Saturday, July 04, 2009

The Stuff of Legend

For this post it's only fair that I identify the person, at least somewhat - or at least to those who know her. I'll identify her as "my lovely date at the last Shadow Lane party" which ought to be plenty specific enough for anyone who needs to know...

we live three time zones apart so by the time my cell phone goes to "nights and weekends" it's the middle of the night there, but that's pretty much what we worked out... so some of the things she says are pretty sleepy. In fact, she was commenting on this very fact, after heading herself for trouble - you know how everything sounds good when you're far away and safe and you're wishing you could be spanked right then, and a lot, maybe even hard, maybe even a lot hard - so she's saying that brats shouldn't talk to tops when they're sleepy or she might end up asking for something like 400 with the tawse... the tawse being something she particularly hates for some reason...

I hear "400 with the tawse" - a week or so before we get together in Vegas - and I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm reasonably awake and the numbers click through my mind - 400, that's eleven sets of three dozen - three a day plus one on Thursday night and one on Monday morning. Then we'll only need four more strokes to make it to 400...

Of course the problem with brats - or some of the problems, anyway - is that they talk big and then want to chicken out - and they seem to think they get some say in the matter... so she immediately begins backtracking and complaining and worrying - she said she didn't want it, she can't take that many, it'll interfere with our other play and her party play... silly stuff like that. Meanwhile I keep assuring her that this is how legends are born... "and, at the March Shadow Lane party, on top of everything else, I got 400 with the tawse..."

I guess she did have some cause for concern... she was getting some pretty heavy paddling right off the bat, solid and often... and that tawse can really sting - once warmed up by the paddle I didn't need to use it lightly... three dozen is a good number for a quick spanking, too many to ignore, definitely. I tried to time it so it wouldn't throw her out of any reverie she may have drifted into from other play.

Seems she also got several sessions with the canes, both nice and evil... and at one point hid the paddle to save her bottom for a while - turned into quite awhile... but we pressed on. I think we got all three sessions in on Friday, first thing Saturday and afternoon. With a big party Saturday night and getting to bed after four we were one set behind. Sunday morning we were asleep but easily fit two into the afternoon, bringing us within three of finishing. Of the extra four, three had already been collected.

With her leaving early in the morning our play session Sunday night was long with many intense scenes, so I didn't double up then, knowing how easily we could get in one extra set before heading to the airport at dark-thirty. We managed to wake up - and get up - early enough Monday morning for our farewell play and I laid on two good sets of three dozen apiece - and one more stroke filled our four hundred.

Proving once again that with a little planning and dedication you can give a brat what she asks for...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Not fair! What was actually said was "you might ask for something RIDICULOUS like 400 with the tawse"-not implying that that would EVER be a good idea...Trust me people, it was not:)
-d-

Unknown said...

To be a true ledgend, wouldn't she have to take 500 with the tawse at whatever party you both attend next?

Anonymous said...

Who asked you, Spman???? I already admitted it was NOT a good idea...Gerr!
-d-