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 can...so 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.

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