Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Science of Spanking



While Erica Scott and others wax on about the extended spanking sequence on last week's "The Office" on NBC, I was trolling the pages of Esquire magazine and discovered in the monthly sex column a piece on spanking.

The piece is rather well written and speaks for itself. (Click on the image to go straight to the article.)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Porn Shop or Sausage Purveyors?



Taken in the subway whilst in London last week...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Various Funny Bits

A month or so ago I told you all about a book on Amazon called "The Art of Spanking." In that blog I mentioned an artist in my company told me about it. As I was passing through the design studio the other day the artist calls from across the room, "Hey, Craig! I brought in 'The Art of Spanking' if you want to see it!" A few heads popped up from their drawing boards and computers to look at me with an odd expression. Between the errant text to my business partner I reported in my blog before Shadow Lane and this, I feel somehow the erosion of my vanilla cover bit by bit. Argh.

On a similar note, I was at the gym tonight on the incline trainer and a woman comes in across from me wearing the shirt in the photo (obviously the man in the photo isn't her, but that's what Google image search is for, isn't it?). The saying isn't new, it just caught me off guard.

Oh, by the way, the Flash Fucktion hasn't been forgotten. It's coming back soon!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

SL Report Clarifications

I got into it a bit on FL with some random guy who called me out for posting my report and using names and describing events that he felt should be private. I asked him who the hell he thought he was and reported I seek clearance from all involved, if hadn't received a prior or tacit approval from someone. I was pleasantly surprised when a bunch of the wonderful women I play with (and wrote about) jumped in to my defense. That was very thoughtful and I very much appreciated the support. To be randomly attacked (and "attacked" is a bit overdramatic if I do say so myself) seemed so strange.

So just to clarify, I don't just write shit about people without their prior approval. Period. If I've ever fucked that up, someone has told me and I fixed it.

On another note, on my Sunday SL Report I said the following:

"Ended up in Russ and Missy's suite with Gia (I think--it's all fuzzy) and Missy and I decided to go play. We had a wonderful, fun, hilarious, enriching scene in M & D's bedroom. I got in her head and she, in a funny way, got into mine. She really was pissing me off. She would move and wiggle in such a way that it lessened my swats on her bottom. If she thought I was aiming for her sweet spot, she'd turn to that side so her bottom went down, reducing the impact. I was impressed and irritated that she had figured out the physics of the scene and was working--almost like from an engineering perspective--on reducing the blows. I threatened her. I moved around to try to reduce her ability to move. In the end, it was a combination of the two, plus some serious swats to the legs in punishment, that got her to hold still. I finished with five bitter swats on her sweet spot, hitting so hard (after she had requested a "medium" scene) that it brought up two small but vicious red welts there."

I think what I wrote could have been misread, and I want to clarify. I did come off a bit like I had done whatever I felt like, regardless of the communication of what Missy had told me she was looking for at the start of our scene (a "medium" scene). It may have read like I was coming off as boastful that I had ignored her request and had done whatever I wanted. That is not the case. I pushed her, yes, but I also checked in continuously throughout the scene to make sure what was happening was meeting with her approval and satisfaction. I would never arbitrarily go beyond what both players in the scene want, and when I have my mistake, accident or overzealousness, I've always gone out of my way to rectify the situation either at the time or after the fact. I certainly feel I've earned the trust of those I play with, and I'm under the impression that does not come from me just idly playing at my whim, ignoring those I scene with.

I respect everyone I play with and want to ensure that each experience is giving her what she needs. Always.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Another Amusing Photo

You know when I travel I like to grab photos of funny stuff that pertains to our particular brand of lifestyle. Check out this pizza place that is absolutely, positively not for the masochistic.


Sunday, September 12, 2010

SL Party Report: Day 5 - Monday

We got up Monday morning, Gia quickly changing to head out to play as I got ready to go down to say goodbye to Jada who was heading out to the airport before noon. It was hard to say goodbye to my good friend. She's off on a 14 month tour, traveling for her business and missing many potential parties that may come along. I realized it was the last time I'd see her for some time, so saying goodbye was tough.

Once she left Lizzie and I had a quick final scene of OTK and once again I realized I was saying goodbye to a dear friend I wouldn't see for some time. The next weekend party isn't for more than seven months (SSNY's AC party in April) and I had a hard time imagining not seeing and playing with two ladies that I have such a special bond with. Ugh.

I went back to our suite and Gia and I finished packing, Russ & Missy stopping by to pick up a few implements left behind for them. We talked for a bit (that's when I learned Missy knew of my iPhone texting transgression the night before!), enjoying an opportunity to bond and chat.

Gia and I were in the taxi on the way to the airport, our phones buzzing and ringing with texts coming from friends we were already missing, sending messages to play partners, friends and new friends we'd just met over the weekend.

Arriving home from a party is always bittersweet. It's always wonderful to get home and back to our own bed and our own lives, but at the same time, it signifies the end of all that build-up, anticipation, planning, energy and activity.

To all my new friends: great to meet you and get to know you all (Danny, Iggy, Ann, B, Missy, Russ, others) and to all my favorite friends, comrades and play partners (Michael & Kate, Erica, J, Dave & Stacy, Brad, M & D, Jada, Lizzie, Katy-Lynn, Carolyn, John, Phineous and so many others) -- great to see you and I miss you all already.

Until next time...

SL Party Report: Day 4 - Sunday

We went to breakfast at the Cafe Sienna in the casino lobby, sitting next to Danny and Sophie, Mir and Erica and J at the next table. Somehow, they all got situated after we did, yet got served first. We waited 90 minutes for breakfast and the servers were incredibly rude. I asked at one point where our food was and the server actually put her hand up to me and dismissed me. Poor Jada didn't get her food for about 15 minutes after the 90 minutes and was the last one served! So when we finally left, some two hours and 15 minutes later, I tore a dollar bill in half and left it on the table. (I didn't want her to think I was just cheap!)

Soon, it was time for CP Court. If you haven't seen or been, Strict Dave comes in judges robes and takes accusations all party for trial cases, hears both sides of the story (to much humor and entertainment, typically) and then gives his sentencing (typically swats for the bottom there on the spot and "personal service" if the top is found guilty). I was a little late and missed that Gia had brought me up on charges (sheesh! ;-) ) but Strict Dave was "polite" enough to move it on the docket. When I arrived, I got called as a witness as Kate had brought Carolyn up on charges for missing our fire scene. It was a fun one and Carolyn was found guilty and got swatted.

Next, D brought me up on charges for not living up to my promises. She says I had told her that since she was curious in my arsenal of BDSM implements I would try them all on her, but when we had played briefly, had only used one. She misrepresented the situation, however. That scene was just a quick, playful one. I was planning on using the implements on her later. I played it all up for yuks, but in the end I was "punished" with 15 minutes of personal service and a requirement to use at least six implements on her. (In the end, we played for over 45 minutes and I used almost three dozen implements, I believe.)

Gia's charges came up and she informed the packed "court" that I had caused trauma when I texted my business partner accidentally that I would be spanking him in 24 hours. You can read about my embarrassment here. She also mentioned I had been texting while driving and had been texting Lizzie during my 26th anniversary dinner (she failed to mention she had also been texting Russ!). When the judge turned to me and asked me my side of story I pleaded the fifth. There was nothing I could do or say. I was caught dead to rights. Plus, I'd already blogged about the thing. I was found guilty and ordered personal service (again!). (I look forward to doing my personal service, BTW!)

Afterward, it was time for my scene with Jada. There was some serious mind-fuckery prior. After the figging with Lizzie I had left an uncarved hunk of ginger on the hotel room table in the room she and Jada shared, so Jada could see it and ponder for a day or two. She had. By the time our scene began she was in a very nervous place. I moved her to the bed, swatting her bottom some more. Finally, we finished off with the ginger--her first time--and I was rather ruthless, but she did great. The scene finished fantastically. It was quite rewarding actually, her stoic nature turning into a really cathartic scene. During aftercare we chatted and just enjoyed one another's company for a bit.

Before too long, it was about time for M & D to leave for the airport, and a group of us went to the Mexican restaurant to see them off. Russ, Missy, Erica, J, Danny, Sophie, Gia, M & D, Jada and Lizzie were all there, along with Ann and a few others if I recall. We had a fun meal, with Gia and D bonding before bidding one another a tough farewell. They are truly soul sisters and parting at the end of a party is always hard for the two. I always feel so poorly for them. It was fun getting some time to know Danny just a little bit better, too.

At the SSNY Atlantic City party Lizzie and I discovered a cool new spanking position: standing. I know, I know--you all probably know this, but it was a new revelation to us. So we ended up in her room doing our "tradition" of a standing spanking, which was fun.

We ended up at one of the suite parties again and I saw Erica there, so I took her to the master bedroom to play, but the bed was completely full, when someone said we could go off to the bathroom. Shrugging, we went in to discover a huge marble bathroom with floor-to-ceiling windows. There was something hot about spanking Erica with the bathroom lights on and the twinkling lights of Vegas in the background, thinking that maybe people could see us from below. After a great OTK on the corner of the sunken bathtub we did aftercare and chatted for a bit. It was a really pleasant scene in an odd place.

Wandering around as the party was sort of petering out early, I went "scouting" for a new party to play at and was surprised to see that things were winding down early all over. It had been sort of a sedate Shadowlane, and Sunday was more so. Ended up in Russ and Missy's suite with Gia (I think--it's all fuzzy) and Missy and I decided to go play. We had a wonderful, fun, hilarious, enriching scene in M & D's bedroom. I got in her head and she, in a funny way, got into mine. She really was pissing me off. She would move and wiggle in such a way that it lessened my swats on her bottom. If she thought I was aiming for her sweet spot, she'd turn to that side so her bottom went down, reducing the impact. I was impressed and irritated that she had figured out the physics of the scene and was working--almost like from an engineering perspective--on reducing the blows. I threatened her. I moved around to try to reduce her ability to move. In the end, it was a combination of the two, plus some serious swats to the legs in punishment, that got her to hold still. I finished with five bitter swats on her sweet spot, hitting so hard (after she had requested a "medium" scene) that it brought up two small but vicious red welts there.

What a fantastic girl. Great first scene. I loved she got in my head and I got into hers. I'd play with her again any day, any time, any way.

But I've got a somewhat embarrassing story here. Gia and I planned to have a little impromptu party in the suite for around midnight. I thought Missy and I had plenty of time when we started around 11:15, but we talked for some time, getting to know each other, and during aftercare it was getting very close to midnight. I carried a wooden paddle from Kitty in one pants pocket and my iPhone in the other, and I took them both out to not dig into Missy's side during OTK. But as it got closer to midnight I kept feeling the phone right at my side on the bed. I knew it was friends wanting to know when the party was starting, and I didn't want to interrupt the conversation with Missy over my lap during aftercare, so I surreptitiously picked up the phone to quickly text everyone to be at the room after 12:15.

Unbeknownst to me, sharp-eyed Missy had seen me texting in the reflection of the painting over the bed and called me on it the next day. UGH! I was so embarrassed! I didn't want her to think our scene didn't matter to me, but I felt I needed to let everyone know what was going on and the party start time was running late. I felt like a schmuck.

The party began and Erica, J, Phineous, Dave & Stacy, Kate & Michael, Gia, John (of Bon Jovi-style fame), Brad, Lizzie, Jada, Aurora and a few others ended up in our suite. We chatted, swatted, while Phineous and Gia did florentine flogging in the next room, turning Kate into Jell-O. (Phineous had already flogged Erica and turned her to mush in J's arms, ending her weekend on a relaxing note.) Brad had had a terrible day and he and Gia went off to play at one point and I'm certain Gia lifted his spirits, as did Lizzie (and I think Jada, too, but I'm not certain about that).

It was fun hanging with friends, chatting, playing a bit. By around 3 am everyone was spent and went off to bed. The weekend was rapidly coming to an end.

Friday, September 10, 2010

SL Party Report: Day 3 - Saturday Part 2

Continuing my Saturday description from yesterday...

Gia and I headed down to the dinner dance, her in a beautiful chiffon lace number that was part kink and part retro, the perfect dress for SL's Mad Men theme. I wore a black thin lapel suit with thin black leather tie I borrowed at Gia's urging, a white linen pocket square and black slacks. We dined with friends including Michael & Kate, and soon the music was blaring. I chatted briefly with Lizzie and Jada. Lizzie wasn't having the best of nights and I was worried about her. She looked absolutely enticing in a light yellow dress that worked so perfectly with her alabaster skin. Jada was also quite stunning in a retro dress and headband. Somehow she magically reworked her hair to somehow end up looking like Michael J. Fox's young hot version of his mom in Back to the Future. Erica came in with J wearing this thin horizontal stripe dress that looked like it was painted on.

Gia and I danced to her favorite song, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. A slow number came on and I took Lizzie onto the dance floor. It was a wonderful dance, with a lot of long eye gazes and me making dastardly threats in her ear. Jada and I danced, too, a sweet number. Erica and I also danced a slow dance, catching up, talking about our party experiences like two old warriors reliving great battles. Gia and I danced again, laughing and spinning and having a great time.

Before we knew it, it was well after 10 pm and we quickly got ready to go, but before we did Russ took Gia over his knee and spanked her, while Soul Patch showed up again (ugh!) asking Russ if he could join in and spank her too. I couldn't hear what he said, but I saw him shake his head vehemently. After, Gia and I went back to our suite to change and head out to play.

On the way to play we ran into Carolyn who proudly presented to me my own giant rice paddle. If any of you remember last year's SL Party Report, in which I spanked Carolyn, Gia and others for Carolyn's birthday with a 36" long rice paddle she'd picked up at a Chinese kitchen supply store for $4.99. It was hilarious, so I was flabbergasted when she showed up--one year later--with another of the rice paddles, just for me!

At Tom's suite party I grabbed Erica and took her into a bedroom to play, with Miss Chris doing a cane scene on the bed next to us. Erica was kicking and thrashing and practically tripped Miss Chris! I hollered at erica, smacking her for nearly tripping Miss Chris (or so I said) and Miss jumped in with a few appropriate words of her own. Fun! Of course, she didn't let me get that rice paddle anywhere near her!

Soon thereafter Danny brought D into to play with her and she wanted for some reason for Erica and I to follow. We went in, and when Danny flipped up D's skirt he cracked up when he saw her panties read, "I'm not Erica!!!" Erica and I laughed and laughed, too!

Lizzie didn't show up at the suite party and I went down the hall to check up on her. We chatted a bit and finally I instructed her to go to bed--she seemed very tired. She got ready for bed and climbed in, me quickly tucking her in turning out the lights. Going back down the hall to the suite party I discovered Jada fading fast (they both had gotten up early to catch up with one another) and so I was back in Lizzie's room in no time, tucking Jada in and kissing her on the forehead. Lizzie wasn't asleep, so I went around to her side of the bed and scolded her severely--a brief but fun verbal scene, if I do say so myself.

Having finished with those two I went back to the party. Iggy was there, calling me "scary top" again, and I teased her a bit. I found Carolyn there and grabbed her to spank her, but when we went into the other bedroom we found a man lying on the bed, relaxing. We asked him to move, but stated he didn't care to. Frustrated, Carolyn chose then to lie sideways across him so I could spank her. Odd, to be certain. How annoying is that? There's no room to play and this guy doesn't even bother to get up! Every time I spanked her, she sort of dug her elbows into the dude's back, hoping he'd get the hint. Eventually he gave, getting up and relinquishing the bed to us, where I finished her off with her own rice paddle gift!

Though it was late at this point I was restless, wanting to play, but the parties were winding down. Just then I got a text from B. Was I interested in playing again? I knew she didn't play publicly, so I was off to her room and once again she was an utterly nervous nelly, fidgeting and yakking up a storm. Again, I wasn't sure why I was there, but I plopped down on the bed and ordered her across my lap. Eventually she obliged. She was soooo nervous and kept saying, "I don't know why I'm like this! I'm normally nothing like this! You must think I'm a complete nutcase!" I didn't, but wasn't sure why she was at SL if she wasn't intending on playing. I was patient, but thought it was interesting that she brought out this odd new side to me, something akin to a Spock sort of seriousness combined with my usual utter frankness and honestly. She found this completely toppy in a way that worked perfectly for her. How did I know this? I have no clue. I just sort of sussed it on the spot, a chemical reaction?

Over my lap I spanked her bare bottom and was really getting into it, even though she said, "medium" in terms of how hard I would spank her. She started kicking and I told her I wasn't going to put up with that and would slap the back of her legs if she did it again. Well, she did. Again and again and again. And each time, I'd smack both legs, hard, then go back to spanking her bottom. A short time later, we were done and I hugged her goodnight and headed on my way. (It wasn't until a few days later that I learned the back of her legs were bruised. Well, can't say I didn't warn her!)

Ran into Erica in the hallway heading off to bed, a loopy, headspacy kind of drunk (no alcohol involved). Before much longer I was pouring myself into bed, the official end of Shadow Lane behind us all. Fortunately for us, we weren't to head out of town until Monday, a full extra day of fun and play ahead of us.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

SL Party Report: Day 3 - Saturday Part 1

Like the last Harry Potter book being turned into a two-part movie, Saturday had so much happen I'm turning this blog entry into a two-parter as well...


After going to bed at 4 am I got up at 10, only to find Gia and D still up and talking in the living room of our suite! They'd watched the sun rise and decided to stay up. Went to breakfast and then headed up to the SSNY suite for their afternoon party. There I took Iggy(as opposed to Lizzie) aside and gave her a fun spanking there. She'd been grumbling about how scary I was, based on Erica's blog. Scary? Me? So to prove I was on okay guy I decided to give her some OTK to prove I wasn't so bad. DId it work? I don't think so. She called me "that scary top" all weekend and is now my moniker with her.

Before my scheduled fire scene with Carolyn I managed to squeeze in a caning with Lizzie in my suite. I pushed her against the window, pressing her breasts into the glass. I had her hands on a dining room chair, OTK and back on the chair. It was cane only and was fast but intense.

Soon, it was time for my fire play sessions. I had asked Erica and J to bring my fire and wax kit, since Gia and I were flying we couldn't bring the flammable materials (and potential "weapons" with us). Since last year's party I'd been talking to Carolyn about a fire scene at this year's SL party, so there was a lot of build-up. It got to be time for our "appointment" and I had decided to use the dining room table in our suite as the appropriate height platform to perform my scene, bringing a yoga mat to make it comfortable. I'd put down a huge disposable plastic tarp to collect the wax drippings and splatters and had tested the open flame to ensure I wasn't going to set off the fire alarm in the room. Imagine explaining that when security shows up with a nude woman on the dining room table! Ha!

Carolyn was running late, and Kate (of Michael & Kate) really wanted to try fireplay, so we did. With a small audience in the suite, Kate took off her clothes and laid face down on the tarp. I warned her not to move. Your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in when you're lit on fire and it takes everything in your being not to let your caveman instincts kick in the first time, but moving is, well, bad. So I laid down the alcohol on her spine and lit it. And she jumped and squirmed. Michael shouted in his best bear voice, "Hold STILL!" and I was trying to pat out the flame but she jerked around and I couldn't.

The process is quite simple. Swab on the alcohol, light a baton, touch the baton to the wet alcohol on the skin with one hand and swipe across the flame with the other hand, putting it out quickly. Repeat. You develop a rhythm. But that jerking burned Kate, just the tiniest of bits. But I'm a perfectionist to begin with and knowing I'd potentially hurt Kate was terrible. I get into a shitty headspace when I wrap, so you might imagine what I'd do with a burn. And I respect Michael and his skill so much, having him sit there watching is nerve-wracking enough, then burning his lovely bride...ugh!

I applied some antiseptic and shook it off, continuing to apply fire to her entire back, one small section at a time. When I was done with that, I continued with the wax, holding it high and dripping it on her lower back. A good wax scene alone can take over an hour to do a whole back and bottom and there just wasn't enough time. And since Kate was trying it out, I kept the area to a minimum and peeled it all way.

I looked at the minor burn and felt terrible, but sent her to relax with Michael on the sofa. Carolyn arrived, but I soon found she had skin lotion on (no perfume or lotion of any kind as it might be alcohol-based, which could be flammable). I told her she needed to shower first and she left. I guess I didn't hear her say never mind, because I waited and she didn't come back, so I texted Jada because I knew she wanted fire play. We'd talked about it almost as long as Carolyn and I had been talking about it and she showered and showed up with wet hair, which is smart, because it makes it less dangerous around flame. She remembered all my coaching about the scene! From nearly a year ago! I was very, very impressed.

Having found my rhythm and shook my nerves my fire & wax scene with Jada went a lot better. Jada undressed and climbed onto the dining room table and I lit her up and covered her lower back and upper bottom with wax. As I dripped the wax I heard her suck in her breath, really trying to handle the pain from the heat. I just kept saying to her, "Take it, you take it all in" as I dripped candle after candle of wax on her. She sucked it up. I was very proud of her.

Afterward, everyone was hanging out in the suite--Michael, Kate, John, Erica, Lizzie and Jada and M & D (Gia had gone to bed to get some much-needed rest after staying up all night with D). I had had the cane out from earlier and I was just standing around with nervous energy fidgeting with the cane. Lizzie was slouched on the sofa and I playfully smacked the top of her legs. Fully clothed in shoes, jeans and t-shirt, that one impromptu smack turned into one of the hottest scenes I've ever had. With everyone talking and sitting around I caned her upper legs as she sat there, caned her belly and breasts. I used the tip to hold her chin up to look at me. "Tell me you're a little exhibitionist," I ordered. She demurred. "No." I smacked her with the thick cane on her legs. "Tell me!" I ordered and she refused. This kept up for some time, with smacks on her arms, chest, abdomen and legs. I would repeatedly pull her chin up to look at me with the cane. Finally, exasperated, I launched into a very hard set of cane hits on the upper legs and ordered her, "Tell me you're a fucking exhibitionist!" She looked at me. Paused. "I'm a fucking exhibitionist." Damn.

Everyone left not long after and Gia was up. We all got ready for dinner

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

SL Party Report: Day 2 - Friday

Friday began with brunch at the CafĂ© down in the casino, a gamble unto itself. Would the food be cold? Arrive on time? Would the service be spotty? Nonexistent? Roll the dice. In this case, we must’ve rolled well; our meal was good and fairly fast. Met some new friends (Iggy and a gentleman who mysteriously informed us when asked where he was from we were told, “Europe.” Later, when reciting this story to a friend she said he had told her the same thing and when he asked her where she was from she said, “North America.” Ha!) and dined with regulars Jada, M & D and Lizzie, refueling for what would be a very busy day and night.

During breakfast we got to talking about scenes. I get rambly and a little scattered with little sleep and in a general state of quasi-top space all weekend. I sort of barfed out an idea that it would be cool if you got a bottom to top another bottom. The top would tell the bottom what to do. It would be a mindfuck for the bottom doing the topping—possibly even a little bit of erotic humiliation—and the bottom getting bottomed would be, well, topped by the bottom. You following me? I decided to coin the term “puppet topping.” We all got a laugh about this, but I got thinking about it more and more and now I’m interested in trying this out. What do you think? Someone must’ve done this, but I’m pretty sure I coined the term Puppet Topping.

With brunch done I was off to play with ChloeMichelle, my Australian friend I got to play with once in Atlantic City at the SSNY party. She’s an interesting one and was curious about some of my more BDSM-y implements, particularly the sensation play stuff, and so I tried it out with her. Results were good and though she was squirmy and a bit flustered We both appreciated the scene in the end, which was nice. I’d gladly play with her again anytime.

If you recall, I had blogged prior to the party that I was going to work my schedule at this party different from previous ones. I’d set very few things up, instead opting to take things as they happened and play it by ear, so I found myself with an open gap in my schedule . Of my friends I knew pretty much who were playing, so I thought I’d look Lizzie up to see what she was up to (yes…again!) and tried texting her. I thought she might have been hanging out in her room so after finishing with Chloe I walked down the hall to Lizzie’s room and knocked but there was no answer. Okay. She’s off playing, too. Awesome. I had no idea she had been napping and slept right through my knocking, but we got in touch with each other not long after and I came back to her room and gave her a proper OTK scene which, like many other things, begins to blur with so much of the party weekend. Suffice it to say, in checking my recollection with Lizzie, we’re both pretty sure it was a good scene.

Arriving back in our suite, D was there and I felt it was time to give my roommate a good spanking, too, pulling out an implement to give her a semi-quick but nice spanking in my bedroom. For how good our friendship is you’d think D and I would have played a lot, but aside from some quick, impromptu party scenes we really hadn’t played much at all, and this was certainly not going to be the scene that made up lost ground.

Soon it was time to get ready for the Vendor Fair. Gia and I got dressed and headed down to the ballroom. She had fun planned on her own with Russ and I had something special planned that was going to take up part of the Vendor Fair and my evening. Gia and I looked around at all the goodies (I’m not a spanking video nut, sorry folks) but I had regretted not getting a beautiful wood hairbrush-style paddle from Kitty last year, so when I got the chance at the Fair to pick one up, I did.

Soon, the object on my special scene arrived. Lizzie and I had been negotiating our evening for weeks, all the way down to our outfits. I was wearing a sort of BDSM-y collarless shiny black shirt (I think Brad called it a Goth BDSM shirt) and black slacks, while Lizzie wore a form-fitting white brocade corset that pushed her breasts up suggestively and a tiny pair of black leather shorts that zipped all the way around up the middle that looked like they were painted on. I knew what was to happen, as did she, but the timing had to be right. I saw her looking around the Vendor Fair with her friends and I paced around the ballroom like a caged animal, waiting to begin. When the time came, I snuck around a group of people standing around talking. We’d planned a takedown and it was time to do the job. Jumping around from behind a group I grabbed her harshly by the waist and lifted her off the ground (a decent trick given her 5’ 8” frame) and raising one leg lotus-style to support her waist whilst I spanked her leathered bottom about as hard and as fast as I could muster. Lizzie put her palms flat on the carpet of the ballroom while I wailed on her butt. A small group formed around us as I spanked her. A minute or two later I lifted her back into a standing position and gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek. It had been exactly what we had talked about. (Later I learned that KatyLynn’s boyfriend, who had never met me, thought I had been some random stranger assailant who had decided to just spank the holy hell out of Lizzie. He had to be nearly restrained to keep from pulling me off her!)

Soon I saw Erica and her boyfriend J wandering the ballroom and it wasn’t long before I had pulled out a chair at one of the tables and had Erica over my knee doing classic OTK for a group of appreciative admirers. It’s always lovely to get a chance to spank Erica’s beautiful bottom and a public spanking only makes the experience more enjoyable. I learned then that this was Erica’s first spanking of the party, a tradition I was more than pleased to continue.

It was time to continue my scene with Lizzie that began with the takedown, so off we went to her room. I pulled out a veritable arsenal of implements, toys and gear, laying them out on the hotel room table and a bathroom towel on the floor. I told Lizzie to go the ice machine and get buckets of ice and bring them to the bathroom sink. It took her three trips to fill the bathroom. Then, with a flourish, I pulled out the aluminum paddle I had tested on her the day before and had her push it into the sink of ice, immersing it totally.

Before long we began. I would never just have a scene like the one we had. It involved a lot of intense play, some serious psychological dominance and humiliation and a lot—a lot—of hand slapping. Body slapping, face and breast slapping, hair grabbing. It was intense and hot. I used my long black riding crop all over Lizzie, causing her to cry out in pain. We did a harsh strapping with both a wide and thin leather strap I got at Bizarre Bazaar last year and my 100-year old razor strap.

But it was the figging that put the scene over the top. Gia had asked if I was going to do a figging with Lizzie, which when asked was kind of random, but it had got me thinking… I had Lizzie prepare herself in a way that would intensify the sensation and I carved the fresh ginger in the room’s trashcan. She came back from the restroom and I applied the ginger, letting the sensation sink in. Then I went to the sink, pulling out the ice-covered metal paddle, so cold chips of ice clung to it. Without wiping it down or drying it off I came back and began spanking her mercilessly with the icy paddle, shrapnel of ice flying off the aluminum and ricocheting off the walls and Lizzie. It was really quite intense. And when I smacked the paddle across both cheeks, intentionally landing squarely on the ginger, Lizzie screamed.

We wrapped the scene up soon thereafter, but not before I had re-iced the paddle two more times. Lizzie was a trouper and took it all in stride. It was quite a scene. By then, the suite parties were in full swing and we got ready to head out when suddenly a knock at Lizzie’s door made us jump and we discovered Jada had arrived! What a treat! Jada wasn’t supposed to make it, having just started a new job. But in the end she made it, arriving to the hotel around 11 pm Friday night. We gave her huge hugs and she plopped face down onto the bed, exhausted from her long flight. I took the opportunity to jump on her, straddling her still clad in jeans from her trip, to smack her bottom with a rhythmic beat in time to the music playing in the room.

Soon we were off to Tom’s suite party. There we ran into Sarah and I had her across my lap on the sofa in no time. We would have had a not of fun had it not been for the creepy foreign dude with the soul patch (known hereafter as Soul Patch) leaning down into Sarah’s face and saying, “You are esqueeeezit!” only a few inches from her face. “Ew!” Sarah said. “Personal space!” And that scene killed the fun we’d been having. (It ends up I personally witnessed this cretin do this sort of thing no less than five times, including to Andy and Keith in a suite scene that ended with Andy lecturing the guy severely.)

Erica and I played in the back bedroom as others were playing around us. I finally got to meet Danny at the suite and his pretty girlfriend. I had spoken to B online, on my blog, and we talked about meeting at the Vendor Fair, but I missed her. We texted and I saw her and we met and talked. She was super nervous. Very on edge. She talked a lot, so nervous and fidgety. She almost didn't play. In the end, we did a quick OTK and I left, but I found her fascinating, interesting and intriguing. Not at all typical of the kind of women I meet or play with at these parties.

Things are fuzzy with my notes here, so I’ll wrap up Friday night. We ended up with a little impromptu party in our suite, hanging out, drinking wine and chatting, a small group of us. Thre were a few random spankings. We talked and talked. I spanked Lizzie on my bed and later, took sweet Ann in for a fun and lighthearted OTK.

Before I knew it it was 4 am. People went on their way to bed and I headed off to bed as well as Gia and D watched the sun rise chatting in the living room of our suite. The two best friends had much catching up to do…

An amazing first “official” party day to be sure…

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

SL Party Report: Day 1 - Thursday

Note: This is not a general report on the Labor Day Weekend party. Rather, this is my report of my experiences. Inevitably I will leave someone out, get things out of order, think I spanked one person when in fact I had spanked another. These weekends blur together into one dreamlike memory. My intent is not to offend anyone or hurt anyone’s feelings. Feel free to correct my recollection in your comments should I screw up.

Let me start by saying this year’s SL was very low-key. I’d heard in advance that it might be the largest. There seemed to be quite the head of steam building up for the event, particularly with the news that the FMS Beach Party was waning, at best, and that there hadn’t been a SL party earlier in the year it seemed this would be a blow-out. But all in all, no real blow out. That’s not to say it wasn’t fantastic. In fact, it was. Very much so. It seemed the theme was “quality over quantity” with many. It certainly was with me. The party felt mostly drama-free, which is nice yet seems sort of like a bullet was magically dodged.

Thursday began as vanilla as it could, taking my son to his first week of high school. Gia Belle, my wife, and I flew to Las Vegas, arriving at the hotel and unpacking in our two room suite we were sharing with our friends M & D (M being the husband, D being the wife), who were not showing up until late that night. Gia had a packed schedule and after a warm-up by yours truly in our room, was almost late to play with Brad and others and was quickly changed and out the door like a shot.

I met up Lizzie in her room. We’d talked via email off and on since FMS (if not before) about our next scene and we arranged a very intense, dark and brooding scene—something rather abnormal for anyone that knows me. I had purchased some new implements for a scene we’d planned for Friday and I wanted to test some of them, including a long, heavy, multi-holed aluminum paddle that was to play a prominent role in that Friday scene. I brought a cane I’d not traveled with before—a thick-ish rod more flat than round, which Lizzie felt could sting but could also be quite thuddy. Because of these multiple properties I dubbed it “canemore.” Lizzie came out of it long enough to say, “Wha…?” “I shall call it ‘canemore,’” I said. “Because it’s like a cane, and more.” We both laughed.

What was intense and what we had discussed a great deal down to the last motion of muscle was a scene with a lot of slapping, both bodily and in the face. This kind of harsh intensity is not something I do on any kind of regular basis. I have to know the bottom very well and understand where she is coming from before I even think of attempting such a scene. It was frightening and wonderful. I had a long, evil riding crop that I also used over the entire body and face. Lizzie responded with amazing writing, screams and cries. Delicious.

Afterward, it was suite party time and dinner. To be honest, I have to take notes to remember everything that happens over the weekend and my notes are fuzzy here. I know we ate with a small group. I know there was a suite party. But I was in some blurry top space and without any more notes than this, the evening is more or less a loss for me, memory-wise. Sorry foks. Hopefully others can fill in the blanks or I will addendum this first entry later.

M & D finally arrived very late, their flight delayed, missing the hotel shuttle. They ate at the hotel’s TGI Fridays probably around midnight. After the suite party I was shot, having got up early to take my son to school. I plopped down on the bed to read a magazine. I left the bedroom door open so I could hear M & D come in so I could say hi to our friends. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep and D was in my room, falling on the bed in an embrace as we said a proper D-fashion hello.

And then, with Gia out still playing, I fell asleep.

Tomorrow, the official start of the party, the vendor fair, my first take-down scene, tons of spanking, what that aluminum paddle was for and much more…

Monday, September 6, 2010

SHADOW LANE PARTY TRIP REPORT STARTS TUESDAY!

If you're looking for my Post-Party Rundown of the Shadow Lane Labor Day weekend, part one (Thursday) will be posted tomorrow, Tuesday Sept 7.

Hope you pop over to read!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Steampunk Sex Toys & Teledildonics

For all my fellow scifi and fantasy friends out there check out this from Wired Magazine's online Gadget Lab: a steampunk sex toy. I'd like to try that out with my new post-apocalyptic Bioshock-style gas mask!

(click the image to read the article and see more photos)



Of course, that's nothing compared to teledildonics. What's teledildonics? Basically, it's a remotely operated sex toy, generally attached to a computer for virtual sex with another person somewhere else. Sorta like Apple's FaceTime but with a lot more bodily fluids. Sort of the "next-gen" online sex idea, the notion of teledildonics has been around since its first reference in the mid-70s. Well, it seems teledildonics is no longer just science fiction or a nascent technology notion, it's coming to the Wii. Click here to read more.

Imagine the possibilities...

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Another Amusing Anecdote + Flash Fucktion Update

Starting with the latter, Tropical Torment (which sounds like a bad Shadow Lane title, doesn't it?) won't continue until after the Labor Day party in Vegas. Just to manage all your expectations...

Now to the amusing anecdote...

I don't know if you own an iPhone or not, but if you're going to send a text on your iPhone and you pick a name from your list of conversations and another text comes in from someone else, it's easy for the conversation window to switch to that incoming text rather than the one you just selected. On a few occasions I've accidentally sent texts to the wrong person this way. Has this happend to you?

Last night, as I was about to text Lizzie, a text came in. I ignored it and texted this:

I will be spanking you in 24 hours.

She's already in Vegas for ShadowLane. Gia Belle and I are on the way.

About 20 minutes later I was wondering why she hadn't responded. I looked at my phone and to my horror I realized I'd sent that text to the person who's message had been incoming...from my business partner...who knows nothing of my kink!

I felt this sick pit in my stomach form. What do I do???

I formulated a plan.

I texted him back:

Fucking auto-correct. I MEANT I'll be SPEAKING to you in 24 hours.

I waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, about three hours later I got a response:

HA!

Whew!

I think I dodged a bullet. I'm not sure I'll ever know...