(Click here to read yesterday’s post.)

Sunday was amazing. For many reasons.

The first thing on Sunday was Corporal Punishment Court, which is an intentionally-lighthearted event where people can bring others up on charges. Bottoms and switches get spanks if they lose; tops are instructed to give “personal service time” if they lose. The bottoms usually, but don’t always, lose their cases. I realized about halfway through the event that I could’ve brought Sheera up on charges — she was already bruised, her skin firm, by the time I got to her on Thursday, and the tips for bottoms given out to every attendee clearly state that you shouldn’t overdo it on Thursday — but we hadn’t discussed it beforehand and I didn’t want to surprise her. CP court is generally a pretty hilarious time for everyone.

Next I went to visit with a friend I made at last TASSP, who I flogged last year. She’d done a pretty heavy scene the night before, so she wasn’t able to go very long, but we spent a good hour together talking and catching up. I wish I’d been able to flog her for a longer period of time, but it’s okay. We still had fun.

After that I had a threesome.

Which I’m going to tell you all about, in detail, tomorrow.

(I’m a tease sometimes. I admit it.)

Following the threesome, LDP, P1, NP1, and I went out for dinner and had some pretty darn good barbecue without having to drive very far. When we got back I met up with DD, who told me she hadn’t played a lot during the weekend. I was to be her one big scene.

Well, I was certainly going to make it a good one. DD can take a lot, and I went through almost all of my implements as well as spanking her hard with my hand. This was the first time we’ve played that her skin didn’t break, and I think that was probably because she hadn’t done a lot already. Although when I saw her back in April she bled anyway, so who knows? I also left her with some good dick prints on her thighs.

In the photo, which is posted with DD’s permission, you can see the dick print on the back of her left thigh. It kind of looks like a rocketship as well because of the imprint of the stick, but trust me, it’s a dick. Also, if you look very carefully, just to the right of the center of the photo, you can see a faint white outline; that’s the mark from the unicorn evil stick that I used on her. At the end, she managed six swats with the scene-ender, but she still holds the record at 20 swats taken in one scene so it’s not like we had to do more. She left the room floating and happy.

In the hospitality suite after that, while LDP was doing a scene with a friend of hers, I talked to a woman named BB who bought Weekend Plans last year. She’d mentioned that she hadn’t read it yet, and we agreed that, if she hasn’t read it by next TASSP, I have her consent to bring her up on charges at Corporal Punishment Court. I’m torn — do I want her to have read it, or do I want her to get punished for not reading it? I guess we’ll find out.

I also found out what it’s like to spank BB — I put her over my knee and spanked her over her panties, and she complimented me afterward; she said that she’s quite the connoisseur of hand spankings and mine was very good. I enjoyed hearing that. I also enjoyed giving her a dick print (she has photos of it on her phone but hasn’t posted them anywhere), and she got a great laugh out of seeing it on her butt. BB was #101 on the hit list, by the way.

#102 is a gentleman who I met a few months back. He’s been to a spanking party at my house, and is immersing himself in the national spanking community. We’d idly discussed playing and I’d told him that if we didn’t get to it at TASSP we could do it the next weekend (we were both going to be at a friend’s kinky birthday party) or at my next house party. We had the time, though, so we did rock-paper-scissors to determine who got to set the scene. I won, so I topped him. This was the first time I’d ever spanked a cis man on the bare bottom — the only men I’d spanked bare to that point had been trans men. I didn’t know he was going to drop his shorts until he did it, but I rolled with the punches. Neither of us are interested in men sexually (well, okay, I’m interested in one particular man, but we’ve never managed to make it work), but he wanted to get past his internal (for lack of a better word) stigma about playing with men. I know he can go fairly hard, but I didn’t start out with the intent to destroy him or anything. I used my hand, the Walmart spoon, a couple of paddles, and a tawse, and he seemed to really be enjoying himself. He managed two swats with the scene-ender, but he’d had an extremely severe scene earlier that day so I can understand him not wanting more than that. Plus, the scene-ender is one hell of a paddle; I don’t think I could take more than six with it, if I was being spanked by a clone of myself.

LDP and I kept missing each other after that; I couldn’t find her, so I met up with the young woman who loves cats. She’d been spanked quite a lot that weekend already, and vetoed the use of implements, but that’s fine with me; I like hand spankings. I put her over my knee and spanked her bare backside fairly hard, holding her in place while she squirmed. She’s very bratty, and although bratting isn’t my favorite thing I played along. After the spanking, I rubbed her back for a little while and we talked about various things, including a few rather surprising ones. (She said later that she wished we could’ve hung out more, which is gratifying to hear.) She was my second-to-last spanking of the weekend.

My last spanking of the weekend was LDP. I spanked her for a good long while with my hand, and she took four swats with the scene-ender. By that point I was pretty exhausted, but it was the last night we were going to get to spend together until Oasis, more than two months away, so I didn’t want things to end. When she suggested she sit on my face, I agreed, although I told her I might not be in a position to reciprocate arousal. In other words, I was more than happy to please her, but I didn’t have a need to be pleased back. She tried, though, and I did get pretty hard in her hand while my tongue spent some time renewing its recent (very recent) acquaintance with her most intimate places, but my jaw started to hurt and I had to end our sexytimes.

Once again I was so tired that I was having auditory hallucinations, but I wasn’t so tired that I couldn’t kiss her good night.

And don’t worry — I didn’t forget about that tease from earlier. Just give it about a day and you’ll see what happened.