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Epic hairbrushing

Well, Paul says it wasn't really that hard, but it felt epic. 

Details and musings about it are over at the Punishment Book blog.  Sorry to have been remiss about finishing the scene reports on Shadow Lane. I swear I'm going to write them even if it does add to my "sick little hand-tawsing freak" rep.

Meanwhile, does anyone know where this picture comes from?  Being spanked over the knee in public / private on a park bench is a long time fantasy for me and this is such a beautiful photo.  Anybody know who deserves credit?

Not a Party Report

Last summer I wrote a sort of short story about a furniture fantasy involving an ad for a Chesterfield sofa.  Recently Casey Morgan blogged about the attractiveness of said leather furniture under a blog entry called When Furniture Is Hot.  

So last night as I was surfing a bit and thinking about bedtime I found this picture.  Have I mentioned I've got a thing for Clive Owen? Oh, I suspect I have, even without his having given an on-screen spanking in Shoot 'Em Up.

Yes, okClive Owen is smoking in this picture, which generally does spoil spanking fantasies for me, but I'm willing to be flexible.

Btw, when I finally get back to the rest of the party reports, I'll be able to tell of a conversation about Clive Owen spanking the lovely Amy Hunter.  

Clive, if you're reading, Amy says it would be okay with her.   Just send her an email.

Shadow Lane: Friday Night Vendor Fair

Pab* and I arrived in Vegas late (the result of having left late largely due to my deciding to last-minute shop). Last minute packing meant we took everything we could lay our hands on.  

We're old hands at the drive now, so it took just over four hours to get from Santa Monica to the hotel. Okay, okay, it took Pab 4 hours. I was along for the ride. Thankfully the hotel is on the west side of the strip so there was no need to drive through 5pm Vegas traffic. We'd stayed at the Gold Coast when we met Niki Flynn in Vegas in November** so had a pretty good idea of what the rooms were like.  Our premium king room on the 4th floor was better than I expected, though it still had the problem of all the remodeled room in the hotel -- no bath tub and a weird sliding bathroom door which was not at all sound proofed***.  Bridget called to say she and HH were still out exploring the beauty of Death Valley, so I was relieved we weren't going to be the last to arrive.  

Not that my friends think I'm flaky or anything.  But Niki's always where she's supposed to be when she says she's going to be there.  

After we carried the contents of the car to the room, I called Niki's room and found out she was helping (the other) Paul and the lovely Lucy of Northern Spanking get some things packaged for their table. I offered to come down and help if needed.  Niki said I could, especially when I offered to bring a bottle down with me (there are advantages to driving).

So a quick shower and change --wore a jean skirt (last minute charity shop $6 find), pink button down shirt, green sweater, brown tights and brown ballet flats)-- and then headed to Paul and Lucy's room to help tie ribbons around the "Wheatley Manor" DVDs.  This is a three hour epic spanking video.  Three hours!  Niki did much of the work -- she's the organized one of the two of us -- but I think the neat lemon Stoli I brought helped move the job along.  Meeting Lucy and Paul was great -- they made a good impression even though they were clearly harried trying to get ready to set up their table and do the (god only knows how many) shoots they were arranging this weekend.  Lucy looks lovely in photographs but they definitely do not do her justice.  Each time I was face to face with her, I was knocked out by Lucy's blonde good looks and stammered like a school girl.  

Okay, about to start to gush, more on Lucy and NS later.

We went down to the fair and were greeted by Tony and Butch.  Niki and I (wo)manned the NS table briefly while the rest of the NS contingent went around and greeted.  I felt long lost, rusty retail skills returning as I encouraged people to buy the DVD set ($50) while the video played on a large MacBook next to us.  I haven't watched it all the way through yet, but based on what I was seeing at the table, there definitely is plenty of girl on girl action.  Smoking hot!

NS's table was next to Kitty's vendor table and all her lovely but deadly paddles.  As I examined a gorgeous burled black walnut one, a tall hotel waiter stood behind me.  I turned and commented on how lovely the wood was, wondering what the staff at this hotel would think of us -- did we seem like weird freaks?  He smiled, looked down at me and said 

"Yes, but the problem is finding someone to use it on."

(!!!)

I stammered, blushed and said brightly "this would be the room to look."  Nothing further happened -- I was too shy to follow up.

At this point two things happened. Suddenly the room was filling up and at that exact moment, the vodka I'd drunk hit my head and made me giddy and a bit dizzy.  Those of you who know me know I don't drink very much or very often.  Niki, while certainly no lush of course, had poured our drinks with a generous hand.  She was fine, but as the vodka hit I remembered I'd not eaten anything but a latte and protein bar all day.  Eep!

Fortunately the food opened up right at that moment.  There were many yummy things, but I keyed in on the swedish meatballs, something I can't seem to cook right and never get enough of.  Iris came down with M and I was excited to see them.  I think M recognized my bright cheeriness was a little more alcohol based than it should be, steered us toward a table and gallantly fetched more of the life-saving meatballs.  Suddenly Pablo was there too with Bridget, HH and the fair became a reunion.

Over at the SL table, Eve introduced me to David, who made a video for SL, called "Punishment Book" with his partner Lizzy.  He was charming and we chatted about the PB and how the use of punishment, even within the scene, can sometimes be hard to explain to those who don't do it.  It was a great conversation but I had to cut it short when my anxiety got the better of me (it's really hard for me to meet new people) and I had to head back to our table.  Ironically, when I got there, Iris and Bridget were deep in conversation with Lizzy who was trying to figure out if she should tell her family about the spanking element of her relationship with David. 

After the fair, Pab, Iris, Bridget, HH and I went to have a late dinner in the bar at TGIFridays.  This bar became something of a party gathering point, the defacto place to go when looking for other people looking for a place to go.  We ate and talked, catching up over great food and lots of water.  The lights and noise were too much for Iris though.  Vegas and casinos aren't a great place for someone prone to headaches.  

As we left, I thought of going upstairs to see if a suite party was still in progress, but it was already after midnight so I decided instead to go back to the room, play with Twitter a bit and go to bed.  Drifting off to sleep, I whispered to Pab about my evening's adventures... 

(Saturday's adventures to be continued with details of having my hands strapped in a crowded room by a beautiful blonde haired matron.)

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*I know generally I call my husband by his real name, which is Paul, online, but I am going to refer to him as Pablo or Pab in this party report because we spent a good amount of time with Paul of Northern Spanking and I'd rather this party report not become more farcical than it already is.

**I never blogged about it (shame!) but Pab and I were lucky enough to get to meet up with Niki in Vegas when she filmed Hot Seat with Keith Jones.  Sitting by Tony and Eve's pool listening (and sometimes watching) Keith spank Niki for a few hours was not an unpleasant afternoon.  In fact, I recommend it. 

*** I've got a a huge number of issues about being heard in the bathroom so ended up wasting much water by turning on the tap full force to cover any noises. Sheesh!  Though, as another attendee pointed out to me, unlike her at least I didn't get trapped inside.  

A Short Story Entry: The Chesterfield

The Craigslist Ad

"86"lx36"dx27"h oxblood leather, excellent condition, $1000"

The advertisement's text looked simple.  But the delicious picture, combined with the word "Chesterfield" tipped Annie into a fantasy realm.   Paul, noticing her distraction, asked what she was thinking.

She sent him a link, pointing him to the Craigslist ad.

Then Annie told the story.

A.'s Memory

I remember reading something about a Chesterfield sofa when I was 12 or 13.  I'm not sure where, an anon book, probably one of the BlueMoons.  I didn't own it - I read it standing in a bookshop, trying to look like I wasn't reading porn.

There was a scene in the book where a man, an artist I think, punishes a woman, maybe his model.  The man made her bend over the Chesterfield in his study and began to strap her hard.  But the woman wouldn't or couldn't stay still.  Her moving distracted him -- broke up the image of punishment and submission he wanted to create.  She made his strap fall in the wrong places and leave marks he didn't intend. 

Finally the man stopped.  He left her there, crying and man came back with some of his old ties, tying her down so tightly she couldn't even lift a foot, let alone get out of position.  Then, when she was utterly helpless, he told her he was beginning the strapping again.  I remember feeling of horror at the strapping starting all over, only this time with her tied so completely.

I loved that.  His beginning again.  Loved that she had to be still, totally and completely controlled.  His lack of mercy a strange mercy in itself.

Their Conversation

A: It's a beautiful sofa.  The oxblood leather is the color of tramlines.  It reminds me something from a headmaster's study.

P:  And you as a naughty girl?  You'd definitely be bent over it, gymslip lifted high up, almost over your head.

A:  I could bend over it without a stool, but my bottom wouldn't be the highest point, unless I was standing on something or my feet were off the floor.

P: Yes, your hands would be tied in front and you'd stand on a stool.

A: So I'd be all stretched out and up on my toes?

P: Yes.  It looks like it would be comfortable enough to live with too.  That's an important, if secondary, consideration.

A: Yes.  We'll definitely need to be able to live with it as our sofa.

A: Sorry.   I'm actually still imagining I'm bent over the back of it, wearing my new gymslip, hands tied so I'm all stretched, bottom very high.  I can almost feel you lifting the skirt waaay up on my back, the front riding up too.  Finally feeling you tug my knickers down for a thrashing.  Right?

P: Goodness, what a naughty girl you must have been.  Of course, that's a good position for inserting a nice big plug, too.

A: ::stunned, embarrassed silence::

Final Nagging Question

Will the seller take less than $1000?

"Shoot 'Em Up" Spanking

I'd say I was startled, but the fact is that I knew from a newsgroup post that the spanking scene was there somewhere.

Yesterday afternoon I went to see this comic book - style film Shoot 'Em Up starring Clive Owen (yum!) partly because I like cartoonish violence, partly because Clive Owen was in it, partly because there's a spanking scene. I got to go with with someone into spanking who I know from Shadow Lane -- something fun but also nervous making as I always have a hard time meeting new people (he ended up being a delightful movie companion.

The film was about a B- to C+ (for me, lower for my companion who gave it a D as he's apparently not got my crush on Clive). There were a number of reference to different kinks and fetishes (including breast feeding), but the main spanking wasn't done in a fetish context at all, something which made it ever so nice for me. 

Below this point could be considered a film spoiler so fair warning.

The set up is good -- Mr. Smith (Clive Owen) spanks the woman partly as a diversion -- the pretext is a mother is yelling at her child, smacking him and threatening him with a spanking. Mr. Smith goes over, scolds her for hitting her child and then publicly spanks her about 5 times, supposedly to show her what it feels like. While the spanking is not done OTK, it *is done* in a way those of us who've been smacked in public over clothes might remember.

Short, sweet and worked for me. Not a great film, but getting to watch a spanking in a vanilla film not done to mock the fetish and watching it with a spanking friend was worth the price of admission for me.

Of course the fact I've had spanking fantasies about Mr. Owen since Closer did help.

Shadow Lane Party Report: Hot M/M Action

No, this isn't *really* my party report.  That's becoming insanely long and will probably need to be trimmed hugely.  The fact is I had such a great time that I'm finding it hard to omit a single moment and thus have only made it as far as the vendor fair.

However, as Niki Flynn mentions on her blog, some of the best action occurred in at the suite parties.  Specifically in Cat and Matt's suite on Sunday afternoon (and thank you both again for hosting over and over throughout the weekend). 

So what happened?

Well, a group of us were sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room (seriously this suite was huge -- probably twice the size of our two bedroom apartment).  Said group included Niki Flynn, HH, Bailey, me, Tony Hamilton of Florida Moonshine, Ian (the London Tanner) and his friend the lovely Aurora.  A space had been left when Tony Elka had taken Kate James into another room, so Ian sat down with Tony H on one side and Aurora on the other.

Ian, who is an amazingly great story teller, launched into a tale of some sort.  After a couple minutes, Tony Hamilton's quiet-yet-firm voice interrupted Ian's story with the line:

"...Ian, please."

Tony's tone suggested many things, including "We've talked about this before" or "I've already told you once." 

There was a moment of confusion around the circle.  The story hadn't been about Tony and, even if he had heard it before, he's very polite and it wouldn't have been like him to interrupt. Then we all collectively looked down and Ian cried:

"Oh my God!  Somebody cut my hand off!" 

Ian, you see, had been stroking Tony H's calf and lower thigh as he talked, mistakenly thinking it was the lovely Aurora's (Tony Hamilton has the most amazingly hairless legs -- my envy of either his waxer or genetics knows no bounds).  Further, Ian had apparently been doing this stroking for at least a minute or two before Tony finally stopped him.

As the realization of the action between these two friends sunk in, we all started laughing.  I mean *really* laughing, like in the sense of being unable to breathe.  Ian seemed utterly stunned, sputtering,

"I'm embarrassed, really embarrassed... I'm never embarrassed.  I think I may need to be alone." 

And the laughing continued, most of us starting to have tears gathering in our eyes and running down our faces. 

Ian turned to Tony, as if in accusation, saying "Why didn't you stop me sooner?"  Tony replied, "at first I was surprised.  Then I wasn't sure if I was enjoying it or not and wanted to see how far you'd go.  It was when your hand moved toward my shorts..."

At this point we were all weeping.

"...Ian, please."

I'm sorry kind sirs.  But there's never going to be a time when this tale isn't funny.

SL Weekend Post 1: Packing It In

So I'm packed for Shadow Lane (well for the moment) and waiting for Pablo to get back here with the rental car (it's not a good idea to take a 10+ year old car through the desert in high summer).  Our goal is to get on the road by 10:00 AM and (maybe) meet up with PB (punishment book) friends Chris & sparkle and M and Iris in Baker at (where else?) Bunboy. We'll see how it goes. 

My first question is how people who fly to Shadow Lane cope? Seriously, I know how to pack for a summer or winter  spending months in the UK, but 5 days of spanking party has me completely thrown every year.  I've got: 

• A giant roll-ly bag full of clothes, including three dresses (basically all of them I own sans wedding dress).  I'm not sure which I'm wearing Saturday yet -- one is dressy but boring.  The other is cute but I wore it last year (what if someone remembers -- o the horror!) and the last I really love but it's much more casual -- really more right for the vendor fair.
• A duffle bag full of school unform stuff (see below).
• A bag of workout clothes and my computer and charger (though at $12 a night extra per computer, I'm not sure how much online time we're looking at here).
• A box with my blender and protein powder and (what every school girl needs) a can of spray starch.
• An ice chest waiting to be filled with goodies.
• My mobile phone with everyone's number so I can text them when I get in.

Which leaves another problem.  What to wear tonight?  Normally I wear jeans to the Friday night fair for two reasons.  First, I like wearing jeans.  Second, they don't get taken down -- people tend to be happy to try stuff out over them.  So I've packed jeans.  However this year I've also got this really cute dress I bought yesterday....

Why so many clothes you ask?  Well, one bag is full of school uniform stuff.  It's bulky and takes up space.  I won't be wearing it to the larger ballroom parties, nor (probably anyway) the room parties, but there are plans afoot to do some role play and so I need uniforms. And then there are the multiple clothing changes that make up an average play weekend.  There's stuff for by the pool.  Stuff for going out to eat in.  Stuff for the room parties (suites get ungodly hot). Cute pjs.  Cute panties.  Presents for friends.  It all adds up.  I'd take a picture of the luggage, but honestly I have no idea where the camera's got to.

Anyway, I'm hoping Pablo get home soon.  We need a stop at the store on our way out of town.  And I want to get going.  Kate's been there days already (no doubt winning hearts and minds), Bailey's at Vegas airport by now, Niki and HH are on their way.  The best part of SL (for me anyway) isn't the chance to play.  It is getting to see friends from far off.  I wish we were already there. 

Yeah, Shadow Lane weekend Labor Day 2007.  My 9th.  I'm blogging this.  ;)

Shadow Lane!!

WooT!

Yes, I know it's been quiet here for a while.  My dad's been staying with Pablo and me and that's definitely cut into our kink selves.  Plus my brother is getting married in less than two weeks in a wedding involving hundreds of friends and family members.  Exciting, but definitely taking my energy just now.

Oh and I'm doing the SSC.  More on that later. 

Anyway, this is just part of an attempt by me to get to know who's going to the party.  If you're going and you want to, leave a comment here or drop me a line at mijita (at) thetreehouse (dot) net. 

And if you have party questions, let me know and I'll try and answer them.  This will be my 8th (or maybe 9th) party so who knows, maybe I have sage advice!

O to be in England...

...and a terrorist.  Apparently there have been new orders made by Home Secretary John Reid.  Reports at TheSpoof.com are that

A total of six individuals are now known to have gone missing while under control orders, which impose a loose form of house arrest on those suspected of involvement with international terrorism.

The home Secretary has issued the next level of control punishment for these ne're do wells who obviously don't respond to being told to stay indoors. "I have been left no choice but issue a severe spanking order on these up to no gooders" said Mr. Reid.

The public have been asked to keep an eye out for these men as there aren't enough policemen to do so, but under no circumstances are they to administer the spanking themselves, any flagellation required, will be carried out under strict police supervision.

Well that's a relief.  I was wondering how British citizens would cope, what with Abel being out of the country and all.

Home arrest and / or flagellation by the police.  Either way, it beats being held for years on a base in Cuba. 

Congratulations Fiona!

My lovely friend, Fiona Locke, found out this past week that her book Over the Knee, first printed in Fall of 2006, has sold out its original 9000 copies and is being reprinted!

As I mentioned above and in this Punishment Book entry, Fiona is a friend.  But even if I didn't know her, I would love this book.  Reading the story of Angie, the book's heroine and her adventures took me back to my bookstore haunting memories of college when I bought all kinds of books (mostly Blue Moon) on dominance and submission in the hope of finding spanking scenes.   My favorite of these  is / was  a collection of short stories called  The Reckoning.  Had  Fiona's book existed then, it would have become my favorite.

This isn't intended as a book review, but Fiona's book isn't about dominance and submission (not that they aren't fun to read about too) but rather it's about corporal punishment -- spanking for role play and "real" and a blurring of the two.  In short, it's all about my kink.

The book also represents a for fun labor of love between Fiona and her readers.  The white-pantied bottom on the cover of the book is her own, the headless spanker is her real-life partner.  (I have it on authority from the photographer than much spanking was needed for the color to look right in the picture.) Not to give something away here (okay, I'm going to give something away, but I have permission) but in the course of the novel, a website called English Vice gets mentioned.  The fictional site is all about spanking outdoors, frequently in famous places.  Here's a situation where fact and fiction merge because Fiona and her partner registered the domain and created the site. 

And so here's my contribution to Fiona's venture.  Paul took a picture of me getting spanked with a red leather Shadow Lane paddle by a friend underneath the Hollywood Sign (because what location in Los Angeles could be more iconic?) and its posted there (yes, I'm Luna).  It's not a great picture -- we literally only had a minute to get the pictures snapped.  The hike up had taken longer than we expected and the light was going -- plus there were joggers coming by every few minutes.  But still, there they are. 

Note that the picture is also rather humorous from a perspective issue.  The woman spanking me is basically the same height as me, but looks like a hobbit (or I look like an amazon).  The angle of the camera was apparently just right to create a rather funny shot.

The photos of me aside, the pictures on the site are great fun.  I especially like the rather spooky White Sands shots.