Spankings, Irish-style

Of all the times to lose one’s voice, the middle of dinner prior to the evening’s play at a weekend spanking party is probably not the best. Rather than navigating my way through scenes by sign language, I therefore packed myself off to bed – thus missing out on perhaps the liveliest part of the Shamrock Spanking Society’s fabulous gathering.

That said, and despite feeling increasingly ill – early-onset man flu is a serious condition, you know – I had a lovely time in Ireland over the weekend with the most wonderfully welcoming crowd across. I don’t think one could ask for a nicer crowd, or a more spectacular venue for an event of this nature.

A few highlights for me, aside from simply spending time with fabulous friends…

First, on Saturday afternoon, emerging from the bathroom in our hotel room to find Haron bent over the table in her underwear, reading the history of the building. “I see you are already in position,” I observed. “Six strokes of the riding crop, young lady.” Taken bravely, before we collapsed onto the four-poster bed. Sometimes silly, spotaneous scenes are the most fun…

Next, to very early hours of Sunday morning. I’d been upstairs for hours by then, dozing fitfully between bouts of coughing. Emma Jane came back from the party after playing, snuggling up for cuddles. Consider the scene: a gentleman wakes from his sleep to find his girl returning to his side. She confesses to having been thrashed, and curls up gingerly next to him. He holds his whipped girl tight, comforting her until they both fall asleep. (I’m sure if I’d worked something like this into a scene plot, he’d have been outraged at her for having ended up in trouble, and would have added to her punishment. But somehow cuddling close – forgiving, caring – was far, far more lovely).

On Sunday morning… seeing Cath’s marks from the previous night’s play, feeling her wince as I helpfully smacked them, and then remembering that I’d offered to help break in the leather on the XH tawse that we’d given Emma last Christmas. The tawse plan had envisaged me using some of my rather good leather softening cream, but somehow applying six of the very best over a set of vivid stripes seemed like a far better plan!

And then a fun school scene later on Sunday morning, with Cath and Emma Jane in the punishment line-up alongside Sarah and Bandree. Oh, how wonderful they all looked in their school uniforms! Away for an inter-school debating competition, they’d run amok in the hotel the night before – fuelled by alcohol purchased thanks to forged IDs.

HH and Masterretep were the headmasters of two of the girls; I was the representative of the national education authority. And the three of us – ably helped by damning testimony from Haron as the hotel manager – were in unforgiving mood. The young ladies were brought forward one by one to be dealt with for their misbehaviour, with sound hand spankings all round. Next, punishment in turn for their misconduct, before a whacking for their defiant attitude completed the thrashings. A lovely scene, with fabulous and trusted play partners.

After that, an afternoon sitting in the hotel bar, with the loveliest group of friends – totally relaxed, other than knowing that the weekend was about to end.

I really do wish I’d been feeling better, and hence able to join in more of the fun – especially on the Saturday night. But I genuinely loved the weekend: the organisers did a truly fabulous job in arranging the event and in making everyone feel so welcome, and to them, my most heartfelt thanks.