|An awesome gift from my friend A|
SCONY Mountain Weekend- Sunday And Beyond
I really need to get a laptop so I can actually work on these posts while I’m still at the weekend. Might as well be doing something when my brain is wired and I can’t sleep anyway. Fortunately I have a good memory even with 2 weeks having passed and this will be the last installment about my trip. As you can see on the left, I received more awesome Peeps gifts. A got me that shirt. I also got probably 20-ish boxes of Peeps from friends throughout the weekend. Less than April but a pretty good haul for October when they are harder to find.
Sunday started off with a pajama breakfast. Apparently a lot of tops wear button down shirts and ties to bed. Weird. I had my Peeps shirt and pajama pants on. A lot of people started checking out which makes me sad. Some just left without saying goodbye at all! *coughRegancough* It’s like people think they can just slip away and avoid my awkward crying and hugs. Unacceptable. It’s a SCONY weekend rite of passage! I hung out on the porch for a while and someone had brought these Chinese finger trap type things so we had fun trying to flick them around at each other. It only took 50 tries before I had the launch perfected. Trying to shoot it off the cane didn’t work very well. Then Mr. R took my cane and aimed to hit my hand with it every time I tried to grab it back. Meanie.
I went up to Room 10 with BV to play once more before he’d be leaving that afternoon. We didn’t use my cane but he had several of his own. I picked one out that looked thinner since I like more sting than thud. My pajama pants were pulled down to my knees and I bent over the desk. He tapped the cane against my bottom several times before delivering the harder stroke. I’d think I was ready for the next stroke and it wouldn’t come when I expected. Canings always leave me guessing which I kind of love/hate. He struck a bit harder each time and I was getting very squirmy as the stinging of my bottom increased. He spanked me with his hand for a minute and then gave the last few with the cane. We ended with a hug.
I went back to my room to get properly dressed for the day. I headed down to the lounge for something that was planned for Pinky. Everyone gathered to share some memories. It was great hearing some of the stories that were new to me. Many funny, all heartfelt. You couldn’t have known her without having a story that touched you in some way. I even shared my own of a time she lovingly threw me under the bus. Lol. I recognize how difficult this time was for so many that were close with Pinky. Ms. Margaret and Mr. Ryder did a fabulous job of pulling this weekend together despite what they were going through. The activities planned for Pinky were beautiful and fit right in along with everything else. There were a lot of tears but also a lot of laughter and it really showed what a family SCONY is. The closeness of this group still amazes me sometimes and I’m happy to be a part of it. I definitely cried more at this weekend than any other, but I still left with a smile on my face. I think everyone else did too.
I had one more scene with Mr. A before he was going to head home. I’d been eager for a bedtime flogging but our schedules hadn’t matched up thus far during the weekend. I lied on the bed and he strapped me. He started with a longer thin leather strap that could be categorized as “nicer.” But even with that one I couldn’t stay still and was definitely feeling it. He switched to my London Tanners domestic discipline strap that quickly had me kicking. He used a heavy thicker strap with misleading hearts on it a few times before I was screeching. “You’re not very good at staying still, are you?” he asked in between swats. “Oww, no sir, I’m not! I’m trying!” I struggled to stay in place as my bottom felt it was on fire. The strapping subsided and he reached for my flogger. I got a nice full body flogging as we talked and I relaxed. So relaxed that he was nice enough to not make me get up and saw himself out. I rested with a smile.
A while later I headed down for dinner. Yep, you guessed it. There was a salad there again. Sigh. I ate something other than the salad and watched tops watch the Yankees lose. (This was the third game, before they got swept in that series.) Then it was time to say goodbye to Mr. A and R. I cried and hugged them and congratulated them once again on their engagement. I really hope I’ll be able to make it out there next year for the pending nuptials. I don’t know if the Yankees loss spurred some grumpiness to put folks in a spanking mood, but Sunday night was very active. It ended up being the day I played the most which has never happened before at the end of the weekend.
|Chocolate dipped Peep ghosts!|
Those of us remaining headed down to the lounge to hang out. My new friend T with the staff there told me he thought I was hilarious. He said when he thought of Utah from now on he wouldn’t just think of Mormons, he would think “hey, they have funny people there!” Lol. That totally made my day. I thought he was pretty hilarious himself. I met with Mr. Lewis once more. We went into one of the cubicles and I went across his lap. He delivered a firm spanking with his hand that left me quite pink and ended with a hug. There was a conversation amongst a few of us about how many swats constitutes a spanking. Some said even one swat would and others said more. Unsurprisingly upon hearing that. someone was dragged away for a more direct study. Apparently the answer was more than one.
Mr. R appeared, giving me The Look with the FES in hand. I had not met with it yet that weekend and was okay with that. I never seem to make it. I was led to the back and bent over the saddle. He pulled down my panties and started right up with the FES. Words escaped me but I wondered what happened to the whole warm up idea. I also knew had I said that he would’ve proved that was a warm up by making what followed a lot worse. I do have a little bit of self preservation left. All this went through my head while the strapping never ceased. He reminded me of my attitude problem I have when I get far away in distance and think I can say whatever I want. “The next time you think about having an attitude like that, I want you to remember this one in particular.” SMACK! The strap seared into me as I gripped onto the saddle to keep from jumping up. “And this one.” SMACK! “And this one.” SMACK! “And this one.” SMAAACK! I swear he took a running start at the end there. I promised I would remember and he let me up and gave me a big hug.
It wasn’t long before I was soon back in that same cubicle and bent over the saddle by Ms. M. She spanked me with her stingy leather paddle. There are 5 acceptable responses to say to her during a spanking and I was so sure of myself that I knew them all. I do always know them, when I’m not under duress. She asked me to tell her what they were and I rattled off four of them and then… a brain cramp. “Shit,” I mumbled. “What did you say?? That is not a nice word!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I could hear a bit of a laugh in her voice. “Oww I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t say it again!” Another volley of swats and we were finished, ending with a hug.
|How I looked on Sunday|
My backside was roasting, but insatiable me, I still played once more for the night. After a bit of a break I went with AP and Mr. G up to the room. The first three person scene I ever had was with both of them and I had wanted to do it again. There wasn’t nearly as much attitude as the first time. She and I were both fairly somber and accepting of our fates. We lied across the bed side by side as he went through his large bag of implements. I couldn’t easily see what he was picking out next which was driving me crazy. He’d stand on my side and spank me with the current implement at hand, then walk around to her side as she got it. I preferred being first. Hearing her get spanked and then having him come over to me not knowing what he had in his hand would’ve been even more nerve-wracking. He used several straps and belts. Then came the bath brush as we both had to count the last 10. I thought my bottom had been roasting before, but it was even more so after that. He gave us both a hug and we went back down to the lounge.
I hung around and chatted until it was closing time. I went back up to my room and tried to get some sleep. This is one of those times I wished I would’ve had a laptop and I could’ve written this weeks ago with a bit more detail. The next morning when I went down to breakfast, the only people present were A and Mr. G. I even took a pic of myself at the table by 9:30 ahead of almost everyone else for once. After breakfast, Mr. R sent me up to Room 10. I bent over the chair in the room and he pulled my panties down. I heard him remove his belt and braced myself. It struck me hard and fast and is the closest thing I can imagine to being stung by a swarm of bees. It stung terribly and I struggled not to leap up from the chair after being corrected for doing so the first time. He gave a few final reminders about how to behave and I was in full agreement. I redressed and got a big hug.
The last hour or so was spent packing and loading the car. We helped pack up the stuff down in the lounge. I’m notorious for crying with my goodbyes. I was sitting there and scratched my face and E walked by and said “oh are you crying?” I said no, not yet. A few minutes later she again asked if I was crying and I laughed and said no, I’ll come find you when I’m ready! It didn’t take long as I made the final rounds of hugs before we had to go. K is so sweet and kind of like my SCONY Mom. I always have a really hard time saying goodbye to her. E got to see the real tears as we said goodbye. I told Ms. M and Mr. R that they did a wonderful job pulling this weekend together and I had such a good time and thanked them both. Then we were off. Thank you to all who helped make the weekend wonderful and such a fun time. I miss you all already. Until next time…