(I asked Lizzie if I could write this next part, so with her permission I'll continue...)
Lizzie really doesn't like Saturday's dinner/dance. It reminds her too much of proms and unsuccessful dances. Unpopularity. Last year, she was in a bit of a state I remember comforting her and putting her to bed early, tucking her in and making sure she was sleeping comfortably before going back to a suite party. So this year I promised her she wouldn't have to do that. I didn't know what we'd figure out, but I knew we would.
I realize at this point my trip report is getting rather boring, not a lot of spanking going on here. So just because I feel badly about that, here's a gratuitous shot of Lizzie's bottom: