While my long-distance partner was out at breakfast with friends, I volunteered to help set up the suites for the school event that takes up pretty much all of early Saturday afternoon. After that, I joined her at a class on spanking symmetry, one which I had to leave early, as I had an appointment.

Spanking #18

I met a couple last year who are pretty cool people, and since meeting them I’ve hung out with them at every spanking party since. They’re old friends of my long-distance partner. The woman of the couple enjoys heavy play, and we talked a little about that on the Oasis wish board chat before reopening the topic while at the party. We scheduled our scene for 1:15 on Saturday, and when I arrived, she was already down to her panties and a pajama shirt. Her husband had laid out all of his implements in case I wanted to use them, but if I’m going to do a hard scene, I’m going to want to use my own implements, because I’m most practiced with those.

She went over my lap first and I spanked her with my hand, going reasonably firmly and increasing to “that’s pretty hard”. I checked in along the way to make sure she was okay, but she had said she was a hard player and wanted bruises, so I was going to fulfill that desire the only way I knew how. At some point, her panties came off (with her consent, of course), and we started with the implements. She did not at all like the hairbrush, the wooden spoon, or my evil stick paddle — it’s the one I use to get under the cheeks, because it’s narrow enough to fit there. Nor did she enjoy the hand-sized paddle I used on Spankee #4. She was okay with my light wooden paddle, which I use to fill in the blank areas with repeated quick whacks, although I did also give her some hard ones which she complained stung a lot. We finished with five scene-ender swats, which were pretty hard for her to take, but she took them.

Was she bruised? Yes. Was she surprised she was bruised? Yes. Did we take photos? Yes. Is she going to post them? That’s up to her. But she was very happy with the results of the scene, and I was happy to give her something she’d been wanting.

Spanking #19

After that spanking, my long-distance partner and I went to the male bottoms’ event. I was the only male top there as a top (several were there as bottoms); there were a lot of female tops, though. These events are generally for men to be spanked by women, and they’re extremely popular. Which isn’t to say that I didn’t get some play, starting with a gentleman probably in his early fifties. He was wearing a thong, and he went over my lap on the couch. I gave him a thorough hand spanking, which he enjoyed greatly.

Spanking #20

Over the course of the weekend, I’d been chatting with this taller gentleman, a young man who, as it turns out, lives in Georgia. He requested a spanking, which I gave him; he was wearing a pair of pink panties, and kept them on when he went over my lap. He said he couldn’t really go very hard (those weren’t his exact words) so I moderated the intensity for his enjoyment, though at the end he did agree to take a few hard swats.

Spanking #21

I spanked only one man at TASSP 2023. He was at Oasis, and we are friends; he requested I spank him with a small, heavy paddle. Actually, he first wanted me to use a martinet, but the room was too crowded for me to do so safely. Over the knee, paddle on the seat of his shorts. It was a short scene, but we both enjoyed ourselves.

Spanking #22

Yes, I got spanked at this party too. There was a trans* person who had some interesting implements, including a large flattened rubber duck on a stick that made a huge noise every time it landed. I couldn’t resist; I had to try it. I let them spank me with it over my boxers, and it felt really, really good. They probably could’ve gone longer, but I wasn’t looking for an intense experience, just a fun one.

Spanking #23

Dinner on Saturday was buffet-style, and my long-distance partner and I attended in a couples’ costume that got some good reviews. However, it was hot as all get-out in that ballroom, and we dipped out an hour early to shower and change into regular clothes. The party suites opened up at ten, and we were there right around that time, as was Spankee #17. My partner went to play with someone else, and I asked Spankee #17 if she wanted a hand spanking. She was quite happy to join me in the side room, but unfortunately the spanking didn’t go on for very long because the bathroom was broken and maintenance arrived. The last thing either of us wanted was to show her butt (in panties, but still) to the hotel staff, or nonconsensually involve them in our scene, so we stopped. That was the last time she and I played for the weekend, although we did talk a few more times.

Spanking #24

Amusingly, this couple my long-distance partner knows includes a woman who has the same name as Spankee #17/23, although they look quite different. I’d been talking to this couple on and off for a while, and I asked if the woman would like to play. I didn’t know if she would — she’s a veteran in the spanking party community — but she was down, so we found a massage table and went over my implements. She chose the tawse, the paddle stick, and my thickest cane. She said she wasn’t much into canes but wanted to give it a shot. The spanking itself was over her underwear, which was just a thong, and I think a lot of bottoms prefer panties like that because it’s like being spanked on the bare without the associated vulnerability. I spanked this person quite a lot with my hand before moving onto the tawse, which she really enjoyed. She was less happy about the paddle stick, but she took it well enough. As far as the cane goes, I went mostly lighter than I usually do, although she did get a few good thwacks from it. We finished with my hand, and she seemed quite pleased with the results overall.

Spanking #25

Since Oasis Labor Day 2022 when I spanked the young woman who likes cats, she and I have stayed in contact. (Wow, that’s a hell of an awkwardly-worded sentence, isn’t it.) We played again at TASSP last summer, and at Oasis we had made plans to play, although they were nebulous in terms of time. We found the time on Saturday night, though. This particular woman is very bratty, although I respect the fact that when I ask her not to do something, she doesn’t do it. I think she acts that way specifically with me because I “allow”, for lack of a better term, the rest of her brattiness — mostly because we’re friends and appreciate each other’s company.

Anyway, as we did the last two times, I spanked her bare bottom. She’d already gotten quite a few spankings, and I could feel that on her skin, but it didn’t deter me from working her over thoroughly with my hand. We moved onto the hairbrush, then the bath brush, then the paddle stick, then my short cane, and then back to my hand. She complained good-naturedly throughout the scene, but we both knew that if there was something actually wrong she would have used a safeword. We finished with the scene-ender — she took six swats, and did not enjoy any of them — and then there was some rubbing of the bottom before we hugged and headed back to the suites. She detoured to go play with someone else, and I finished the journey.

Spanking #26

On Friday night, one of my friends (Spankee #10) had mentioned to a certain pro domme that I had a dick stick. It turned out that I’d met said pro domme in the past, at other spanking parties, and we recognized each other (for the most part). She said she might want to try taking a few swats with the dick stick, but she wasn’t sure. The next day, at the male bottoms’ event, we exchanged phone numbers so we could chat about doing a scene later, and on Saturday night we decided to do it. She didn’t want to go very hard, and of course I’m not going to go hard with someone who isn’t interested in that; I spanked her thong-“covered” bottom with my hand for a little while, and then gave her several light-to-medium whacks with the dick stick. She’d said she didn’t want marks from it, so I made sure she didn’t have any.

After some hugs and some joking around (the word “penis” figured in quite heavily), I went back to the room, where my long-distance partner was waiting for me. There was cuddling — perhaps more than just cuddling — and then we went to bed.

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