Jennifer Brooks is Retiring

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

A cathartic CP session

I had my first cathartic CP session with D this weekend at the conference.

It started off a bit strange. The conference is held at a large hotel. Attendance has grown so much that we have managed to take over most of the rooms. The conference parties used to be held at APEX, but last year they started to hold them in a ball room due to serious lack of space (I used to pack a set of chopsticks and not much else to play at a SWLC party).

Now, I wanted to cane D. I was all dressed up to cane D with my long black skirt and my blouse with the buttons in the back and the lace panel in the front. We were towards the head of the line waiting for the room to open so we could get a space. As it was we barely snagged the last St. Andrew's cross. As we were setting up we were informed that we were at a singletail only station.

So it was singletails or wait until 1 AM for the crowd to clear up. I had thrown my whip in my bag on a whim, so I decided it was going to be a singletail scene, costuming and prior verbal threats notwithstanding.

Now D has a love/hate relationship with singletails. Basically it is the only toy I own that completely bypasses his leather behind. Using one on him is rather like spanking a virgin derriere with a hairbrush.

So I warmed him up, then started with lighter singletail strokes and worked up to moderate ones, then checked on him. To my surprise the man was sobbing. I asked him how he was doing and he smiled through his tears, managed to look fullfilled and sore at the same time, and stated he was in a very good place.

He has been wanting this a long, long time. Now perhaps he would have chosen a more domestic implement than a singletail had this played out according to fantasy. But no matter. It was clear he wanted to cry and be in that space, so I kept at it for quite a while. Then I gave him a long, long hug as he melted into me like a little kitten. We hugged and touched all the way home and I rocked him to sleep. D has a little boy persona that comes out in a very subtle way. No coloring books or toys strewn about--just a vulnerable sweetness that makes me want to cradle him.

I am not sure I would have chosen several months of unemployment, money issues, and an overcrowded BDSM party as a means to get him to this point. But, however it happened, it was good to finally get him to a place he and I really needed to go.

Southwest Leather Conference

To those who are interested/attended the conference with me--I posted again today about it on my other blog.

The harebrained Superbowl bet

I am a long suffering Arizona Cardinals....well fan does not quite describe it. OK, just an Arizonan long suffering through the Cardinals. They arrived when I was 14 along with some obnoxious neighbors who worked with them. The team and I did not get off on the right foot. The fact that they could not win anything did not help their case. The fact that the neighbors acted like they were better than the Arizonans they came to bless with their team just rubbed salt in the wound.

So I disregarded them for 21 years.

And they haul off and win the NFC championship.

Yeah, I got a little excited. I drove down the street near the stadium where the game was played honking my horn.

The same day the Baltimore Ravens were going after the AFC championship so I made a bet with a friend from Baltimore regarding who would win the Superbowl. The Ravens lost their game, but this fellow was undaunted.

So now my behind is on the line, dear readers. As is his. Heck, I don't have enough money to bet on a darned game so I had to resort to hide. Caning, figging--and I won't mention the third thing.

My neighbor had the temerity to wear his Philly Steelers Superbowl XXX shirt and flaunt it in front of us this last weekend.

As I recall they *lost*. Here. In AZ.

Go Cards.

I am going to bury that darned shirt in the yard Feb. 2

EDIT: The *Pittsburgh* Steelers. Dammit.

Still burying that shirt in the yard.

Wednesday, are you nuts??

Yeah, I created another blog. After not posting on this one for 3 months. After getting kicked off of at least one blog list for not posting for 3 months.

Yes, spanking is my first love. If I stay out of the blue funk that nailed me in October I will post about spanking a bit more often than once every three months.

But there is the other stuff. Yeah, that stuff.

Stuff like what I posted a few days ago when I came back online after three months. The spanking community and the BDSM community intersect--sorta. Since I have one foot in each I understand the sorta quite well. Spanking enthusiasts have a passionate culture of their own that I fit into very well--until my latent ADHD takes over and I see a nice shiny hook. Or a staple gun. Or whatever.

D, my long suffering and devoted partner, is a hard core, dyed in the wool spanking enthusiast. I ain't going anywhere. I am chewing at the bit to get to my next Shadowlane party.

So if I go off the deep end and go to body piercer school (I might), or discover new uses for a power stapler, well, I won't post it here.

If you wanna see that stuff, go to "The Islander." And if you like it, introduce yourself there too, please.

So, now back to spanking content--like, say, that harebrained Superbowl bet I made. Yikes!

I just don't want to squick any of my new friends out.

I moderated those comments that you all made months ago

Sorry folks!!

A technical glitch

I am no longer on the SL board. Nope--has nothing to do with SL. Has everything to do with money.

Still trying to find D a job.

I will get back on the board as soon as feasible. No March party for me either. Hopefully we do make it to Labor Day. Dunno with the way the economy is going though....

Thank you to everyone who has e-mailed me over the last few months.