I took a Greyhound bus up to San Francisco, where Alyson met me and we drove up to Oregon.
We stayed in a Hotel6 for the night, so stoked about meeting Wendy, Pete, Samantha.
We ended up being bratty all night, if there were tops around, our bottoms would have been whupped. We pulled each other out of our beds, talked, squealed, and jumped. It was so fun.
The next day we discovered that Samantha's flight was super delayed and Wendy and Pete wouldn't be getting in until Midnight.
Alyson and I were bummed to the max... were we still going to get spanked tonight?
We wandered around the local mall when all of a sudden we saw it....glowing like, like, like a buried treasure in a movie. The neon sign called our names "ALYSON" "MICHELLE" this is why Wendy and Pete are late!
it was... SPENCER'S GIFTS!
We looked around. We bought some fake cigs, some cream that makes smoke when you slap it, and a magnet for Pete that said "Warning may be prone to Shenanigans and Malarky" (He's Irish)
We wanted to put the cream on our bums so that when we got spanked, they would smoke.
Unfortunately the cream was gooey and smelly and didn't work.
We also bought some cereal to plant in their beds and a bubble maker thing, for some general brattery.
When we got to the hotel we didn't do much for the next few hours, but we decided Alyson would put me in the trunk of her car and I would pop out when they came in, fake cig in hand.
We did so and when we all met, it was just sheer excitement. I mean we had been talking online for over a month almost every single night. I hugged Samantha and almost fell over in shock it was so great to finally be meeting them.
We went up to the room, and Wendy starts laying out all her implements as Pete and Samantha recount the various embarrassing spankings that happened on the ride up. Including Samantha being spanked in a gas station in front of the service guy. EEP
Uh oh, I thought What am I in for?
Wendy tells us to go take a look at all the implements. I am looking at them in shock and awe. I've never been so close to this many weapons of mass destruction before (okay not really, more like implements of ass destruction)
She had paddles upon paddles mixed with leather and delrin canes, and omigod, I'm not gonna lie I was scared.
She picked up the irish school strap (Instrument made from two layers of leather, stitched together. One and a half inches wide; eighteen inches long; three-eighths of an inch thick.) and told us all to hold out our palms. My eye were already watering. seriously? So I hesitantly held out my hand. WHACK
My eyes filled up.
"AAAH"
I started shaking my hand out... that fekkin' hurt
"And that was just a shoulder fall!" Wendy Said.
That was not just a shoulder fall! my head shouted, but my mouth knew better than to say that.
Then we were each going to get a short spanking and off to bed. Samantha was the first. The rest of us waited in the living room of the suite in anticipation. Knowing we were next. I held Alyson's hand. Eep
WHACK SMACK SMACK,
We listened as the instruments alternated and the cries became harder to contain.
I sat in my seat scared and excited, oh shit, oh shit, Am I doing the right thing?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
TRIP TO OREGON
The Trip to Oregon happened July 17-July 20
and they were some of the most glorious days of my life.
Most of the Fam was there:
Wendy, Samantha, Alyson, and Pete were there, but Pete's wife Rose couldn't make it, and neither could her sub Amy.
Wendy and Pete were to be the Tops and Samantha, Alyson, and I the bottoms. But being that Pete is a switch, he was quite the brat much of the trip.
During this trip I experienced play and real discipline, and a variety of implements including:
hand, plastic hairbrush, wooden hairbrush, plastic lexan ruler, wooden paint stick, paddle, marinet, belt, tawse, Irish school strap, razor strop (extra thick!), delrin cane, double, triple and birch of canes, and a switch
I'm proud of my new list. The play was so much fun, the discipline, not so much.
They never went too far, they always kept my head in a good space and when it was play they would always rub out the burn and space out the hits so that the marks never lasted more than a few hours. I'll be doing more posts on specific spankings and events that occurred during our trip.
But this is just a taste of what happened with my spanko family in Oregon!
and they were some of the most glorious days of my life.
Most of the Fam was there:
Wendy, Samantha, Alyson, and Pete were there, but Pete's wife Rose couldn't make it, and neither could her sub Amy.
Wendy and Pete were to be the Tops and Samantha, Alyson, and I the bottoms. But being that Pete is a switch, he was quite the brat much of the trip.
During this trip I experienced play and real discipline, and a variety of implements including:
hand, plastic hairbrush, wooden hairbrush, plastic lexan ruler, wooden paint stick, paddle, marinet, belt, tawse, Irish school strap, razor strop (extra thick!), delrin cane, double, triple and birch of canes, and a switch
I'm proud of my new list. The play was so much fun, the discipline, not so much.
They never went too far, they always kept my head in a good space and when it was play they would always rub out the burn and space out the hits so that the marks never lasted more than a few hours. I'll be doing more posts on specific spankings and events that occurred during our trip.
But this is just a taste of what happened with my spanko family in Oregon!
My first web Cam spanking
As Wendy is taking me under her wing 'til Oregon, she had a talk with me about rudeness.
Apparently, when I sign off on Yahoo! Instant Messenger without saying HUGS first, people felt like I was being rude. I tended to just say goodbye and sign off quickly, without giving them the chance to respond.
She said it was no big deal, but if she finds out I was being rude again that I'd be in for a spanking.
"on cam?" I ask
"yes little one."
eep
I will be perfect I decide!
Later that evening, Alyson, Wendy and I are in a conference on YIM. I was joshing around, and I did something to catch Wendy's attention
Wendy: Michelle Renee!
Me: Yes Ma'am
Alyson: giggles
Me: Alyson would you please shut up?
Wendy: Did we or did we not just have a talk about being rude?
Me: Yes ma'am
Wendy: And what did I say would happen if you were rude again?
Me: A spanking Ma'am
Wendy: How?
Me: On cam, Ma'am
Wendy: That's right
Me: But I was only playing.
Wendy: But you were rude.
Me: Yes Ma'am
She instructed me to get my implements ready, and the next possible time I'd get spanked.
We had to wait for my dad to be out of the house and for her to have time. It seemed like an eternity, actually it was 2 days.
First we talked about it on skype,
"Why are we here?" She asked me
"Because I was rude, Ma'am"
We discussed the situation, I told her I felt like I was just playing around and it was unfair, she said that if she hadn't just talked to me about being rude than it wouldn't be a big deal.
She had me pull down my pants and underwear and use the hairbrush to spank my bottom and my sit spots a few times on each side to test it out. Then she had me do 10 hard ones on each cheek and each sit spot then talk to her about how it was for me.
She asked me open ended questions, so that I couldn't just say "fine" or "okay"
"What was that like for you?" She asked
I told her I was nervous and embarrassed.
She said it wasn't always about the pain.
Then she had me do a repeat of that session only harder and faster, and that was it.
During the session all I could think about was compelling my muscles to cause me pain.
Wouldn't it be more painful if she did it? Can I do it hard enough for her?
In reality it was just a short quick session to get me used to the idea.
That was it.
All in all it worked well. Little did I know that I'd be earning myself another one in two days :D
Apparently, when I sign off on Yahoo! Instant Messenger without saying HUGS first, people felt like I was being rude. I tended to just say goodbye and sign off quickly, without giving them the chance to respond.
She said it was no big deal, but if she finds out I was being rude again that I'd be in for a spanking.
"on cam?" I ask
"yes little one."
eep
I will be perfect I decide!
Later that evening, Alyson, Wendy and I are in a conference on YIM. I was joshing around, and I did something to catch Wendy's attention
Wendy: Michelle Renee!
Me: Yes Ma'am
Alyson: giggles
Me: Alyson would you please shut up?
Wendy: Did we or did we not just have a talk about being rude?
Me: Yes ma'am
Wendy: And what did I say would happen if you were rude again?
Me: A spanking Ma'am
Wendy: How?
Me: On cam, Ma'am
Wendy: That's right
Me: But I was only playing.
Wendy: But you were rude.
Me: Yes Ma'am
She instructed me to get my implements ready, and the next possible time I'd get spanked.
We had to wait for my dad to be out of the house and for her to have time. It seemed like an eternity, actually it was 2 days.
First we talked about it on skype,
"Why are we here?" She asked me
"Because I was rude, Ma'am"
We discussed the situation, I told her I felt like I was just playing around and it was unfair, she said that if she hadn't just talked to me about being rude than it wouldn't be a big deal.
She had me pull down my pants and underwear and use the hairbrush to spank my bottom and my sit spots a few times on each side to test it out. Then she had me do 10 hard ones on each cheek and each sit spot then talk to her about how it was for me.
She asked me open ended questions, so that I couldn't just say "fine" or "okay"
"What was that like for you?" She asked
I told her I was nervous and embarrassed.
She said it wasn't always about the pain.
Then she had me do a repeat of that session only harder and faster, and that was it.
During the session all I could think about was compelling my muscles to cause me pain.
Wouldn't it be more painful if she did it? Can I do it hard enough for her?
In reality it was just a short quick session to get me used to the idea.
That was it.
All in all it worked well. Little did I know that I'd be earning myself another one in two days :D
My first spanking with SG pt 3
SG and I played online, and I thought we were all done with the spanking. We made a list of rules along with the consequences of breaking said rules. I didn't agree with most of the consequences. For example, the number one thing I wanted to work on was exercise, and the only punishment for not exercising was loss of Spanko-internet privledges for a day.
I knew it was my job to speak up, but I was scared. I didn't really know him that well, and I didn't know my limits yet, being a noob. I understood what Wendy was saying about keeping it safe, and I realized I wasn't as safe as I could have been because I didn't really know SG
Finally, I was ready to leave when he turns to me and says, "Are you ready for the last part of your spanking?"
Is he joking? He was joking earlier, when he gave me five playful swats. He said only three sessions over his knee. Surely, he's not serious! My mind raced with questions, this was not what we discussed. I nodded speechless.
"This is going to be the hardest session and it will be on the bare bottom." He said "Understood?"
WHAT?!
"Yes, sir" I squeeked out of my lips
This is what you wanted, this is what you wanted I reminded myself over and over again.
As he TWACKED and SMACKED me harded than ever, I lay limp on his lap wishing it would end.
Mechanically everything was right, but emotionally it didn't work.
After a few smacks he stood me up and told me to get the new panties on.
I felt awkward in them, but they were thick cotton and offered some protection.
As I lay on his lap again he tells me he is going to give me fifty more and I am to yell out when we get to 10, 20, 30, 40, and 50
It was an exercise in concentration, he says.
Don't fuck up or he'll start over! I yell to myself.
10 and 20, come rather easily, but then he says he is going to start mixing it up and varying the tempo. I get 30 just barely but when he gets to 40 he speeds up so fast and I am sooo flustered I cannot say 40 in time.
"That was 42 not 40." He says "We are starting over."
OMG! Really? I though that was 40 are you sure?
He starts again. All I can focus on are the numbers. I am mouthing them to try and keep up with his rapid pace changing. I forget about safe words, or the scene, or anything. ALL I can think about is counting
This time the same thing happens at 40 except this time I know I fucked up.
"What number was that really?" He says sternly
"I don't know." I say almost about to cry, He just cannot start again!
"That was 43" He says
FUCK!
"It just sped up so much! I didn't...." my words trail off, I know they're of no use to me now.
"You are really blistered and bruised, so I won't make you start again." He says
SMACK SMACK
"We are now at the last 5, these are going to be the hardest five of the night, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Owwwww!
I squeal then I collapse into him for aftercare. I am shaking and scared. The other after care felt false. This time I felt like if I didn't collapse into him, I'd just collapse.
At the end he shared with me his alter, which was very special.
I know for him he didn't know what was happening within my head, he didn't know that it was too hard for me because I didn't say anything, I don't blame him for any wrong doing, I just wish I had opened my mouth sometimes.
The real problems started the next day.
My bottom was sore and swollen, bruised and blistered.
All this from a hand!? I thought, and disciplines will be worse?!
I was under the impression the implements would necessarily be worse, because I hadn't had any yet.
I was promised 5 swats with a hairbrush per minute late, so I was 30 minutes early to work.
On my way to my acting class I broke down crying because of traffic.
When I got home and he was online he I invited him into conference with my spanko family.
He asked if I got his email yet. I told him I hadn't read my email yet. He asked to see me in PM NOW.
He told me I was going to get 20 with the hairbrush for not having checked my E-mail yet.
At this point I "shouted" in caps lock "I AM DONE"
Following this there was a lot of speculation and drama, about whether what he did was right or wrong.
I still maintain that I should have said something, otherwise how would he know it didn't work for me?
After seeing the picture, other people said that if he was an experienced top, he should not have gone that hard my first time.
Some people got really mad at him and sent him mean messages.
He left the online scene for a bit and I posted a forum message in his favor, stating that he did nothing wrong.
After that, generally opinion of him was good, but he had already left the scene online, and moved to UK for a few weeks.
The reason I didn't post on this, is I didn't really know what to say for a while. I wanted the heat of the topic to die down first.
Thats all for now.
I've had some really great experiences since then too, and I can't wait to share them!
I knew it was my job to speak up, but I was scared. I didn't really know him that well, and I didn't know my limits yet, being a noob. I understood what Wendy was saying about keeping it safe, and I realized I wasn't as safe as I could have been because I didn't really know SG
Finally, I was ready to leave when he turns to me and says, "Are you ready for the last part of your spanking?"
Is he joking? He was joking earlier, when he gave me five playful swats. He said only three sessions over his knee. Surely, he's not serious! My mind raced with questions, this was not what we discussed. I nodded speechless.
"This is going to be the hardest session and it will be on the bare bottom." He said "Understood?"
WHAT?!
"Yes, sir" I squeeked out of my lips
This is what you wanted, this is what you wanted I reminded myself over and over again.
As he TWACKED and SMACKED me harded than ever, I lay limp on his lap wishing it would end.
Mechanically everything was right, but emotionally it didn't work.
After a few smacks he stood me up and told me to get the new panties on.
I felt awkward in them, but they were thick cotton and offered some protection.
As I lay on his lap again he tells me he is going to give me fifty more and I am to yell out when we get to 10, 20, 30, 40, and 50
It was an exercise in concentration, he says.
Don't fuck up or he'll start over! I yell to myself.
10 and 20, come rather easily, but then he says he is going to start mixing it up and varying the tempo. I get 30 just barely but when he gets to 40 he speeds up so fast and I am sooo flustered I cannot say 40 in time.
"That was 42 not 40." He says "We are starting over."
OMG! Really? I though that was 40 are you sure?
He starts again. All I can focus on are the numbers. I am mouthing them to try and keep up with his rapid pace changing. I forget about safe words, or the scene, or anything. ALL I can think about is counting
This time the same thing happens at 40 except this time I know I fucked up.
"What number was that really?" He says sternly
"I don't know." I say almost about to cry, He just cannot start again!
"That was 43" He says
FUCK!
"It just sped up so much! I didn't...." my words trail off, I know they're of no use to me now.
"You are really blistered and bruised, so I won't make you start again." He says
SMACK SMACK
"We are now at the last 5, these are going to be the hardest five of the night, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Owwwww!
I squeal then I collapse into him for aftercare. I am shaking and scared. The other after care felt false. This time I felt like if I didn't collapse into him, I'd just collapse.
At the end he shared with me his alter, which was very special.
I know for him he didn't know what was happening within my head, he didn't know that it was too hard for me because I didn't say anything, I don't blame him for any wrong doing, I just wish I had opened my mouth sometimes.
The real problems started the next day.
My bottom was sore and swollen, bruised and blistered.
All this from a hand!? I thought, and disciplines will be worse?!
I was under the impression the implements would necessarily be worse, because I hadn't had any yet.
I was promised 5 swats with a hairbrush per minute late, so I was 30 minutes early to work.
On my way to my acting class I broke down crying because of traffic.
When I got home and he was online he I invited him into conference with my spanko family.
He asked if I got his email yet. I told him I hadn't read my email yet. He asked to see me in PM NOW.
He told me I was going to get 20 with the hairbrush for not having checked my E-mail yet.
At this point I "shouted" in caps lock "I AM DONE"
Following this there was a lot of speculation and drama, about whether what he did was right or wrong.
I still maintain that I should have said something, otherwise how would he know it didn't work for me?
After seeing the picture, other people said that if he was an experienced top, he should not have gone that hard my first time.
Some people got really mad at him and sent him mean messages.
He left the online scene for a bit and I posted a forum message in his favor, stating that he did nothing wrong.
After that, generally opinion of him was good, but he had already left the scene online, and moved to UK for a few weeks.
The reason I didn't post on this, is I didn't really know what to say for a while. I wanted the heat of the topic to die down first.
Thats all for now.
I've had some really great experiences since then too, and I can't wait to share them!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
My first spanking with SG pt2
He came in and took me from the wall, he brought me back to his lap.
I laid over his lap and he began the next session.
I don't remember a lot of what he said, but he'd ask me questions, deep question and expected an answer.
As he spanked I remember crying out yellow a few times.
He encouraged me not to be afraid to use my safe words, but I was.
He spanked me on the underwear for about five minutes straight.
"Why do you want to be spanked?" SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Because I want discipline." I mumbled SMACK
"Why do you need discipline?" SMACK SMACK
"To take SMACK responisibility for my life SMACK and live with integrity."
"Why do you SMACK deserve that? SMACK
"Because I'm worth it." I replied
"Now for these next 10, I want you to cout and say 'I'm worth it'"
SMACK
"one I'm worth it"
SMACK
"two I'm worth it"
SMACK
"three I'm worth it"
SMACK
"four I'm worth it"
SMACK
"five I'm worth it"
SMACK
"six I'm worth it"
SMACK
"seven I'm worth it"
SMACK
"eight I'm worth it"
SMACK
"nine I'm worth it"
SMACK
"TEN I'M WORTH IT" I screamed out in pain and relief.
He told me my butt was already bruised and blood blisters were starting to form.
He asked if I wanted to see, I nodded and he brought me to his bathroom.
Oh my G-d I thought. Little did I know I wasn't even half way done.
He gave me some water and we had a nice chat. However, inside it all felt devoid of relationship connection or emotion. It felt like nothing he said applied to me. I don't have a self worth issue.
I don't think lowly of myself. I'm proud of myself, my grades, my accomplishments.
He had me stand in the corner and come up with the 5 best things about myself.
He came back in about 5 minutes and asked for them.
I gave them to him and then he took me back over his lap bare bottom
"Are you okay?" He asked
No I was not okay. I was bruised and this was my first time, and I was scared and he wasn't stopping.
"Yeah" I managed to yelp from my confused state of mind
"You have left off the 'Sir' quite a few times tonight." He said "The next twenty are going to be hard and they are going to be for forgetting to call me 'Sir'"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
HOLY SHIT THAT HURT!
At this point, I had said yellow maybe six times throughout the course of the night, I barely yelled or yelped, I was quiet.
I was okay.
We then started playing around online and visited a chat
I laid over his lap and he began the next session.
I don't remember a lot of what he said, but he'd ask me questions, deep question and expected an answer.
As he spanked I remember crying out yellow a few times.
He encouraged me not to be afraid to use my safe words, but I was.
He spanked me on the underwear for about five minutes straight.
"Why do you want to be spanked?" SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Because I want discipline." I mumbled SMACK
"Why do you need discipline?" SMACK SMACK
"To take SMACK responisibility for my life SMACK and live with integrity."
"Why do you SMACK deserve that? SMACK
"Because I'm worth it." I replied
"Now for these next 10, I want you to cout and say 'I'm worth it'"
SMACK
"one I'm worth it"
SMACK
"two I'm worth it"
SMACK
"three I'm worth it"
SMACK
"four I'm worth it"
SMACK
"five I'm worth it"
SMACK
"six I'm worth it"
SMACK
"seven I'm worth it"
SMACK
"eight I'm worth it"
SMACK
"nine I'm worth it"
SMACK
"TEN I'M WORTH IT" I screamed out in pain and relief.
He told me my butt was already bruised and blood blisters were starting to form.
He asked if I wanted to see, I nodded and he brought me to his bathroom.
Oh my G-d I thought. Little did I know I wasn't even half way done.
He gave me some water and we had a nice chat. However, inside it all felt devoid of relationship connection or emotion. It felt like nothing he said applied to me. I don't have a self worth issue.
I don't think lowly of myself. I'm proud of myself, my grades, my accomplishments.
He had me stand in the corner and come up with the 5 best things about myself.
He came back in about 5 minutes and asked for them.
I gave them to him and then he took me back over his lap bare bottom
"Are you okay?" He asked
No I was not okay. I was bruised and this was my first time, and I was scared and he wasn't stopping.
"Yeah" I managed to yelp from my confused state of mind
"You have left off the 'Sir' quite a few times tonight." He said "The next twenty are going to be hard and they are going to be for forgetting to call me 'Sir'"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
HOLY SHIT THAT HURT!
At this point, I had said yellow maybe six times throughout the course of the night, I barely yelled or yelped, I was quiet.
I was okay.
We then started playing around online and visited a chat
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