I had a great time again at BBW 2017. This is what I wrote in Fetlife:

This was a brilliant weekend and i had so much fun! I’m in a different place now after a sad last year and some times before where I got too involved in the wrong situations that completely messed with my head, so this was about having fun again at parties like I used to, and not being sulky and too hard on myself. Thanks to my SSNY family for making it special and always welcoming me back with the biggest smiles and hugs.

The Boardwalk Academy was a highlight, but seeing as I haven’t left school yet it was like a normal day but the lessons were so real. I was genuinely disappointed with myself for letting myself down and rushing my packing and forgetting my Catholic uniform that I always wear. Sister Miranda told me off and the look on her face was so real to me and I’m sorry and will bring it next time. I loved all of the classes and actually learned things too and was proud to sing and say prayers and take the plead of allegience with everyone.

I loved the Uniformed tops again and wanted to play with as many people as I could to make everyone feel included and it was wonderful, and I had some great connections I didn’t imagine having before.

To my closest friends there you know I miss you and have always hated the geography in our lives but it always feels we are close and are never far apart. Thanks to those I played with in the suites and special thanks to those who know who they are, and I can’t wait to see again and can see good times ahead and who knows where life will lead us. I’m just so happy to be back feeling like it’s the first time again and my mind is free and happy and anything is possible again!
Biggest loves and huggles xoxo

Sunday 27th April 2014

Sunday was the last day of the party and the main event is always the Boat Cruise in the evening. Last year I was down to attend but was ill, but after hearing it was freezing cold I was glad I didn’t go. Besides I am no water baby and was unsure how choppy it would be. Luckily it was a calm evening so I’m sure everyone had a whale of a time! 🙂 hee hee

I think we all so tired because we all slept in until almost noon. I got up and saw on my phone the time and was down to go to the ‘Little’s party’ at 2pm which I was really excited about,  so I crept into the bathroom and had a shower. By the time I was out the other girls were waking too, which was just as well because we were all going to the Little’s party anyway.

I decided to wear one of my normal everyday dresses. I always wear dresses and skirts anyway and at no time during the entire BBW event (aside from when I wore my school uniform), did I wear anything that I don’t wear at home most times so I didn’t need to dress up at all for it. I usually wear flat shoes and most times my white ankle socks with a dress, after getting blisters on my toes a lot out walking in Australia and being reminded that I need to wear them.  I do dress up in heels if it’s something like going out to a posh restaurant for dinner or a role play scene where I’m a secretary or French maid or something, or at work where I need to wear an office suit, or just to be sexy for someone whatever!…but at home and casually outdoors I always dress as you see in all my ‘vanilla’ pictures, it is just how I am. It was always so tiring and draining to dress to impress so now I wear what I feel most comfortable in, so I am pretty teenage and ‘little’ like to some I guess in my dress style.

I took three of my teddy bears from the UK with me to the Little’s party (Jemima, Juni and Harriet) and Pandie and Emrys both had their  own stuffies, and I also had Booshki the panda that I had been looking after for Pandie there. I took my coloring books and pencils too and we did some coloring, listened to a story and had fun making a fort in the middle of the room. Somebody had an idea to squirt all the Big’s and teachers and carers with water pistols, so we all got spanked for that but it was fun tunneling our way in and out of the fort through the chairs! I loved being there and for one of the first times I did not have to pretend to act big or try and impress anybody, I could relax and have fun and not care and every big person was so lovely and kind and helpful. When we were packing up after the event I couldn’t find my coloring book. It was one my former Daddy had got for me and posted to my home address from Australia. I cried and panicked and called Miss Chris and she helped find it. Another nice man Mr Wood was really helpful too and nice when I was upset and I liked him but I never saw him again. I was genuinely upset emotionally when I lost my book, it means a lot to me because it was a present at a time that meant a lot. Miss Lisa was very nice and kind too when I was upset, and I loved seeing my UK friends there who I have missed and never spend enough time with. One of my friends who I saw in the UK a while before BBW upset me, when he said my teddy bears are just stuffed toys and I shouldn’t care about them so much and that one Domme he knew used to practice caning on them types of toys. It upset me and I told him I actually hated her now for doing that, but I meant it and it made me angry and I even cried to imagine her being so nasty. I also thought he was teasing me and really did not know or understand me at all and that upset me, but he was just thinking and being like most people do towards me I guess, and he probably thought I was mad or some attention seeking age player. My bears are like family to me and I would never sell them or lose them ever. Nobody realises how much it means to me to have these small things I never had once before, so the Little’s party was one of the best things I went to. I didn’t want to be or care if nobody spanked me or was looking for an excuse to, I just was happy as a bunny to be there that day. I am not a baby ‘little’ type in Fetish or ‘scene’ terms but I have a huge immaturity ‘problem’ (so I was told by someone who never understood) that I  have written about a lot and given up explaining now, but I relate to being an older teenager type still in real life and it is how I am every day just by being myself so it’s a battle. Anyway, sorry to bore anybody, I will get back to the party!

Bertha and Emrys both had to leave today and I was sad. I wished they could have all stayed but they had things to go back to. Bertha left first and we all hugged and I was so glad she was there and became my friend and as I write this I think of her face and miss her. We had a nice chat one day and she said some lovely kind things that I will remember. Later on Emrys had to leave so I helped her with her bags and we said goodbye in the hotel exit area. I really like Emrys, she is warm and genuine and says what she feels and I admire her strength a lot. I had a few tears, as I did when Bertha left but as soon as Emrys went and I walked away I realised she had the room key! I quickly ran back and caught her just in time and got it.

In the late afternoon, I was on my own most of the time as everyone was going to the cruise.  When I went back to the hotel room I tried the key Emrys had given me and it didn’t work. I decided to go to the Landshark restaurant and just had a nice burger and chips and it was a bit cold but I couldn’t get into the room to get a jacket. A few hours later I saw Pandie and she had the other key and let me in. She said the key I had was cancelled as there was a lost one, so I guess that was it, panic over!

Later in the evening was the final chance to play in the suites, but it was an earlier night as I had to go home the next day. I had an awesome spanking from one of my bestest female friends (which is a rare thing for me to be spanked by another girl, when its not in a film) but I feel particularly close to her and we have been friends for years but seem to keep passing like ships in the night, and I admit making the most pathetic excuses to stay away from her in the past and I regret not being there. There is just something about her that totally gets to me and draws me in I cannot explain why, but I miss her.  I also had a wonderful spanking and bath brushing from someone I actually asked to play with, which was a first! I was feeling low and upset as I had also lost an earring, which amazingly turned up on the table in his suite when I was there later, so when he said “yes” to taking me back there and spanking me I was made up. He never saw my crossed fingers behind my back when I asked him and held my breath! It was wonderful and special and he knew how to deal with me perfectly in that moment. I loved it afterwards when I thought about it happening, even though at the time it hurt in the real way I need, but he dealt with it.

The following day (Monday) I flew back and my friend Cindy kindly offered to drop me off at the airport, which meant I got to spend a whole day at her house beforehand. It was wonderful to be with such a good friend on such an emotional final day and not have to sit for 8 hours alone in an airport which is very lonely. We said goodbye at the airport and I cried most of the way home. BBW was more special this year and I will never forget it, but I came back happier than I had been in a long time.

Thanks to everybody who included me, made me feel welcome, became a new friend, shared skittles and poptarts with me, or indulged or humored me when I was not always at my best. I am sorry If I upset anybody by not saying ‘yes’ to playing with them again after last year, but that is because I am more aware of myself and my reasons for doing things (like ‘play’) and not because you are not wonderful friends I like socially.  To all those I did play with: Thanks for making it fun, for occasionally pressing the right buttons and taking me to the brink of overstaying my welcome across your knee or bed, and for making me think about being braver in telling you how hot it really was for me…hmmmm…I doubt I will ever be that brazen but I hope you could tell by my reactions and that I want to see you again. 🙂 xx

Saturday 26th April 2014

Saturday morning, and all of my roomies were up first and getting ready early as they were going to the Boardwalk Academy for Girls. I originally had my name down very early to go to the school and was on the list to attend, but I (stupidly) changed my mind because I thought I wouldn’t know anybody and be quite lonely. You would have to know me quite well and a bit about the past year or so of events I went through in order to know how I was feeling when I made the decision not to go. Until I went to BBW this year I was mightily flaky and down on myself for months. I was bullied in school and that left me with a lot of issues about fitting in that have taken me most of my life to get over. I hadn’t arranged to room with Pandie, Emrys and Bertha at the time I was accepted by the school, but they kindly came to my rescue when my original roomie had to cancel. When I saw them all excited about the school and had read about it being taken more seriously than the early bratting lively posts on the thread from pupils had indicated, I felt sad that I changed my mind, but wished them so much fun and was happy for them. They all looked so brilliant but kept their own unique identities in their school uniforms. I’ve been to lots of very serious adult schools and it means a lot to me to do well and take it seriously as I missed out so much on real school and it fills in a lot of gaps for me in my mental timeline, so it is highly emotional and special to me to go and being accepted means everything. I care less about being spanked there, in fact I would happily go and never be spanked at all (although it adds to it of course if it happens naturally) because I try and do well and please people and myself. This time I had been accepted with open arms and made to feel very welcome, but I looked at the list of attendees at the time and thought I would feel left out as they all know each other and had a common bratty banter going on that I do not do, and that made me think I would feel as lonely and sad as I did in real school once and I didn’t want to face that again feeling it is still too vivid to me. I am no good at bratting online and when I do brat it is usually in real life when I just react spontaneously I get spanked sometimes by my real life reactions to what I see around me, so it is genuine and not contrived to get me a sexy spanking…although I save that for in private with friends or partners!

The only class I liked in my real school was Business Studies where I also learned to touch type. We had this Dragon of a teacher Miss Stevens and had to sit up straight in our swivel typing chairs with our knees together and learn the etiquette of being secretaries. I’m so grateful to her now for helping me with my posture, even though at 14 to 16 years old I had no idea I would be a model one day too, I was just surviving day to day and coming to terms with being different and I was too young and afraid to explain that to anybody, though I have talked it all through with consultant psychiatrists a few years ago and they made sense of it all for me and it explained my lack of maturity. I was already fragile coming back to BBW again and I didn’t want to ruin things for myself or anybody else by being boring and shy and un-confident within the class. I would definitely have gone with my roomies if I knew they were all going to be with me, and I felt as happy as I am again now, it was just the timing and I was too hasty in changing my mind and giving up my place and I am sorry I did. I regret that now because they all had a wonderful time and it was taken so seriously and real by the staff and I know I would have loved it. But hey-ho, next year I’m definitely going, assuming I can get in after such a great success!

I had brought my school uniform to BBW anyway, just because it is still a huge part of my identity and I feel most at home wearing it, and anyway I had no idea who wanted to spank a schoolgirl this year either! I decided to wear it to the ‘Uniformed Tops’ event in the afternoon. This is the event where the girls sit in the rows of chairs in the audience area and a parade of gorgeous men in uniforms are led to the stage. When it begins we have to rush up to the stage and select one of them to spank us. We leave the stage and go to a corner down of the ballroom floor and get spanked for about 2 minutes by our chosen top, assuming we are looking to compete for the prize. We then both go back to the stage area and it begins again with choosing our next ‘victim’ to spank us. Last year I won because I got spanked by 14 different uniformed men, but this year there was an actual prize of free entry to next years event, so a lot more of the girls were looking to compete. Mike Tanner, the organiser had said there were no rules this year, so I took that to mean it was similar to last year and I just had to be very fit and energetic and see how many men I could fit into the time limit. I ended up with 21 and felt pleased that I had done quite well and much better than last year. I did not mind that I did not win, the taking part really was wonderful, but I was astonished and rather disappointed that the two joint ‘winners’ who both had over 30 men had grabbed more than one ‘top’ at a time. Great use of initiative, so I can’t complain that they broke the rules because there were none, but I am British and we tend to believe in gentle-persons conduct and play by Marquis of Queensberry rules 🙂 I wouldn’t have won this year anyway because another girl got 23 without resorting to using up less energy and finding an easier way to victory, so in my mind she was the moral winner, but good luck to the girls who were brave and imaginative enough to win by their own pre-planned ‘rules’ :). I got to play with some uniformed tops I had read about anyway, but when I met them in the flesh I secretly swooned a little and could have stayed with them for much longer than the two minutes we had….but I’m a girl I keep that to myself and would die with red faced embarrassment if they knew how hot I really felt being spanked by them! 🙂 I am never the type to ever ask a man to dance (spank me), that is his job if he is a Dom and if he chooses to ask me first, but I am glad the Uniformed Tops gave me the chance to check out some of the runners and riders, I was soooo not disappointed!!

After that there was popcorn and a spanking movie and I went along to see the fun films made by the organisers. I particularly went to support Pandie in a film she made with Mike Tanner. She was wonderful and I was so proud that this starlet was one of my roomies at BBW 🙂  There is always a lot of work put into the films and they touch on themes we all see, write and read about in the Fetlife site, so it is good they can poke fun at characterising the types of people we are.

It was a lovely warm sunny day and me, Pandie, Bertha and Emrys then got changed into shorts and skimpies and went on the beach. We took some fun photos of us all sitting on one small towel and had a laugh trying to get others inside the hotel by looking up at the glass ceiling!

The main event in the evening was the dinner/dance in the ballroom, which is rather like our prom night. The theme was ‘Mad Men’, based on the popular US TV drama…which I love anyway, so was back to the late 50’s and early 60’s fashion. It was great to get ready together in our room and help each other choose what to wear where we were undecided, and share things we forgot to bring or wanted to add to enhance our look. I decided to wear my princess tiara which was a great personal gift I will always treasure from my relationship in Australia with my former ‘Daddy’ and ‘Sister’. We many not be ‘friends’ anymore; and that was my choice to make it easier not to see them in my face in my online feed anymore but I will always have good memories of the days where we got on best and exchanged gifts. Good people are good people, regardless of how they saw me and what they thought about my part in events, so I will never have a bad word to say. It was just something I tried but it didn’t work out and I made a mess of it all and myself afterwards, I was just not mature enough to deal with the situation. It was nobody’s fault but my own and I wish them both well from afar and mean it.

I decided to wear a black long sleeved dress I brought with me to the Mad Men event rather than the blue polka dot one. When one of the girls said it was very ‘Jackie Kennedy’ I felt that meant it was frumpish, but when I saw it on me and felt it looked OK and suited me and I felt like a real princess in my tiara I was glad I chose it for that event. I wanted to try and look and act grown up just for one night. Pandie, Emrys and Bertha looked lovely and we took some group pictures for our photo collections. I am only not posting their faces here because I am always conscious of protecting the privacy of other people who may not want to be included in my gallery. The meal was really nice at the event and I only played once there, when I was taken to the tented area and spanked pretty nicely by a certain gentleman I had already met before, and it was hot and sensual too :). Once again, after the party there was play in the party suites and I managed to get some good spankings again and a nice red hot bottom from a man with straps!

Friday 25th April 2014

I had a long lie in and woke up at 11am as I was very tired, and I had a nice hot shower and relaxed. I went along to the Newbies/Registration in the afternoon and met up with someone who asked me if I wanted to play with him. We had gotten on really well chatting and as I left to go with him I noticed he picked up a huge bag of ‘toys’ to bring with him and was thinking “OMG, I just wanted a hand spanking and now you are bringing a heavy artillery toolbag?!”. We went to his room and I met his lovely partner who had a similar mountain of clothes on their bed to sort out and was organising an event, so we decided to go to my room as it was free and just a bit tidier! In short, I had a great time, he spanked me really well and gently tried implements (that I asked to look at first) and I was surprised and pleased with myself that my levels were still there and I could take it and most of all totally enjoy it all. I told him what I liked, he asked me and tried things that I loved and he knows me now and I will keep that to myself and give our great play session the privacy and respect it deserves. I saw him again a few times and we had good chemistry and I love his humour he makes me laugh every time, so I am glad we are friends now, plus his partner is cool too.

The evening came quickly and it was the Vendor’s Fair next. I wore this flimsy brown with white polka dot 1940’s/50’s style dress and was asked to be a demo bunny by one of the sellers on their leather implements stall so I took a few swats and hopefully helped to sell some of his products. It was fun and I had a great time. I went back to my room afterwards and got changed into a short flared maroon skater skirt as it was more comfortable and would be better for the rest of the evening’s play. I met up with a friend I made last year who was in the US combining a business trip with his debut BBW party, and it was good to see him again. We had played together last year at a party he runs and been friends online since around 2008 so it was a highlight of my whole spanking life when we eventually met and got on so well and I really like him a lot. The suite party that night was officially due to start at 12.00 midnight after the Vendor’s fair but one of the hosts said their room would be open on the floor upstairs and we could go in and play. When we go there the whole suite was empty so we were able to find a great spot in the main room and I was soon over his knee for a spanking. He only spanks mainly, it is what he is great at, plus it is my favourite thing too when it feels right, so I ended up having five (I think) long rounds of being spanked over his knee with just his hand and spells of corner time with my hands behind my back and bare bottom on display. A few people began to wander in and out after 40 minutes or so and one guy I did not know sat near to us and commented too much for my liking. He was talking to me during my private corner time after my spanking when I was still emotional and in a trance, which is really against the protocol and party rules to invade our play space, but I have not made an official issue of it. I can take it, I am supposedly a ‘professional’ so people do all sorts of things to me I don’t always like and my feelings don’t matter to them always, but I hope most of all it did not spoil it for the Mister who spanked me. I had the most brilliant spankings ever in the most perfect way for me personally and it is right up there on my all time list and I wish we were nearer and he could spank me every day 🙂 I was in dreamland, the whole scene, dialogue and tears I cried were real and I will never forget it in my entire life, I cannot say anything more than that, it was heaven in all perfect ways and we played for at least an hour, just spanking and corner time. I regret not taking any private pictures, my bottom was a perfect bright red for a change and I think the smile on my face would have also been a picture!

I went back to my room afterwards and was so tired I got changed into my pyjamas. I came back upstairs to the party and had a great play session in one of the bedrooms with a friend from the UK who I had lunch with a few times last year but we had never played. It was really good and he was also good with tapping into what I liked and needed so I had a good time as well.

Earlier yesterday I had ran into my long standing spanking model friends @pandorablake and aka ‘Zoe Montana’ who I have known since around 2006/7 when we did a charity run together in London. Pandora has gone on to run her own very successful film company ‘Dreams of Spanking’ so we had a chat about doing something together later this year and I hope we can make it happen, it would be a thrill to work with her. I love Zoe, she is fun and I have always felt friends with her and she is one of the few girls in the world I have ever let spank me, I just have a good feeling with her and she knows that I think 🙂 I saw her in Australia in October too, but sadly didn’t get to hang out together too much, so it was wonderful to see her in the US again at a party. I also had a lovely chat with David Pierson (of ‘Punished Brats’) and even played one of my songs on guitar for him, even though I was so tired and forgot my own lyrics and my voice was shot to bits with dehydration and lack of sleep so God knows how it sounded. I suggest he listens to the record 🙂

I finally went up to bed and my roomies were also there so we had a quick chat before lights out, it was a perfect day and I was growing into BBW again and finding myself again. I was so very confident for many years as Emma Bishop but for the past few years that enthusiasm and love of spanking had been knocked out of me by people, events and having my faith and trust in it destroyed. I went to bed with an even bigger smile tonight and have not felt this good in ages.

 

One year ago I went to the Boardwalk Badness Spanking party in Atlantic City, which I wrote about in my first four posts in this blog. I loved it so much that I decided to go again, but this year I came back in a much better frame of mind and injury and drama free. This is my diary.

I’m using spanking scene ID names in the ‘Fetlife’ community where I feel it is appropriate to do so. However, I won’t be naming names of anyone I played with (i.e those who spanked my bottom) just in case they are not comfortable with it, so it’s easier to leave everyone out and not cause any possible offence or awkwardness. I realise some of my more popular and well known friends and acquaintances are only too happy to be mentioned, so I apologise to them that I am not. I prefer to be discrete, but the people involved may read into it and know who they are, and if they want to comment and ‘out’ themselves then fine, I am more than happy with that too! I was proud to play with everyone who asked me to, or was asked to by me in the Uniformed Tops Event party game which was a reversal of convention, and totally something I never do 🙂

Thursday 24th April 2014

I landed in Atlantic City at around 3.30pm and was met by another guest who kindly offered me a lift to the hotel as he was passing nearby. It was a nice warm day, the shape of many warm things to come, including people. I remember having a big smile on my face in anticipation of seeing my friends again and hopefully making new ones. Last year I had a nasty infection on my bottom and could only play on one side without serious pain so I was very upset, which made me drink too much and deliberately hurt myself by over playing. I was emotionally wrecked by other circumstances at the time too which made me ill there so I was confined to my room for a while. This time I had stupidly picked at some loose skin a few days before, thinking it was a graze that had healed and I made it bleed. I had visions of it getting infected so I cleaned it up and decided to wear a clear plaster as a precaution. Luckily it healed perfectly and I was able to remove it near the end of my time there. Nevertheless I decided not to have any caning as that usually does damage to any healing areas where I’m unsure, but I had plenty of other flat wood and implements in place of the rod so I was not spared!

When I arrived at the hotel at 5.30 pm I texted Pandie (@Pandemonium), one of my roomies, to see when she was arriving to check in and get the keys. I once again in my usual scatty rush excitable fashion, hurriedly read the arrival time in her text message reply as 6pm. It was acutally 8pm! This meant I had a long wait in the lobby with my luggage after being on a plane for 7 hours and then another two in the car. My good friend @loveotk had already checked in so I was able to go into her room and freshen up and relax which really helped. When @Pandemonium and @DragonEmrys arrived we had the biggest group hug, it was great to see them both after the last time in New York in December. Our other roomie @BerthaMason arrived soon afterwards and I hadn’t met her properly before so it was a chance to make another new friend, which I did pretty soon after we met, we all got on so well together.

The first thing we had to do after unpacking and hanging up our party dresses and things that crease easily, was to go along to the registration event. It’s always a good time to meet and greet friends we haven’t seen for up to a year plus make new ones. A lot more people tend to arrive earlier now, on Thursday instead of Friday, so they get another day’s spanking in which is great! After registering and having something to eat I had time to mingle and chat to people. I was actually eating burger and fries a few times there which I never do at home, but with all the energy and carbs, I needed it as I was burning up most days it didn’t make any difference to my figure, in fact I came home lighter than when I went.

The first play that night was in the party suites from 10pm until 1am and I decided to take it easier this time and pace myself. I decided I would only have hand spankings and no wood, perhaps some mild leather. In the last year or so I have warmed (excuse the pun!) to leather a lot more and I like the sensation and afterglow, and it runs close to having a good OTK hand spanking. Like anything though it depends on so many things, from the skill of the spanker to my mindset on the day. I had a good spanking with a party newbie I had met briefly at the New York party in December. I was tired from the flight so when asked if I wanted to go over his knee with him sitting on a chair, or go to the bedroom, I decided on the bedroom so I could lie across his lap and be more comfortable. It was nice and tingly with the sharp slap in the right places to introduce himself to me and I had a big smile on my face, he has a nice manner. After that he was pretty busy I think so apart from a few social chats we didn’t play again, but I was glad to have made acquaintance with his hand. I only had one glass of wine to drink, and anyway I hardly drink at all nowadays, so I was happy but not stupid like last year when I drank far too much.

I ran into a friend from the UK who I once met at a spanking party and was sent to him to be spanked by my, at the time Dom. I had a great session and remembered it well, so when he asked me if I’d like to play in his room I was thrilled to be asked. I know it’s hard for guys to pluck up the courage sometimes to ask to play, but I definitely think it is the Dom’s/Man’s role to do so. I know that isn’t a popular ideology in feminist culture today, but I am the opposite and am very old fashioned and submissive so it does not feel my place to ever ask a man to dance. It’s not because I’m scared of rejection, it is just all wrong and if somebody is not brave enough to ask me then how the hell can I ever look up to them as potentially being in charge of me for our play, or more if we get on well? I admit I did not always say “Yes” to play when I was asked by some men at BBW (and anywhere else), but that is either because we had played before and we had no play connection, or that I was pacing myself and did not know them at all to trust them at such an early stage, or that they kept pestering me about it and I got fed up. I really don’t like it when a man comes up to me and just says “How about it then” or “Do you fancy playing”, when they have not even told me anything about them. It seems crass and makes me feel cheap and not how I would want to be approached in a vanilla setting. It is not a meat market, I have feelings, I am not there to entertain or be available, I like to be asked so that I feel they want to know me too and not just my bottom. But I still have a proviso that even when I am asked nicely, I may just not want to play with someone…just because, just because I don’t want to, sometimes I can’t say why.

Anyway, I had a nice thorough warm up spanking, which was just perfect. He had a flogger and asked me if I wanted to try it. I was put off once when I had a cat of nine tails flogger thing on my back when I was tied to a book rack and I hated it, it was hard and aggressive like I was being punished when I had not done anything and I could not stand it. This time it was gentle and with a few hard ones that made me catch my breath. They were more thuddy and condensed and left a glow and not a raw or flailing bite so it made me laugh and tingle, so I can see the attraction of the flogger now if it is a good one and used sensually too. I loved it on my bottom, it was wonderful like a spanking with a big bean bag! He said he wanted to cane me by the time I went back, but I was trying to stay away from wood (canes really as I had a plaster) and we never got around to it anyway after that as he is pretty popular, and someone I literally have to look up too…which I love, as I can stand on my toes for a hug :)!

I ran into a really nice couple I had met at BBW last year and again in December and I really like them and being around them. Him (the Daddy of the two) always asks me to play, and I will always agree as he is good with me and it’s fun and I feel safe and he makes me laugh. When we go back to his other half afterwards it’s always nice to brat a bit and tease him and have her on my side, I like them both a lot and call them friends and they give great hugs!

After being awake for 24 hours I went to bed with a big smile and less stressed than I had been for ages. Day one was over and I would sleep and get acclimatised to Atlantic City time. I was looking forward to the next day and already loving the company of my roomies and the pile of clothes on the floor! It was like the best teenage sleepovers all over again!

Good Night…. Part 2 coming soon 🙂

bbwbritshat_smallPart Four: Sunday and the sickly child 😦

I woke up Sunday morning around 7 o’clock and got myself ready to meet up with Mr A (as I will call him) downstairs for breakfast at 9am. The fact that I got down there on time before 9am and was cursing to my friend that I’d been stood up when he didn’t show by 9.25, only to read my notes and in true unorganised EB fashion see that he had actually told me to be there at 9.30, didn’t matter. I was just happy to have had such a great Saturday…but I was relieved when he did turn up exactly at 9.30, the proper ‘agreed’ time. (but I didn’t tell him I’d goofed up over the time and cursed about it)! He told me the night before he was taking me to this new hotel called Revel (I think) which has a nice self order style breakfast bar. I was excited about going somewhere new and spending time with him since I was really flattered he knew my ‘work’ a bit so I had to milk this strange fame phenomenon while it lasted!…and, he had kindly invited me too. We took rather the long way round getting there (which I do every time I go out without a Sat Nav system) and I was blown to smithereens by Atlantic wind chills, but it was my own stupid fault for going out dressed like I was on the catwalk and not as if I were climbing Mount Everest with Sir Ranulph Fiennes! When we got there we had a lovely Philly Steak and Cheese breakfast and interesting conversation so it was well worth the hike, and we had the most fantastic laugh about it afterwards. I love situations like this when things never quite go to plan and everyone has to improvise and muck in, and it made it all the more memorable that I was sitting there after the ‘walk’ looking like Lindsay Lohan doing cold turkey in rehab!

We got back to the hotel in time for Coffee and Bagels and this was followed by the Punishment Court. I had no idea what this was all about and didn’t initially plan to attend but the whole concept was so funny and the arguments made by the parties brought before the ‘Judge’ were so passionately made that it made for great entertainment. Well, I guess being spanked in public does have its merits too, until it really hurts of course then (in my case) I’m always grateful for the wonders of waterproof mascara, but I’m glad nobody snitched on me this trip!

I will whizz through the rest of the afternoon because I spent it packing, repacking and going out for final shopping, and along the way drinking a lot…and a lot…and some more lots of coffee everywhere I went. My caffeine intake started at breakfast after the long walk to Revel but I had no water all of the day before and today, just coffee all day. The night before I had drank quite a lot of alcohol too and not gotten much sleep again…so if anyone was keeping score on my total lack of personal care so far then there was already a huge debit balance in my hydration and sleep columns.

The next main event was the Sunset Cruise which I was really looking forward to as a way to have fun with many new friends and acquaintances as some sort of farewell to all of the wonderful times I had had. I got ready early and put on my favourite black lace dress and for the first time I made an effort to try and look more glamorous (by my standards), as I imagined it would be a rather dressy occasion and I needed to look just a bit like a grown up for a change. When I was ready I took the lift downstairs and ran into who I will call Mr B. I didn’t remember the instructions from Dr Lectr on how to get to the meeting point so we walked together. On the way I joked a lot saying he could be my bodyguard or entourage/escort and take me to the right meeting place and I was rather bratty and opinionated towards him I will admit, but I was having such fun looking forward to the trip.

Suddenly my breathing became tight and frantic, I had a shooting pain in my lower back and the whole of my right side felt numb and I told him I needed to sit down. I felt like I was slipping away and was fainting, or worse, I was completely disorientated it was an awful moment I will never forget. He sat me down and went to get me some water. Mr A saw me in a state and also came to help see how I was. Both gentlemen took me to my room but as Mr B was going on the trip he made sure I was OK and Mr A stayed with me and made me an ice pack to put on my back. They made sure I was lying down on my side and gradually I was breathing more slowly and I drank at least 3 large bottles of water quickly so my body must have been completely dehydrated. I had this situation twice before, once in Paris and once in New York and I have not learned my lesson even though both times I was made accountable for them. I had/have a caffeine limit of no more than two espressos (or one Grande in Starbucks) per day and no more than three glasses of wine, and regular bedtime written down, because I have some intolerances that make me very ill when they all come together like this. I REALLY thought I was going to die and after Mr A left me for a while to go and get some Dinner I almost called the emergency Doctor three times. All I did was cry and cry until I had no more left, and I had to raise my pillows so high and try and stay awake because every time my eyes closed I thought I wouldn’t wake up again. I can’t remember being that scared…well yes I can in New York February 2011, same thing. Mr B called in on me after the cruise to see how I was and make sure I had everything I needed, and Mr A was a marvelous comfort throughout. It meant a lot that they looked after me that time as I hardly knew either of them that well and they dragged themselves away to help me. The thing is I am usually very fit and well but I just drunk too much caffeine, didn’t drink any water after walking a lot that day and dancing for hours the night before, should probably have still been finishing the tablets for my previous back strain, and I never ever slept much all week at BBW. I hope I will finally learn I need to look after myself now, I don’t want to go through this again but I just kind of forgot about myself again.

Anyway, back to the party fun..OMG I rambled way too much!!…After a few hours Mr A came back and I said I wanted to pop upstairs to the Suite Party as I felt a bit better and could at least walk slowly again, but still had a minor tweak in my back. He said I should really stay in bed and sleep it off but I am stubborn as I just wanted to say goodbye to people and not miss out on that. So when he left to go to his room I just snuck out and went upstairs in my pyjamas. I got in the lift and totally forgot where I was and it was packed with non BBW party vanilla people! A few people commented on my “nice pyjamas” and laughed so I made a pathetic joke about going to a pyjama party and leaving my robe in the room upstairs 🙂 I looked a mess but had literally got out of bed but it was nice to have some water and a banana upstairs (I needed sugar like a horse!) and to watch the fun people were having, even though my speech was slow and tired and I was still a bit numb. I wanted to be a final part of an amazing experience and was lucky enough to run into some new people who said hello to me that I wanted to meet/say goodbye to so it was worth popping upstairs again.

It’s late now as I write so I will round it up. In the morning I met up with Mr A as coincidentally we were both going back to different countries via Philadelphia at exactly the same time, and he gave me a final mild(ish) spanking in my room. I got home of course, and by now have got some sleep and everything is healing well.

I had such an experience at BBW and to finish off I will just say…

The Good: All the wonderful people I met, smiles, warm hugs, laughter, amazing range of events, spankings, getting what I deserved sometimes, freedom to ‘just be’ without worrying I look out of place or stupid, fantastic organising committee and the attention to detail, safe environment, lovely hotel room, hot tub and pool, help and support when I was ill from Messrs A and B, lush beds…..so much more that I will probably kick myself tomorrow for not mentioning them in these closing Oscar speech credits, but I’m getting tired now but hey…you all know how great it all was and you are 🙂

The Bad: Adolf Hitler’s attitude after his BBW rejection, chips for breakfast/too many calories, BBW isn’t every other week.

The Ugly: Being crocked with a poorly bottom which made it a bit harder to play but didn’t stop my total fun……nothing else because everyone at the party was beautiful.

Thank you everyone for making me so happy!!!! xxx

emma_miaWallace_smallPart Three: Saturday Night blazing bottom fever!

After being subtly sent to bed at 2am this morning and with a plan to lie in and catch up on my sleep a bit, my UK mobile phone went off at 5.30am! I only took it with me to play my music on and thought I had disabled country roaming, but this was a stupid Insurance company spam phone call from the UK at 10.30am UK time and I forgot to mute the ringtone grrrr!! I am awfully scatty like this and I got spanked last year for taking a logged call at stupid o’clock when I should have muted and been sleeping for work the next day, so I didn’t remember and learn from it much I suppose. I found it hard to get back to sleep after that so once again I only got a few hours rest. I showered and washed my hair and went down for an early breakfast as I was really hungry after drinking too much wine and not eating much food the night before, and having had lots of caffeine (which will become significant later). After breakfast I went for a walk to the adjoining Trump hotel where there is a Starbucks, had my usual Grande skinny vanilla latte and did some shopping around there.

I got back to my room and got changed because the next event in the Ballroom was the Uniformed Tops. This is every girl’s dream, a lovely bunch of men being awfully good sports to dress up as everything from Cowboys to Firemen and Judges, and I so adore a man in a suit anyway :). The idea is that the guys stand on stage and for the girls to run up and choose one of them, who would then take them to a curtained cubicle for a spanking. When this is carried out (to my utter glee!) we return to the stage area together with our spanker, and we then have to pick out our next uniformed spanker. When I saw this event advertised on Fetlife initially I had no intention of joining in, OMG no way!!…because although the guys were under orders not to refuse any of the ladies who chose them I have never in my life asked a man to spank me, I really am that old fashioned and shy that it is not in my nature to. I am always afraid of rejection and causing embarrassment too if someone doesn’t like me and I have a fragile confidence in myself sometimes, even though outwardly I do my best to live up to being ‘Emma Bishop’ in public. I still believe it should be up to a man to just tell me, however direct or subtly signaled that is, and it is my place to wait to be asked/told I’m getting spanked. However, having got to know a few of the lovely parade of men and seeing them standing there and guessing I would be safe if I chose them again, I joined the rank of girls in the audience and the ensuing stampede as it began! Without naming any names or even the uniforms I played with, by the time it had finished I was spanked by 14 different guys, which according to Mike Tanner the organiser/host was some sort of new record, even though it is not a competition and nobody was competing like that. I had no plans to break any ‘record’ but just to have fun and do something I dreamed of doing, and I was on such an adrenalin rush once it started that it felt like I was doing usual high energy cardio workout, but as I knew I was getting close to last year’s total of 12 I ran around even faster. It did mean I had to cut short some spanking with some lovely men I could easily have chained myself too and stayed up all night being spanked by lol!!…but it was also nice to be given the chance to meet so many wonderful hands. If I ever go in for this again I will probably choose my personal victims, and not spin myself around and close my eyes before choosing so that it’s fair to everyone and I don’t make anyone feel I’m leaving them out. I kicked myself afterwards that I didn’t pick a few ‘Unies’ I really wanted to be spanked by over the whole weekend and would never have dreamed to ask, but I am grateful for every second spent with the 14 good sports who played with me. I imagine some of the men had their own favourite girls they wanted to spank too, and were probably relieved I didn’t choose them but you can’t win them all as they say 🙂

After this event my bottom was getting very sore and was bright red and becoming a little bruised. After all being spanked by 14 guys at differing levels, but pretty much all of them ending up with a rousing finale, had to take some kind of toll. This added to everything I had taken so far in the week plus my worsening wound which I neglected to point out to most of the spankers during the play, because I was so high on the excitement I just went numb and forgot about it. I went back to my room and had a relaxing shower and put tons of Aveeno cream and more antibiotic lotion to my painful injury which was badly swollen up and hard and absolutely killed me to sit down on. I tried a hot water compress for 15 minutes, an idea which was recommended to me by a lovely lady, but the water in my room wasn’t hot enough so all it did was to make my bottom more raw and sore all over. I ended up plastering it over again and got dressed and went back to Starbucks for some lunch and out on the Boardwalk for another long walk.

Later in the afternoon was the ‘Meet the Brits’ event and I had already worked out my outfit in suitable Union Flag colours. I took along some Terry’s Chocolate Orange’s from the UK as they are my favourites. I always insisted on one in my Christmas stocking growing up and have kept up the tradition to date, badgering boyfriends and partners that if they buy me nothing else for Christmas, please Santa… just make it a Chocolate Orange for me?…so lush :)! I was proud to be given a Union Jack lanyard from Richard who wonderfully hosted the event and got everyone mingling. I already knew a lot of the people by now but it was a chance to talk more about coming from England to my first US spanking party, There was some play going on in the bedrooms and I did get asked to play and would so have loved to have been a guinea pig for a caning, but I politely declined and stood up as much as I could because I was really suffering behind my smiles at being a Brit in this wonderland. Despite all this I saw Mike Tanner wandering around with a lickin’ stick and told the person I was talking to (can’t remember who it was) that I had heard about this but never tried it and wondered what it felt like. Before I knew it Mike had been told and I found myself over the bed for a ‘Welcome to America’ three swats (or at least I think it was three). Thankfully they were on my sit spot which although very painful already from all the spanking was better than having anything on my plastered boil, so I am grateful to Mr Tanner for being such a expert placer on this occasion! I did know I was in America though and although it was given in fun, in my mind it was what I deserved for once again going crazy with pacing myself on the day.

Saturday was the busiest and most amazing day of the entire weekend and there was no let up to the events and fun. I did think of applying for Miss Miranda and Missy’s Girls School on the very first day it was announced but I decided that as I had already been to an adult girls boarding school, day schools in the UK and a lot in my films, I would not take up a place someone else may want to have as their first experience. I will definitely like to apply next time though because Finishing School is where I am up to next in my education timeline and to go to one in the US would be amazing!

In the evening was the big event, a Hollywood Theme night party where we all had the chance to glam up or dress in Fancy Dress. My vanilla friends know I’m a big Tarantino Fan so I chose the character of Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, played by Uma Thurman in the film. I watched the film a few times more before I came to the US and got as far as learning some of the dance moves and her walk (when I remembered) but decided to wuss out of working on her US accent and mannerisms. After all it was a party, not work as a trainee method actress, and I wanted to be myself dressed as her and not to impersonate her too much, so I just worked off of what I remembered, because by now I was tired and relaxed anyway so I just needed to drink and have social fun. I didn’t get spanked at all at the party though as I was having so much social fun in character and making some wonderful new friends just talking at the tables and on the dance floor. The entertainment was amazing. Some hilarious films compiled by Jules, Mike and the team finishing with a wonderful Adolf Hitler BBW party rejection dubbed film, beautifully interwoven with some great acting by the team. There was a live ‘Dear Fetlife’ rehearsed comedy reading where a lot of the typical online personality traits we can perhaps all relate to at some time were parodied, with an underlying serious message to people or persons out there who had attempted to disrupt the team’s events and close knit group. Everyone was totally brilliant and having done a bit of Improvisation and stage work myself I know how daunting it is to stand up in front of your friends and peers and perform on cue and in character, and the timing was perfect. Jules is an absolute talented star and how she managed to weave so many emotional and often disturbed ‘people’ into one skit was awesome! I danced a lot at the party and I love dancing but haven’t been to a night club for at least three years since I moved, so it was good to get back on the floor as Mia Wallace and lose some of the big breakfasts and huge food portions I’d been offered up at the hotel.

After the party I had a very mild spanking from a friend in his room, and I went up to my room and got changed again into my school uniform with my red tartan plaid skirt. I don’t exactly know what I was thinking of and why I wanted to go up to the party suite dressed ready to play when my bottom was already touch tender, but it was in my original plan and I wanted to try to wear everything I had taken the trouble to cram into my suitcase! When I got there I gingerly sat down and watched most of the time, but did sample a piece of magic (so to speak) and have a ‘gentle’ spanking which lasted all of 10 feather touch spanks. I got chatting to another guest who was the one who had seen my films (an actual fan! Wowee, I knew there was one somewhere!). He kindly invited me to join him for breakfast the next morning. I was very tired and extremely sore like I’ve never been in a long while so I left the suite party early and went to bed quite soon afterwards. Saturday was the most perfect day, so much variety and I will never forget how wonderful everyone looked and the efforts made to make me feel so welcome, I felt like a Princess all day and this was an absolute ball!!.

To be continued…(final part coming up next)

emma_bbwschool2smallPart Two: Friday, the party begins and my night ends here

Friday morning and I woke up reasonably early and went down to breakfast. At home I usually have cereal and banana, but whilst I was here most days I had two eggs, bacon and chips, although I only ate half of the bacon and chips as there was always way too much. I had to get up earlyish anyway because ‘ThatGirl’ (another party goer who is a trained masseuse) was calling to give me a massage. I’d never ever had one before and was not sure what to do but she got me to lie down on my tummy and try to relax as she worked on my shoulders. It was wonderful just being pampered and initially I was talking a lot with excitement about the party so far, but after a while she actually got to me relax! Yes I relaxed…OMG a rare situation! I wasn’t looking over my shoulder for the next thing to do or wondering what people really think of me or what to say next or anything, but just letting the world go by. I am so grateful for her support and her kind words and friendship made a difference to the rest of my party experience.

Afterwards, I had the most wonderful shower, got changed and decided to go out and explore. I soon found out the Boardwalk is pretty windy and that I wasn’t actually on holiday anywhere warmer than England. I had thought it would be sunny and warm, and because I was able to swan around bare legged in the hotel I thought it would be similarly warm outside. Totally wrong…once I got outside my legs were freezing but rather than go back to hotel I braved it down to the Trump Plaza hotel to dive into Starbucks for shelter and warm myself up. I also went shopping across the road and hit Victoria’s Secret (which I always do when I’m in the US) and topped up my knickers and bras collection, plus I bought a wooly hat and thick scarf to wear on the long walk back to the hotel because I was that cold! When I got back to my room mid afternoon I had a couple of dance card spank dates booked from the day before so I had fun in my room but just hand spanking again, although I did risk a few with the wooden paddle on my good side. My bottom was doing alright because I had brought some great gel plasters, so at least I could enjoy things and the massage cheered me up and gave me confidence.

I took that feeling into the evening as it was the Vendor’s Fair event. This was great; there were stands from sellers in the US and a few UK suppliers, generally selling implements and videos. I got to meet some of the well known US spanking stars on their stands and have some good chats, as well as speaking to some of the people I had already got to known and/or played with. To help the sales, two teams of girls were set up by Mike Tanner and we had to go around for 15 minutes and try and sell as much as we could on behalf of the sellers we were representing. The winners got a bottle of soothing lotion each and the losers got spanked on stage. This was so much fun and I tried everything to woo people to buy London Tanners and Punished Brats merchandise, and even though I was encouragingly scolded for talking too much and having fun when I should have been selling, my team mates did enough selling so our team won. I even tried a very unsubtle and very blondly thought through ploy of telling prospective buyers I would be spanked if they didn’t help save me from a spanking and buy something, but their usual answer was “That’s great, I’d pay to watch that but I’m not buying anything”! I even let people try the paddles out as I bent over (totally forgetting about my ailing bottom cheek) but nobody came to my rescue would you believe?! It was a great lot of fun though and nice when our team had won…well, maybe not because I was secretly hoping to be spanked on stage!
During the event I met one gentleman who said he knew who I was and described my films and seemed pleased to have met me, like he was a fan of my work…pretty amazing in my book!! I am really shy and embarrassed whenever this happens because although I’m ‘Emma Bishop’ I have never seen myself as a spanking star or ‘celeb’ as one person once called me, and as much as I may grin from ear to ear I am also hoping the person likes me as a person too. I did get spanked by five lovely guests at the Vendor’s Fair though and I didn’t even have to get my coconuts out to persuade them!! (hmmm maybe that’s just my silly attempt at humour and a British joke?…we have a game with coconut shy’s at our fairgrounds [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_shy]). I’m not sure if this is a universal name for this game… but most other girls will at least have coconuts too! hee hee!

Straight after the Vendor’s Fair was another suite party upstairs. I was feeling really tired by now, I had not followed my plans to get any meaningful sleep and the last time I had slept for more than four hours was the previous Monday night (it was now Friday). I drank quite a lot of wine at the Vendor’s Fair and was high on everything, not least that I was having a glorious time and had totally disregarded my original plan to be sensible and pace myself so I could enjoy every day uniquely. Another gentleman I met earlier at the Vendor’s party when he kindly offered to buy me a drink was there, and we had a lovely chat about the scene, our preferences in it, how I balance my spanking identity with my other life and what my plans were for the rest of the evening. After that I played with {checks my dance card again} four people and had more OTK spankings, but it was all mild really great party play, exactly what I love and wanted in my condition and it was nice to have so many different experiences and make these new friends. It was getting close to 2am by now and I was already feeling washed out but determined to try and stay up later so I didn’t miss a thing. My head told me I was wide awake and fine but my body was already beginning to suffer days of self neglect and a terrible diet. This same gentleman asked me if I wanted to play in his room privately. I think he had noticed me going rather off the rails and agreeing to play with anybody who asked me, and by my own admission to him I had been very reckless and really needed to go to bed. I agreed I deserved to be spanked properly though and that was to happen when I went to his room.

When we got to his room he told me to go and stand in the corner with my nose against the wall and he slowly and quietly told me off for not looking after myself. He said I was ‘Emma Bishop’ and was all the wonderful things in real life he had heard about me, all good things, and that I have done great work before but now I was letting myself down. As he talked I started crying and tears ran down my face and I had nothing to give and couldn’t stop it. This was someone I hardly knew but I knew somehow he was right and he managed to get to me, talking about ‘her’, who I came to be as a model. Finally he told me to turn around and go over his knee. I won’t describe my spanking because this whole episode in my blog is already way too long but I had a very sound spanking that made me cry all the way though and when I got up my bottom really was bright red and on fire to the touch. After more corner time to compose myself he told me I should ask to come out of the corner when I had an answer to the question of what I was going to do now. My answer was “I’m going to bed now, I am tired and I care about Emma Bishop being fit for a big day tomorrow”. “That’s a good answer Emma” he replied. I was so grateful this stranger helped me, and although we only met briefly after that (I’ve no idea why or how that was, it just worked out that way), I proved to myself and to him that night that this lifestyle is never a game to me. It may be a party but this is my usual reality.

…to be continued…(two more parts)

Note: I prefer not to name names of anyone I played with, but it’s fine if they want to mention me. I was new at this party and prefer to be discreet until I know people well enough socially to know they would be comfortable with my describing how it was from my side, I never make assumptions.

emma_brits2Part One: Backstory to BBW and the Early days (Wednesday to Thursday)

I had the most wonderful time in Atlantic City over the weekend, and this is the hardest blog post I have had to write as there were so many good things that opened my eyes tinged with moments of regret and angst at having to dumb myself down. Anyone who knows me will know I fly around at 100mph and the word ‘relax’ is not in my vocabulary. I have never found it easy to do because I’m always looking for the next challenge or personal goal to fulfil and I once decided that if I were ever going to die it would be having a good time and dying through exhaustion and hyper activeness, and not from relaxing too long having an easy life. I ignore people who tell me to take it easy and look after myself more and I have been punished and spanked before for burning myself out, so one day I will either actually listen to somebody or….well anyway….

I arrived in Atlantic City last Wednesday and although the early meet and greet was the following evening I wanted to settle into my hotel room early, have a peaceful night and be fresh the next day. That was the plan, and that should have been a rule I enforced for myself but as I am currently Daddy, Mentor, or Guardian-less and was at BBW on my own…I sort of forgot. My build up to the event started months ago when I first registered, but before I go on to describe my fun times at the party I will mention what happened the previous two weeks before I arrived, which in some ways were and still are significant in how they affected my emotional and physical state.

I was doing some late night exercise tone up my tummy on Wednesday 10th April before bed and pulled a muscle in my back twisting side to side, doing similar exercises I do most every day and have for years. I could hardly move the next day and was put on pain killers for two weeks which I should have still been taking through the Boardwalk Badness Event under Doctor’s orders. However after a few days it was easier so I stopped taking the tablets and threw them away so I wouldn’t have to take them to the US (and could drink and have fun!). I was so pleased to have recovered (in my mind) on the 15th, just in time for my flight out on the Wednesday 17th. However, disaster struck again though that day when I had a horrid pimple on my bottom which felt like a bruise and made sitting down uncomfortable. I have no idea how or why I got it or where from, maybe an unclean cane or something or a toilet seat but something was trying to ruin my trip and tell me not to go to the party at all. I was mortified and in tears and although I had it squeezed it was very sore and I had to use cushioned plasters and hope it healed so I could at least have some play for some of the party. I tried to put it out my mind and got packed and ready to get the coach to London and fly out to Philadelphia.

I arrived in Philadelphia two hours later than scheduled as the flight was delayed, and I was met by a US friend I made online who offered to chaperone me and collect me in his car. On the way to the hotel he kindly stopped off at a Pharmacy so I could get some antibiotic gel that was recommended by the Pharmacist at the UK airport for my poorly bottom, which had by now turned into a cyst before I took off. We had a nice meal together and went to the hotel, where I had an immediate welcome spanking and introduction to US leather straps and paddles. He was careful to apply them to the side of my bottom which was OK, but I felt brave after a drink and once the antibiotic cream worked so I asked him to give me a few hard as normal anywhere on my bottom as if I weren’t injured. I hate feeling like a wuss and hoped I could just carry on playing as normal with a gel plaster on. It was so great to have arrived and I was grateful of any kind of stress relieving spanking, having stressed about the delayed flight too. After having a freshen-up we went down to the bar to meet the team and other early revelers who had arrived. It was a chance to meet Richard Windsor and Mike Stein from the organising team and their network as well as catching up with Pandora Blake a familiar UK face. As I said, I originally planned an early night but after the bar we were invited up to a suite for more drinks and chat and it was fantastic to share anecdotes with the US spankos and find out what was in store at the party. I went to bed some time around 4am (I think) but with a smile and feeling already very welcomed across the pond!

Thursday Morning arrived and there was a breakfast brunch meeting laid on for 11am. In my usual ‘Trouble with Emma’ style I had set my clock for 9am to get up early and shower, only to find I woke up at 10.45 to see I had set it for 9pm! So, I had 15 minutes to get dressed and get downstairs as there was a veiled threat that if I wasn’t out of bed one of the ‘Tops’ might be sent up to persuade me to get out of bed! Anyway I snuck in at 11.10 and got to meet the entire organising team and get to know the names and faces of the wonderful people who I would soon be adding to my friends list. After that my chaperone friend took me to the Metro PCS shop to get my US mobile phone set up again so I could make local calls to my friends in the US and hook up with any new ones, as well as phoning home. Next up was some time to chill in my room and unpack properly before Richard Windsor’s hot tub pool party. This was wonderful as I had the first chance this year to wear my swimsuit for the first time in ages and the pool area was so warm so it felt like I really was on holiday. The hot tub was wonderfully warm and the chlorine in the water helped to soothe my bottom which had swollen up badly from my recklessness the day before but I had a glow and it was so worth it at the time 🙂 As people started arriving by now I was so relaxed as I had already been there almost a day that I found it easy to mix and discuss possible dance card dates. I dunked myself in the hot tub to wet my hair and it always goes naturally curly and I look a mess (although some want me to stay curly forever), but in this environment who cares what I look like, it’s about being yourself and letting out and letting go. I found that out a lot more as the party fever set in. I hadn’t planned on talking myself into another spanking and had put off one or two people as I was conscious of my weak bottom, but I was reminded of a promise I had made online weeks before and an incident where I had misbehaved. So, I was to keep my semi wet swimming costume on underneath my clothes as I left the pool and report back to my room with him. My bottom felt fine with the warm water healing it, or so I thought, and after a lecture I was very soundly spanked across the knee of this kindly caring friend who had been looking out for me online for a while. It stung more over my swimsuit, but as I was feeling damp and uncomfortable in it I took it off completely and had the hardest and fastest part of the finale in the nude on my bare bottom with no holds barred. I was feeling I had let myself down and it was reminded to me and I cried my eyes out throughout and was glad he didn’t stop because I needed to know that when I act like this I get what I richly deserve. I can only let myself go like this with few people I trust or have immediate chemistry with that make me feel in the right place emotionally, and I was conditioned to be able to give up my submission and the fight in me through years of close personal mentoring and discipline. I can’t explain how or why or when it happens like this but when it does and I know I need and deserve it, it is the single best benefit I can get out of any of this that is non sexual…hmmm well yes sometimes it is too when I stop crying and in the right situation 🙂 But was a special spanking I needed from a special friend who I know meant it because he cares about me and my feeling good about myself and not putting myself down.

That evening there was early registration at 8pm and I went down to eat early and met up with the lovely Marie and her friends who I joined for dinner. We had chatted online a little before and as I had set up to have a massage from her the next day it was good to meet and chat. I had never in my life had a massage before so was looking forward to a new experience. I went and collected my own registration badge and quickly recognised a lot of the people arriving, including fellow Brits I was already friends with socially and working together in films. I was introduced to many other wonderful personalities from Fetlife and tried to remember the names, but in the absence of that the smiles sufficed 🙂 Later in the evening there were suite parties and I found myself playing with virtually everybody who asked me as I was so glad to be there and high on too much alcohol already and to find such welcoming people who seemed glad I was there too. I noticed sometime during the playtime that my broken bottom was hardening up underneath the plaster because try hard as everyone did to avoid it, I sometimes asked people to ignore it because I just wanted to belong fully and be spanked properly without feeling like I had to have concessions and allowances made. After all I was ‘Emma Bishop’ the toughie Brit Brat, this can’t be happening to me, I am never injured or wearing plasters to play! The reality is all that I was making things worse and later in the week I would find out more….

to be continued ……