Friday, December 20, 2013

Merry Damn Holidays

Every year, the Monarchs put on a toy & food drive charity event and party at the Lair called Merry Damn Holidays. This year was quite the event with an extraordinary number of toys and food items collected for the needy. Turnout was amazing.

A Festive Beating Lost in the Holiday Spirit
Lizzie and I spent the day at the Lair, starting off with a prep meeting for the Monarchs' upcoming BOLD 2014 event, then leading into decorating the Lair for the charity event, followed by dinner and then the event itself which kicked off at 9 pm. The very next day, Lizzie and I were heading off to London—me on business and her on an early Christmas present.

As we prepped to head out to the Lair Lizzie approached me and sheepishly said, "Daddy, I'd like it so you beat me enough that I'll feel it on the plane tomorrow." This is a common request from her, typically when we're on a weekend getaway and we have a long drive back home. I promised her she could anticipate such a sensation the next day on the flight.

The party began and we enjoyed ourselves socializing with Monarchs and their girls. Soon it was getting late and Lizzie and I decided it was time to go into the main room to play. Things were busy in there. Because it was cooler outside, many people were inside socializing. Some of the girls were hanging out on stage and chatting and still others were on various pieces of furniture, playing.
On the way to Merry Damn Holidays, I talked to Craig about how comfortable I’ve become with the Monarchs’ girls. Primarily those who come to the monthly meetings, but I recognize those who only come to big events as well. This familiarity makes me quite happy. I feel like I’ve friends in the scene, if not the beginnings of a family. That’s something I hadn’t realized I missed from the spanking community.

The BOLD meeting was exciting - I think we are both thrilled about the upcoming event and the opportunities it presents. Last year, we learned so much (you can read about it here). This year looks to be even better!

Prep for Merry Damn Holidays went well. We tidied up the Lair and decorated for the event. This left time for dinner, which we enjoyed with a lovely couple we’ve grown fond of in the past months. I look forward to many more adventure with them.
Surveying the room, Lizzie and I chose a padded table on the main stage, right in the middle of the room. I laid out my implements, had Lizzie pull down her pants, and set to begin our scene. As we customarily do, I had her over my knee at the beginning. Lizzie loves an OTK hand spanking to warm up and I am more than happy to oblige.

After a warm-up, I had Lizzie grab a nanny paddle and a hairbrush and I set to spanking her with those, which drew the interest of the girls sitting across on the other side of the stage. After some yips and yelps, I felt Lizzie was in a place to move on, so I had her stand and I pulled down her tights, telling her to present her bottom.
Merry Damn Holidays gave us the opportunity to socialize with a number of people. We enjoyed talking to old friends and meeting new ones. As a highlight, at least to the pre-scene evening, Patrick offered Craig a paddle made of baleen (the brush-like teeth used to filter plankton in a whale's mouth). Craig gave me a few whacks in the courtyard, much to my delight.

But soon it was time for our scene in the main room. We headed inside to find many people taking refuge from the cold (I’m still not sure it was cold, but I’ll leave that for now). There was room on stage, in the middle of the room, and after a bit of discussion, Craig decided to take advantage of the space.
More implements were brought into action: canes, paddles and crops (with a focus on canes—I was in a cane mood). I could see others had come to watch. There were lots of eyes on us now. Some of the Monarchs had come in with their girls as well and it felt like all eyes were on us.

I yanked off my belt and a female friend sitting nearby emitted an audible "oooh!" Clearly she was not a fan. Lizzie loves a good strapping and I know there is no warm-up with a strap for her, it is all about whacking her as hard as I I did. The sounds coming from the girls was like I was knifing Lizzie in the kidneys.

We moved on to more cane work, more spanking, more paddles. I switched back to the belt. Lizzie's bottom was starting to look rather beaten, raised welts and all. She had been alternating between crying and being deep in subspace. But by the look of her bottom, it was time to end it.

I got out a crop with a thick foam rubber tip that is in a V-shape. It is a scene-killer for Lizzie. I smacked her only four times with it, each time she cried out, each time she exclaimed (loudly), "Please, Daddy!" I switched to my traditional scene ender, a thick leather custom paddle, a suitably whacked the bejeezus out on her rear end.

Swollen, red and bruised, the scene was done. We hugged, held each other for some time. I looked around the room and saw many, many people watching. Doug, another Monarch, wanted the play space, so we cleaned and packed up quickly.
I cannot give a good description of the events that followed. I had asked Craig for “something I would feel on our trip” the next day, and he set about delivering just that.

This was an impact scene - plenty of paddles, canes, and straps. It was enough to distract me from the exhibition aspect, but not enough to keep me from noticing. I saw our friends watching. I saw a number of strangers watching intently. It heightened the scene, having people watch.

I noticed the reaction when Craig removed his belt, but I love his belt. I sunk into it, not moving, while the onlookers hissed in awe. I’m still not certain why - I simply love it. But there is power in it, a power exchange I can absorb and love.

But soon, I slipped away into subspace. Completely.
Afterward, we received many compliments for our intense scene, much to our delight.

The next day, as we flew across the Atlantic toward London, I inquired: "So, do you feel it, pet?" She smiled at me with a dreamy look on her face, "Yeah... Thank you, Daddy."

For the next few days, Lizzie would sit on a hard bench, wooden cafe seat or similar and exclaim, "Ouch! My bottom hurts."

I'd say we both got exactly what we wanted from that scene.
After, we cleaned up and slipped into the bathroom to take a picture. Only after that, we made the rounds to say goodbye to our friends. The compliments made me soar again - there is something special about the comments of people who watch our scenes.

I know I got what I wanted. Both in the moment of the scene and the aftereffects that have lasted for days.

Friday, December 13, 2013

On the Ropes Again

We had an opportunity to get another rope lesson from Patrick, and of course we took it! We managed a few pictures to add to our side-by-side commentary of the evening.

Once again, I found myself at the Lair with Lizzie, meeting up with rope master Patrick to get another lesson in rope bondage and binding. Given it was the coldest night we'd had all season (yes, I know, it's LA so it was only 37 or so, but for us Los Angelenos, it's damn cold!) we didn't meet in the "shed" (a semi-outdoor space next to the patio), we went into the private bedroom, keeping the door open so passers-by could come check us out.

Patrick began with his usual no-nonsense approach to "showing me the ropes." It wasn't long before he had Lizzie completely enmeshed in rope, showing me carefully every step and having me help.
When I showed up at the Lair wearing tights under my skirt and a thin leather jacket over my t-shirt, I thought I was prepared for the weather. All the other girls had brought out their Arctic weather gear. I know it’s December, but it still doesn’t feel like winter to me. Still, as nice as the weather was, I was glad Patrick and Craig had decided to play inside.

Patrick had barely started when Craig invited the first of several interested watchers to sit in the room with us. She joined us, adding her questions to Craig’s questions as Patrick tied me to the bed post. I do love being used as a demo bottom...possibly as much as I enjoy whatever the Top is doing at the time.
We added a collar and leash and undid her legs and I led her around the Lair. Given how cold it was and Lizzie was shoeless and completely naked, taking her outside to walk past everyone was a chilling activity.

When we untied her, the ropes really left an impression on her...

Next, we worked on a rope alternative of arm cuffs, lacing Lizzie up until she was completely restrained. This worked great. I could really manhandle her and manipulate her positioning. I slapped her face and breasts while onlookers enjoyed the show.
One of the things I enjoy about rope play is the way it allows me to be an exhibitionist. We frequently play at the Lair, of course, so it should not be a surprise that I love to be watched. But during impact play, I am only aware of watchers on the periphery. I think this may be due to the positions we use for impact play or the sheer physicality of impact play, which keeps me from thinking overly much about anything. Another difference I’ve noticed is that people comment more on rope play - whether directing questions at the Tops or pointing out things to other onlookers. Of course, it might also be that I am able to hear the comments because there are no distracting loud spanking noises to cover the comments.
It was a great evening again, a good scene and a fantastic learning experience for me. I'm always eager to learn new things. Can't get enough. Lizzie is proving to be quite the rope/restraint whore. Well, maybe whore isn't the right term—but she does love it and starts purring so quickly just by being restrained.

In a few months, after I've had a chance to practice these techniques a bit, we'll have another lesson-slash-scene and we'll be sure to post more!
The tie Patrick taught us is simple, but versatile. He used only one “knot” (which isn’t a knot at all) to do several different things. In addition to the things he showed us, he stopped at different times to point out the variety of options we could explore.

After we finished, one of the people who had stopped by frequently to watch asked me why we hadn’t played more, after I’d been tied up. I explained to him that this had been more lesson than scene, which seemed to confound him. Where do people think we learn these things?

Friday, December 6, 2013

Our Private Weekend

With the kids away for the weekend, we planned a weekend full of scenes, intimacy, and fun. We had exactly that! Read on to see what the weekend held.

A rarity occurred over Thanksgiving weekend. The kids were away and we had the house to ourselves for almost three whole days.

Lizzie told me about a fantasy she had: she imagined me pulling out every implement I owned (which amounts to dozens and dozens) and using each one, discussing them in detail (which she likes, which I like, which don't work, which are "hidden gems" I haven't really been using, etc.). She had emphasized it was only a fantasy.

Nonetheless, we rummaged through every storage container of implements stashed around the bedroom (there are three including a cedar chest and a rifle case for whips and floggers) and pulled out everything. We had canes by the dozen, straps by the half-dozen, paddles of wood and leather and metal, all sorts of odd things ranging from tawse-like implements to dragon's tongues to dragon's tails. And we didn't even crack open the implements used for sensation play or more sexual pursuits.

Lizzie get into position and we began. Barely into our second dozen of implements I managed to break yet another toy on her bottom:
I had the brilliant [admittedly, in hindsight, insane] idea that it would be fun to have a scene where Craig used every single implement we own. I know he’s wanted to go through the collection. And we talk so much about different sensations, but it’s difficult for me to describe the feelings after a long scene. This seemed like a logical experiment.

The story I told Craig started with him using every implement on me for a few strokes. In my story, he would pick out a few implements during this experimentation portion to use for a longer scene. For that scene, I thought it would be fun to do a “guess the implement” paradox style scene. We didn’t get that far (thankfully).

I knew I’d made a mistake when we pulled out all the implements - the gun case under our bed, the travel bag packed with everything Craig takes to the Lair, the six plastic bins we use to organize all the implements stored in my cedar chest (yes, I have a full-sized cedar chest in my closet used exclusively for our collection...not including any of my costumes).

Before we could start the scene, however, Craig took me over his knee for the handspanking that starts most of our weekends and scenes. It’s our time to reconnect, through the simplicity and intimacy of what brought us together initially.


Occasionally, I'd rediscover an implement I loved and had forgotten about and would get into it with Lizzie and the implement. "This isn't a scene, it's an experiment!" Lizzie chided at one point when I would get into it with one of these implements. True. We were testing. I'd smack her with whatever I grabbed, then I would ask her about it: did she like it? did it "work" for her? If not, was it something I liked and would want to use anyway and would that be a "scene killer" for her if we did? A few implements were just, "No." I get that. A few were, "If you want to torture me then I guess..." Those get a special place for my sadistic use.

A couple implements were disposed of, broken and thus potentially dangerous or simply to cheap to use safely (one was my very first paddle purchase). A few others I decided I really didn't care for and so put into a pile to donate.

We continued on into our second hour of play, and though I only hit a few times per implement I managed to bring up blood nonetheless.
We started the scene with floggers, Craig has quite a collection that we rarely use. Initially, Craig would use an implement a few times and ask me for my thoughts. This wasn’t very productive as my first thought was always “that hurts” followed by the slightly more helpful “it’s stingy,” “it’s thuddy,” or “fuck, what was that?”

Because Craig was using similar implements, such as the series of floggers, however, I was eventually able to provide better information in the form of comparison. We continued in that way, often with Craig picking up a previous implement to use again so that I could make a better comparison.

I’m not sure what I expected him to do with this information, but I was surprised when he decided to reorganize our collection based on the scene. He made a pile of implements to give away. He swapped out some of the implements in our travel bag for other implements he decided he wanted to use more regularly. Basically, we had a Spring Cleaning scene.

But we discussed more than just the impact of each implement. We talked about previous experiences with the implements and types of implements. Craig tried some different techniques and styles.

And it wasn’t just an academic discussion. Craig brought me to tears twice. We had to stop once to apply a bandage. We broke one ruler, threw away three implements, and made a small collection for future donations. My little experiment became a full blown scene.
By the time we had gotten through all the implements there was no way that wasn't a scene, regardless of the dialog that occurred throughout. I think Lizzie even managed to achieve some subspace a few times. She was certainly blissed out. We had spent over two hours and Lizzie was exhausted and "party hungry" as she puts it (that unending hunger one gets after multiple scenes at a spanking party). We gathered up the dozens of implements and put them away so we could set about to preparing a lovely dinner of Thanksgiving leftovers and wine.

The next morning, we were up and at it again. I had decided we would have a "littles day" from the moment Lizzie woke up on Saturday until well after her nap time when we would be going out (as grown-ups) to a movie and dinner. I told Lizzie to wake me up as a little, since she has a tendency to wake up before I do and slip out of the bedroom to read until I wake up on the weekends.

She came in, jumping onto the bed and climbing on top of me when I awoke. "Time to get up, Daddy!" she said. "The sky is awake and it's daytime!" Thus began our littles day. We went downstairs and I made her breakfast.

It was time for a spanking. I invented some reason for it (I don't even recall what it was) and bent her over the sofa in the family room. After, I worked on my computer (I'm always working) and I had Lizzie color. She has a hilarious "Adult Coloring Book" and she took to filling in the pages and showing me her progress.

Soon it was time to go upstairs. I had more planned for our littles day and I wanted to make sure we had for it all.
It’s California-cold, so instead of spending the weekend naked (as I love to do when we get these weekends alone), I put on a pair of over-the-knee socks and a zip-up hoodie that I left unzipped.

It was too early for dinner, so I made appetizers while Craig played a game on his son’s new Playstation. I was experimenting with leftover pizza dough, but the results were so good I ended up making a second batch before we had dinner.

We enjoyed our leftovers from Thanksgiving. I went to bed ridiculously early. I felt like I was wasting our alone time, but I must have needed the sleep because I slept in nearly as long as Craig the following day.
We went to the bathroom where my little had to have an enema, to clean her out for being rude to her nanny. The enema was as much about the headspace of the humiliation and scolding as it was about the sensation. I filled her up twice and sent her to the toilet to empty, while I stood and watched, arms crossed. After the second time I brought her back to the bathtub and had her watch as I carved a piece of fresh ginger root. It was time for a gingering (no, not "figging"—who "figs" with ginger??? it makes no sense!). I could hear Lizzie sigh her exasperated sigh she does when things are going to be going horribly wrong for her, scene-wise.

I inserted the ginger with only saliva as a lubricant, stinging her anus which was clean from the enema. It burned, or so I was told. Burned enough that I couldn't leave it in for long, but I did manage a bit of spanking, working around the root that was inserted inside her little bottom.

I gave her a bath after that, allowing her to luxuriate in the warm water, and gave her some bath toys (my granddaughter's) to play with. After, I dried her off and sent her to bed for a nap.
I rarely sleep in as long as Craig does on the weekends - I don’t get up early during the week and I get to take naps. So we’ve developed a habit where I’ll go downstairs when I wake up and Craig will text when he wakes up so that I can crawl back into bed with him. But this morning was different. Craig had told me he wanted to do a “littles” day for me.

I’d picked out pajamas the night before and I put them on before I went downstairs. When Craig texted, I came back upstairs to find him pretending to be asleep. I jumped on the bed and told him he had to wake up because the sun was up and it was time to be awake.

Daddy made me breakfast and let me color while he worked on his laptop. Of course, he had to “ruin” the lovely morning by discussing some naughtiness “nanny” had told him about...but, of course, that is part of the fun.

After a spanking and enema, a few threats of soap, and the application of ginger, Daddy tucked me into bed for a nice long nap. (I’m pretty sure he went and played on the Playstation again. I’m beginning to understand why that was an early Christmas gift.)
After we got back from a lovely dinner and the movies it was time for yet more thrashing. This time, with implements at hand, Lizzie got quite the delicious spanking. Her bottom was very sore from the two-plus hour scene the day before, and it didn't take much to get her "up to speed" but we had a good scene that got a bit intense, as I recall.

After that long day, it was time for bed. Lizzie was wiped out and I was feeling rather tired myself, so we turned in.
We had a grown-up night out planned - dinner and a movie. We had discussed going to a “boring grown up” movie that the kids would not want to see with us. Due to show times, however, Craig picked Frozen. I nearly died during the opening scene where the little red-headed girl is trying to wake her sister, saying, “But the sky is up! It’s time to get up and play!”

The movie was wonderful, even outside the little’s headspace. And dinner proved to be even better. I do cherish our special date nights.
The next morning was the last day before the kids returned in the afternoon. It was time for one last scene before we got dressed to go about our day. In the bathroom, Lizzie bent over the tub to get her last spanking of the weekend. I made sure it was a good one.

We cherish these weekends, as we've blogged about before. Occasionally we get a window of a few hours (though very, very rarely) and only once or twice a year do we get the whole house to ourselves for a couple of days. Interestingly, we managed to get in two more opportunities over the following week for additional spankings, making the week the rarest of all.
We had one last morning before the house was invaded again. We managed one last scene. My bottom was surprisingly tender from the first experiment (or scene) of the weekend.