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Saturday had passed without incident, and Saturdays are usually the biggest days at spanking parties. On Sundays a good percentage of attendees leave because they have to go to work on Monday; we still had a fair amount of people left, but not as many as our top number, which is 265.

After dealing with an issue with one of our vendors and their parking, the polycule had breakfast and went to the judicial punishment area. We were down some volunteers, so I decided I would sit outside and check badges for an hour and a half, while Nemo ran the judicial event itself. For those who don’t know, judicial punishment is a headspace-y event where “offenders” are punished in front of a crowd. It’s considered more serious than spanking court — no laughing, no side chats — and it can sometimes include the most serious or intense spankings of the entire weekend. We did have some issues with bratting in the holding room, but we know how to deal with that for next year, if we do judicial again (we probably will).

After judicial, we had the gendered spanking mini-parties — one for women only, one for men only, and one for men to be spanked by women. This wasn’t limited to biological gender — if you were genderfluid or identified as something other than your biological gender, you could attend whichever party or parties best fit you at that moment. I was later told that, unlike some F/F parties, there was a fair bit of play going on, and as I waited outside (the M/M party was in the same room, just later on in the day) I could hear plenty of spanking going on. Everyone seemed to leave happy. The M/M party was a bit more subdued — men are generally more leery about spanking or being spanked by other men — but I did a scene, and so did a couple of other people. Mostly it was just talking, though. We set aside both of our hospitality suites for the F/M party, because that’s generally one of the most well-attended events, but due to lack of tops and lack of organization (on my part) one of our team members made the executive decision that the F/M party would be moved to just one suite. It still went well, but we know for next year to only do it in one suite, not two.

The polycule left the hotel for a long, relaxing dinner, and we left our other team members in charge while we were gone. There wasn’t a lot happening on the schedule after the F/M party — just open hospitality suites where people could go for their final spankings of the weekend. When I got back, I went to the suites for a while, but I didn’t do any more scenes. However, a great deal of scenes were done. As on previous nights, I went to bed kind of early, relatively speaking.

On Monday morning, we had to get everything out of the hotel by noon — we’d requested a slightly later check-out because we had a lot of stuff. We had to break down the littles room (which took a while in and of itself), pack up all the food and drinks that were left in the hospitality suites, get out of our actual hotel rooms (mine was chock-full of stuff), make sure we had everything out of the convention area, and also say goodbye to everyone. It was a whirlwind, and a lot of people helped us; by noon, we were able to get in our vehicles and depart the hotel. Next year we’re thinking about staying an extra day just to make it easier to pack up and so we can maybe spend some time relaxing in the pool, which none of us got to do this year.

Next week, we’ll review lessons learned and say farewell to this series.