirt, smiling at the aching secret I shared with myself. It had already been a wonderful party, and it was just getting started.