Mountain Weekend: Chapter 1
The SCONY mountain weekend had finally arrived after months of waiting and waiting. I caught the red eye into JFK arriving at an ungodly early hour and my friend Mr. Grumpypants picked me up. Was he grumpy already? Yes, he was. We had a little disagreement over how I’d texted him when the plane landed when he’d asked that I call. But I DID call when I got to the baggage claim. He said it didn’t do any good to call from the baggage claim because the whole point was that he wanted to be able to head to the airport after I landed so I wouldn’t be waiting there alone for long. This would come up again later in case you didn’t already guess that. I wonder who will win that argument…
In any case, he found me, we had breakfast, and then went to his place while he packed. Our friends D and B were already there and helped figure out the GPS so we could lead the way while they followed us there. Mr. G pulled me into the other room to give me a reminder on why I should follow directions. My jeans came down and I went over his lap and was also reminded of how hard his hand is. I don’t know how I always seem to forget that. Yes, I did lose the aforementioned argument. How did you guess? He told me that this was just a warm up and we’d discuss it more later. We hugged and then he went to finish packing. We picked up M in NYC and were on our way. I think I was a pretty good navigator. I’ve been through this drive many times now so know when to pull out the Easy Pass. (I’m so glad there isn’t a toll road to be found anywhere in Utah.) We stopped for lunch at Cracker Barrel where I had 3 different vegetables on my plate. I’m making note of that for S if he’s reading. 😛 Soon we were making that familiar wind down the road to the resort. That’s always when the butterflies start.
We arrived and greeted the few folks who had made it there before us. I was dead tired as I always am due to my flight options to get there at a decent hour. I was somewhat forced into taking a nap so that I could make it through the night. You know when you’re a kid and you just hated naps because you were being told to do it so out of spite just tried to stay awake and argue you weren’t tired? I kind of felt like that. I’m so excited to be there and catch up with everyone, I don’t want to waste time on sleep! But I did lay down and must’ve drifted because the next thing I knew, I was awoken by a text message from a friend who had arrived. I got up and rushed to the next room over where Mr. A and R had just checked in. It was a long belated hug.
Soon Ms. M and Mr. R arrived and there were more hugs all around. We all gathered in the dining room for dinner. This led to the vegetable conversation. Here’s the thing. I don’t like most vegetables. I’m a fairly picky eater. I’ll eat plenty of the ones that I do like, but I dislike more things than I like. Our meals are included with the cost of the weekend and every dinner comes with a salad to start with. I don’t like to waste food but it’s already placed in front of me and there’s no way in hell I’m eating salad. It’s much too vegetable-y. I got an eye roll from Mr. A at how I wasn’t eating anything and I explained to him that I’d already had several servings of vegetables that day. At that moment, I was drinking coffee which is also a vegetable. (Stay with me here.) Coffee comes from coffee beans and beans are a vegetable. The same discussion came up over the super rich chocolate cake served for dessert which was also a vegetable. 2 servings even because it was so rich. Chocolate comes from cocoa beans and beans= vegetable. He just wasn’t getting it.
After completing the food pyramid for the day, I went to my room and waited for Mr. A. We had an appointment for 8:00 that had been a long time coming. He reminded me of some past teasing and provoking that hadn’t been forgotten and that I don’t get to do that just because I’m far away and not accountable for it immediately. (Yeah, I seem to forget that part sometimes. But it’s so much fun in the moment!) I was in agreement with him, though I’m not always quite so compliant. I went across his lap and he spanked me with his hand. I’d forgotten how hard it could be, too. He used a leather paddle and then more with his hand. After becoming sufficiently reddened and agreeable, the spanking ended with a big hug.
Now it was time to head down to the lounge for karaoke. This is always one of my favorite parts of the weekend. My karaoke skills are famous all across the Poconos. Okay, that may be an exaggeration. But I enjoy singing and do so moderately well and I don’t mind making an ass of myself in front of friends anyway. I’d had a whole theme planned out but unfortunately many of the songs I wanted weren’t in the book to choose from. I was wanting to do “I Want To Break Free” from Queen, “What Have I Done To Deserve This” and “One More Chance” from the Pet Shop Boys, and “I Wanna Be Sedated” from The Ramones. Do you see the theme here? It was my progression of feelings during the weekend. Lol.
Those weren’t available though so I had to skip to a few others on the list. I sang “I Ran So Far Away” from Flock of Seagulls and “Wanted Dead Or Alive” from Bon Jovi to fit with the 80’s theme of the weekend. Several of us did a group number of “Hard Knock Life” from Annie which in theory had seemed like a cute song for a bunch of bottoms to sing. But when we actually did it, we realized that we didn’t really know the song as well as we thought we did. So it was a bit rough. But later many of us did “Hold On Tight” from ELO and that went much better.
After my song selections were done, Mr. G led me to the woodshed. It was really cold that night and as is the case with wet bottomed spankings, cold bottomed spankings hurt more as well. I remembered to empty my pockets first this time so my phone didn’t fly across the room and took my jeans down and bent over the saddle. He spanked me with his hand while scolding me about our earlier discussion, as well as reminding me to keep my smart aleck attitude in check for the weekend. It’s always hard when tops ask questions during the spanking. “Are you going to behave this weekend, young lady?” Um, do you want the right answer or the honest answer? They usually aren’t the same answer. My bottom was really stinging and I went with the right one in this case. I pulled myself together and got a hug, which was nice for body warmth. Lol.
Some of you may remember that I whined a bit about not playing on Thursday of the previous weekend in this post. Well that record was clearly broken. Not long after that, a bunch of us headed to the hot tub. This can be a very bad idea for a really sore bottom but I wasn’t too toasted at that point. It was a nice time to relax and chat before heading back to my room. I showered and got ready for bed and was given a nice massaging flogging before finally drifting off to sleep. A very relaxing end to a long day. I’ll continue with Part 2 in my next post.