Previous posts in this series:

• Part 1: Introduction
• Part 2: Friday
• Part 3: Saturday
• Part 4: Sunday
• Part 5: The Threesome

This will be my last “official” post about TASSP 2023. It was a fucking wonderful weekend of spanking, sex, cuddles, laughter, and fun, and I’m so glad I went.

Of course, nothing’s perfect; on Monday morning, LDP and I woke up at 5am so she could get to the airport by 6:00, only to find out that her flight had been delayed by four-and-a-half hours. We went back to sleep; I got up at 7:00 and packed, and she got up at 8:00. We left for the airport around 8:30 — the plan was for me to check out of the hotel and be on the road by 11:00, but the airport was in the opposite direction — and I dropped her off at the terminal. There were kisses, and maybe a few tears, and then she was on her way home.

Or so I thought.

After paying the $2 toll to exit DFW airport (seriously?) and loading the van with all of our stuff, P1, NP1, and I headed east, toward Buc-ee’s (if you’ve never gone, you need to go; it’s an experience not to be missed, and apparently they even have a spanking department). While we drove, LDP texted me that her flight was delayed again, and she actually didn’t take off until midafternoon. It was a three-hour flight, so her buffer day post-TASSP got eaten up, and all she got for her trouble was a $15 meal voucher and 5000 Skymiles — which isn’t enough for even a short flight.

Meanwhile, NP1 did the driving while P1 sat in the back, sniffling and blowing her nose. She had caught what we thought was a cold, or maybe con crud. Whatever it was, she was miserable. She soldiered on, though, as we stopped in Shreveport for lunch and then again in Mississippi for dinner. I found us a hotel that had queen beds, instead of doubles, and while it wasn’t the best hotel I’ve ever stayed at the beds were comfortable enough. P1 slept in my bed that night, and we fell asleep around 9:30. I woke up at 7:00 the next morning, which is more sleep than I usually get — but then, I was so tired I was having auditory hypnogogic hallucinations so I probably needed it. P1 felt better that morning — not great, but better — and we finished our trip home. My dog didn’t even get off her chair to greet me, but when P1 and NP1 came in to use the restroom she was all smiles.

Traitor.

Anyway, later that afternoon, P1 texted me that she had COVID.

Shit.

I took a test and didn’t have it, but we shared the same air in an enclosed space for 12 hours, minimum. I’m pretty sure I’m going to get it.

At least none of us got sick until after TASSP.

Overall, TASSP was great. The party organizers do an amazing job. There’s one or two things I don’t like, but they’re common to every spanking party so I just roll with them.

However, I do want to say something specifically to tops (especially male tops) who hang out in the suites, waiting for events to end, repeatedly saying “there’ll be an influx of bottoms soon.” It makes you seem desperate. I get that you’re frustrated, that most of the bottoms are at events where there are only a few well-vetted, well-known tops, but instead of complaining about it, do something about it. Make your feelings known (politely, calmly, and respectfully) to party organizers. Or start your own spanking party. Once you see just how much work (and money) goes into it, you’ll probably stop complaining pretty darn quick.

And that’s it for this year. There were only two people I wanted to do scenes with that I couldn’t make happen, but even then I still spanked them a little bit. Otherwise, I got to spank lots of people (I gave 27 total spankings this year), get spanked twice, break 100 on the hit list, make lots of new friends, and spend time with my partners. My next spanking party will be Oasis in Las Vegas over Labor Day weekend; if you want to get spanked by me (or spank me; I’m open to both), and you don’t live within reasonable driving distance of Atlanta, why not consider going? You’ll have a blast.