Well, Lone Star 2023 is in the books. Partner 1 and I had a great time hanging out with our spanko friends and doing our favorite activity. This year, instead of driving, we flew, and we crammed all of my books that I was selling into suitcases — I bet Southwest knows it’s basically encouraging air cargo — so I could have a table at the vendor fair. But that’s not what you’re here to read about. You want to know about the spankings I gave. Well, here you go.

Spanking #1

The party started out pretty slow for me. Partner 1 and I spent the afternoon out, and then took a trip to WalMart. We registered for the party, had some drinks and dinner, and then considered going to the hospitality suite. Problem is, we were both exhausted — I hadn’t been sleeping much, and we woke up at 3am (our alarm was set for 4am) for a 7:25 flight. But before bed Partner 1 did put on some cute pajamas, and I spanked her over the seat of them with my hand before pulling them down and spanking her bare bottom.

Spanking #2

Partner 1 and I had a shift at the registration table, where we met lots of cool people registering for the event. After that, we stopped by the hospitality suite to check it out. I had a small paddle with me — it was early in the party, and I wasn’t planning to go to town on anyone, but I was hoping I could give someone a spanking. Since there was a spanking bench right there, Partner 1 hopped onto it and I lifted her skirt so I could spank her mostly-bare bottom (she was wearing a thong) with my hand and said small paddle. I made her yelp a few times, which was fun.

Spanking #3

While hanging out in the hospitality suite, I met a young woman (who happens to be trans*) and we talked for a bit. I offered her some spanking, and eventually she accepted the offer. (That sounds like I pushed her into it, but what I mean is, I told her we could do it whenever she wanted, or not at all, and eventually she decided she wanted it.) We went into one of the side rooms, and she said she wanted to keep her jeans on. Fine by me; it would be her first spanking at the party, other than a brief scene during the classes earlier in the day, and I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. I put her over my knee and spanked the seat of her jeans, lightly at first, but getting harder as the spanking went on. She made a few noises, but jeans (and panties under them) muffle quite a bit of sensation. Still, I got my point across, and I finished her off with hard enough swats to get some noises out of her.

After the spanking (and hugs), we sat together on the couch and talked about what she felt during the spanking — peaceful, she reported. That was nice. We talked for a bit longer, and she showed me something she was working on, and some other folks came in who we also talked to.

Spanking #4

Then Spankee #3 said something to the effect of: “you can absolutely say no to this, no pressure or anything, but… do you want to do that again?”

So we did it again, except this time I also spanked the seat of her jeans with my small paddle. That definitely got some reactions, and later that night she told me she had a few marks. She’s a new spankee, so I’m not surprised; the pictures she posted over the course of the weekend revealed an extremely bruised backside. Good for her.

So, like I said, the party started out slow, but since the Spanky Hawkins event was about to start, I knew it would get better quickly. More on that tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s something funny from the show Krapopolis, and also, to whet your appetite, some posts from last year’s Lone Star.