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LDP was staying with me this year, and we crammed into a double bed. (By the way, why is it nice hotels only have double beds instead of queens? Makes no sense to me. Cheaper hotels I’ve stayed at have queens.) I woke up early, as I do, and tried to let her sleep for a while longer. I had an invitation to go to breakfast with someone I met last year, but I didn’t want to leave LDP out and she was exhausted. I ended up having breakfast in the room and waiting for LDP to wake up, which she eventually did. We hung out for a bit, and then went down to lunch at the hotel restaurant with P1, NP1, B, B’s other partner, and B’s metamour. It was a nice time, even though P1 had to leave early to change for the immersive school role-play event. LDP wasn’t doing that this year, so instead we went to Assaulted Peanut’s birthday party, which also featured members of her pack, DD, DD’s partner, and a mutual friend of ours, as well as some other folks. We got to meet AP’s daddy, who put together an absolutely wonderful birthday weekend for her, including making a gigantic blanket fort and doing a positive-reinforcement mindfuck scene in front of all of us.

Oh, LDP and I also co-topped AP — just hand spankings, but if you’ve never been spanked by two people at the same time, it’s quite an experience. The ice cream cake was good, but the spanking was better.

Later, while LDP was doing a scene with someone, P1 came over and got an OTK spanking over her panties up in my room before we all went down to dinner. Afterward, LDP was off doing her own thing (while we were at TASSP together, we both had plenty of other things scheduled as well) and I met up with the person who sent me these kind words about my books. She became #96 on the hit list; I spanked her over her panties, over my knee, with just my hand. I had a paddle with me, just in case, but it wasn’t really necessary. We had a fun time. When we were done, P1 and NP1 were in the hospitality suite, and P1 requested a bedtime spanking. Of course I obliged, spanking her hard over her panties until her bottom was bright red. I kissed her good night and she and NP1 went to bed. That was okay, though, because I had a scene to do.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I’d discussed a scene with “Sheera”. She’s relatively new to spanking, having only been active for eight months, and had never experienced a punishment with lecture for actual misdeeds. Once we’d agreed to do the scene, she sent me a very general list of what I’d be spanking her for (which is what I requested), and on Friday night we went to her room to deal with her behavior.

This spanking was a doozy. Sheera had been using her phone while driving — texting, Snapchat, even TikTok — as well as not wearing her seatbelt and getting a speeding ticket. When I do lectures, I do them in a soft voice, from a place of caring, and I made Sheera recount what it was she had done, why she had done it, and why it was wrong. I had a little fun with the speeding ticket part — she was only doing 40 in a 30, so I chastised her gently for not knowing where the speed cameras were and not knowing her surroundings — but when we got to the seatbelt part things got serious.

Then, and only then, did I put her over my knee. I lifted her dress (her panties stayed on) and checked her bottom, which was already well-spanked. But that was her own fault; she agreed to this punishment, and she was going to get what I felt she deserved. I started with my hand, warming her up but not really warming her up, spanking her hard while I lectured her some more. The hand spanking went on for some time, and was followed by the tawse. Her skin broke a little, so I paused to put a band-aid on it, but I warned her that we weren’t even close to done. I was able to avoid the band-aid by switching to the Walmart spoon and whacking her bottom hard, over and over, not really raising my voice but increasing my volume in such a way that she could understand just how serious her transgressions had been and just how much trouble she was in. She didn’t cry, but she sounded close to it.

I eventually decided Sheera had had enough, and I told her she was getting ten paddle swats — one for each mile-per-hour she’d been going over the speed limit. I used the scene-ender and I paddled her hard; there were new bruises when I was done with those ten. She got two more on top of that, the hardest swats I’ve given in a long while, and then we were done. There were hugs, and a reminder that she needed to change her behavior. In the end she was very pleased with the way the scene went; she got what she needed, and honestly I get something out of discipline too.

I thought about going back to the hospitality suites for a while, but LDP was done and back in our room, and after we talked for a bit it was my turn to get spanked. She used her hand and several of her implements, and it hurt, but it wasn’t truly painful; LDP isn’t a super-hard spanker, but she knows what she’s doing and she does it quite well. I don’t really crave bottoming most of the time, but for her I’ll bottom whenever she asks me to. Probably has something to do with my feelings for her. Following the spanking, there was some intimacy that we both enjoyed, and then we went to bed. It was after midnight — very late for me; I usually go to bed by 10:30 at the absolute latest — and we were both quite tired.

The struggle is real.