I got up after only a few hours of sleep. My head was pounding. The room only had coffee and no tea so I headed down to the casino in search of some. I headed over to Seattle Best's coffee shop for chai tea latte. Yum! I got my tea and saw Rad sitting at one of the tables. I had chatted with him over coffee/tea the day before as well (while the naughty boy party was going on). Rad is a really interesting fellow to talk to so I was pleased to see him there again. We chatted for a while about all sorts of subjects and then headed in separate directions.
I went to gamble for a while. I'm not a huge gambler so you won't find me at the tables. I like the machines that I can play on for a while with a minimum expenditure of cash and lots of bonus games and sparkly lights. I figure if I can get an hour or two (or more) out of $20 then I've gotten my entertainment value out of it. Eventually I bumped into some more Shadowlane people and chatted. My head was still pounding - probably a combination of lots of excitement, lack of sleep, dehydration, and not eating regularly. I swear at these things I'm just usually not all that hungry. On the subject of dehydration I'll note that Las Vegas is really dry. I kept losing my voice. While I WAS drinking some water and a little bit of Diet Mountain Dew, I wasn't drinking nearly enough. I kept losing my voice from it being so dry which was really weird and annoying. Part of why I wasn't drinking a lot was just because it was spanking party and who wants to have to pee every 30 seconds, especially when you periodically have a nice gentleman's legs putting pressure on your bladder area. Definitely I should have been drinking more though. I decided to go find a sandwich.
After I got my sandwich, which was really bland (ick), I saw another gentleman ordering who I recognized from one of the suite parties but have never talked to. He has a bit of a physical handicap and I was wondering if he'd be able to manage with his tray all right. I was debating offering assistance, but was worried it would be considered presumptuous and so didn't. So, then I felt really badly when he had trouble with the tray and some stuff fell. Another gentleman got there to help before I could. I felt sad I hadn't initially offered, though. I was a bit annoyed with the staff as well as I think THEY should have offered to carry his tray to a table. I just hope he wasn't embarrassed by it. Okay, so I'm tenderhearted. Spank me!
I decided to take the other half of my sandwich up to my room and put it in the fridge. I had no idea what I was going to do that night or where any parties were going to be or who was still there. I was having nightmare visions of ending up in some unsuspecting vanilla's room in error or going to a party to be told "you were only welcome while your friend is here, now you're not, get out!" Of course I know this is irrational thinking, but it creeps in anyhow. It'd have been easy for me to just hide in my room, but instead I headed to Dave's CP Court which is always entertaining. The last one I saw in Florida, the bottoms mostly won which sort of ends up sucking from an entertainment standpoint. This time there were a lot of bottoms winning their cases too (mainly because of completely horrible representation by the Tops.) They should be ashamed! Cases that should have been slam-dunk wins with only minimal effort were lost. The spanking ended up being all F/F or F/M, oh well, a bit of a let down to me who totally prefers M/F. It was fun watching anyhow.
Everyone wandered away after that. I headed back down to the casino and gambled some more and just wandered around occasionally chatting with people and eventually headed back to my room to change and shower and stuff for the evening. I was going to have my other 1/2 of my sandwich but ended up not eating it. I headed back downstairs and wandered around some more. Eventually I ran into JSpanks and JP and hung out with them for a while. They offered to escort me up to one of the parties cuz I was feeling too chicken to go on my own. I know, pathetic. Everyone was headed out for dinner though so not much was going on. So we hung out for a while and hit the party later. I walked in to see Sophie getting caned by 3 people taking turns (Danny Chrighton, Headmaster Tony and another guy). Eeek. Well better her bum than mine. I admit it, I'm still scared of canes. I wasn't sure if I'd be playing or not. My butt hurt and was bruised and I was sort of worried about making it worse. I turned down a few offers and made arrangements to play again on Monday with JSpanks.
I chatted with Erica and she was in fine form. Sophie urged her to flick Danny with water and so she did. I've never seen someone pulled off a chair so fast! Over the couch she went and soon the skirt was gone as well. Eventually Danny started using a cane on her that broke with every strike. Five times the cane broke. The pieces of the cane were flying everywhere! Frankly, I was afraid for my life! Ha ha. The moment the cane broke the first time you could totally see the glee in Erica as she did the "Yes!" hand-pump and she got even more gleeful with each subsequent break of the cane. It was quite a sight to see. Again, better her butt than mine. I've read about these type of stories on her blog, but to see one of these things happen was quite the thing! Soon she was gathering the pieces of the cane and snapping photos so she could post them.
I wandered over to the kitchen area to find something to drink and got to chatting with two fellows, one a fellow Canadian albeit from the wrong coast. After chatting for a while one of the guys, D (the non-Canadian), asked me to play. He seemed nice enough, so what the heck, I decided to. I did warn him I was all bruised though. There weren't any spots available in the suite for spanking (and no way was I doing it in the main room) so we headed to his room. He's more of a role player whereas I feel totally stupid trying to act so I was just my naturally charming sweet self. Somehow he got the idea that *I* was cheeky. Tops get the strangest notions sometime. I blamed the bad influence of D and S and honestly, because he's met them he couldn't argue that!
At one point, when I was helpfully letting him know that it HURT, he got up to get his copy of Cassandra Parks' book "It's SUPPOSED to hurt!" which he shoved in my face. Ha ha. Very funny. Don't think I won't forget that! As we neared the end he got the stupid toppy notion of counting the last swats. It makes me wonder how many Tops have trouble counting that they are constantly needing lessons. I may have grumbled a few polite things about the idea of counting. Lucky for me, he may have been hard of hearing and bought what I told him when he asked me to repeat what I had said!
After the spanking was over he had the nerve to whine about his sore red hand. Hello? I have bruised butt. Not much sympathy going to happen on this side of the fence! So, I gleefully brought up the book again, "'It's SUPPOSED to hurt!'," YOU made a big point of pointing that out! So suck it up buttercup!". I got to admit, I felt pretty gleeful. His hand WAS red too. So I grinned and sassed all the way back up to the party. It was a lot of fun.
I didn't play any more that night, just chatted. Once the one party died down I headed to another one with moonchild who I had talked with quite a bit at various parties throughout the weekend. She's super nice and delightful lady and she wasn't ready to head to bed yet either. So we wandered over to one of the other parties. At that moment it was almost all guys watching just a few girls play spanking blackjack. I'm not much of a games girl and it was a bit too gawky for my tastes. Everyone was nice to me though. People immediately introduced themselves and I got asked to play and asked if I wanted to participate in the blackjack. Definitely not for me, but I'm sure all who were playing were having fun.
Feeling tired and restless, but still not really wanting to go to bed, we headed back down to the casino. At the bar were a bunch of Shadowlane people so we joined up with them. I was really starting to get tired and when I'm tired I'm less tolerant of people I find irritating. So, when one fellow came up and started talking with moonchild and JerseyJohn I sort of turned my back on them and bit my tongue every time I heard the guy saying something stupid and refrained from making comments. It was hard because he had really gotten on my nerves. People were trying to make him understand the real world and how to interact with people in a nice way, but of course he knew better. *rolls eyes* Later on I started to worry that JerseyJohn might have thought I was turning my back on him. I hoped I would see him again so I could set the record straight as he's a very sweet man and I didn't want him thinking I was snubbing him for some reason.
Finally a wave of tiredness rolled over me. I knew it wouldn't last long and I needed to get to bed while it was hitting me or I'd be wide awake again soon. I headed off to bed and managed to get a couple of hours of sleep.
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