Sacramento, Part 1: Forgetfulness, Tazing, and Good Friends

Last weekend I attended the wedding of Heather Feather and her (now) husband, Travis, in Sacramento, CA. Malignus officiated the event, and it was truly one of the sweetest weddings I've attended. They're a lovely couple, and I'm so glad I got to be there for such a special day in their lives.

The plan was to fly into California and spend the day with my darling Beth Eisley before meeting Malignus with a rental car and driving to Sacramento. I was to leave for the airport at 4:15am to make a 5:45am flight, but instead I woke up to my puppy whining at me at 4:37am. I grabbed my suitcase, threw on some clothes, and ran out the door to the airport. I checked in with one minute to spare, and as I passed through security, I reached for my phone to let YS know I'd made it. To my dismay, my phone was nowhere to be found, and I came to the horrifying conclusion that I'd be flying across the country by myself without a way to get in touch with anyone. [Insert panic attack]. Thankfully, I remembered YS's number, called him from a payphone, and he relayed the message to Beth once I'd arrived in California. To make matters worse, I left my wallet by the payphone. It was graciously returned to me, but it hardly replaced the sinking feeling of failure that was invading my trip.

Seeing Beth hop out of her car as I left the airport was the most beautiful sight, and I instantly felt better the closer I got to her! I'd showered in the airport, and I put on a bit of makeup as she drove us to lunch, where we caught up. Then we went shopping for close to 7 hours! We visited a cute little candy shop and sampled the sweets until we were sick of them and bought matching bunny panties and shoes with kitties on them. Beth also suggested we get me a $15 disposable phone for the weekend because she's brilliant and saves the day!

From left to right: saves the day, kittyface shoes, bunny panties, and candy!

Malignus' flight kept getting delayed, so it was dark by the time we picked him up. Beth drove us to the car rental site where we said our goodbyes. I promised YS we'd send him pictures of the two of us being cute together, so I asked Malignus to take a photo while Beth and I kissed. Also, we're bunnies.

Bunnies!

From there, Malignus and I got in our rental car and hit the road. It was sooooo good to see him again. I'd missed him since Shadow Lane, and I needed a couple of hours alone with him in a car just to catch up and feel his presence. Because normal things like that also make me happy! He'd never seen me drive before, so I got to show off my "this is how we get there in 3/4 the time it's supposed to take by driving 90 like a pro" style of driving, which is impressive if I do say so myself. We meant to stop and eat, but the thrill of getting there was too much for either of us to take, so we pressed on and settled for fast food once we'd arrived. 

We checked into the room, and a few minutes later thekillingtype texted him to say she was waiting downstairs in the lobby. She's Malignus' submissive and a super awesome person, and she'd driven down to spend the weekend with us. Assuming we were going to meet her, I was surprised to see Malignus pick up the cane I hate the most. "Let's go get her! But first I'm going to punish you" he announced in that matter-of-fact way he does when things are definitely about to happen. At some point during our drive, he'd informed me that he was going to address my forgetfulness, so I knew it was coming, but I thought I'd have more time to prepare for it. I certainly didn't expect it to be right that very moment, just before going OUTSIDE the room and seeing PEOPLE. 

I'd like to say I took it well and was graceful and submissive and accepting and all that good stuff, but I'm pretty sure I begged and pleaded and squirmed around on the bed until he put his hand on my back and pinned me down. I still probably cried out louder than I should've, but c'mon, it's Malignus with a cane and a purpose. It's not going to be easy. And I'm ellee with vocal cords, so I'm not going to be quiet. :P

It was over after 12 fairly awful strokes in rapid succession, and then I crawled over to his lap to get forgiveness snuggles. They were good snuggles. He had me restate what I'd learned, and I was fairly certain I wouldn't be forgetting anything again anytime soon. On that note, I put on some pants and set off after Malignus to get thekillingtype. Once back in the room I was treated to a strapping for funsies, which was in fact lots of fun but also pretty intense over the welts I'd recently acquired. As soon as that ended, we heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Heather Feather standing in the hallway. She'd apparently heard the strapping and waited for it to end to knock!

So then we had Malignus plus 3 spanko girls in one hotel room. Naturally, things like this happened:

Thigh Turkey!

But thigh turkeys only take a few minutes, and girls love them anyway, so surely there was something more terrifying he could come up with to entertain the group. In fact, there was! Because she's a masochist and owns a taser, thekillingtype had been instructed to bring the dreadful thing. I learned of its  existence when Malignus turned it on while I was inspecting my marks in a mirror. Hearing the awful sound and not knowing wtf it was, I dove to the floor on the other side of the room, only to discover that the beds were solid and had no space underneath for me to hide. I peeked up over the edge of the bed, and he fired it again, which elicited another scream and retreat to the floor. Apparently this is a common reaction. Eventually I came out from hiding and convinced myself that it sounded terrible, but that he surely wouldn't use it on me. I mean, he could see how scared I was. Certainly he wouldn't.

After a few minutes he looked at me with that sadistic smile of his: "I want to get you with it."

Oh. Right. He wants to.

And there it was. The moment I realized that I was going to be tazed. I was no less terrified of it, but suddenly I knew I would do it anyway, because he wanted to and I wanted to do it for him. The plan was to zap me in the hamstring for less than a second.  Heather made it fire in the air for 5 seconds to desensitize me to the noise because she's smart. I tried not to think and just lay face down on the bed, clutching a pillow, hoping I could go through with it. Suddenly, the panic struck, and I twisted about, wrapping myself around him, clinging desperately to his left arm while my legs tried to lock around his right arm that was holding the taser.

He looked at me, "What are you doing?"
Me, extracting myself from the ellee-Malignus-panic-pretzel, "Nothing, Sir. I'm Sorry."

Feeling a bit ridiculous, I lay back down. He smiled again, reminded me of things I know to be true, and Heather reassured me about the taser itself. thekillingtype continued to look terrified. I took a deep breath, heard the rip of electricity, felt a little zap, and then it was over. It made me yelp, but it wasn't half as bad as I'd expected, and I felt somewhat silly about my reaction. Regardless of the reality, it was a big deal for me to submit to something I was so fearful of, and I think that's why I enjoy this particular memory so much. I don't think I would've allowed anybody but Malignus to do that to me, but that's another reason I'm happy it happened. I knew he wouldn't do anything that would harm me physically or mentally, and I trust him to push me out of my comfort zone. I felt strong. I am strong.

Then in a move that surprised us all, Malignus agreed to let Heather tase him, and she did. Twice! He took it like a man. Not even a flinch. And he doesn't even like stuff that hurts. I found it slightly humbling.

Eventually Heather had to leave. After all, she was getting married the next day! Once it was just the three of us, we decided to get into the vodka I'd brought and have ourselves a little party. There was, of course, plenty of girl smacking in the meantime. I got hit on the palms with a giant pixie stick, and thekillingtype got caned a bunch. It's delightful to watch her getting hit with stuff. She's impressive and also the cutest thing ever. At one point, Malignus came after the two of us with a twisted up towel, and we fled to the bathroom. thekillingtype and I were tugging on one side of the door, and Malignus had the other. He got his fingers around the edge and managed to open it with one hand. Again, humbling. I tried to remember to turn as he snapped me with the towel, and we both exited the bathroom a little sorer than we entered.

After another drink, Malignus decided he needed tacos, and we went on a (walking) expedition to the nearest gas station to find him something that resembled one. In the meantime, thekillingtype and I made friends with a stranger and managed to meow at Malignus without being noticed. We even got whacked on the thighs with a meat snack. It was a good night. Eventually, we decided it was time to sleep, and I crawled into bed with him. I got extra cuddles and fell asleep contented. The next morning, I looked like this:

Happy ellee!

To be continued...
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Ohi! Let Me Introduce Myself...

Hello! I'm Ellee Evergood, and this is my corner of the internet documenting my adventures and thoughts about spanking, D/s, and kink. I figured a bit of an introductory post was in order before jumping into the good stuff.

I've had a lifelong fascination with spanking. It's one of those things that sends shivers up my spine just by hearing the word dropped casually. Like many "hard wired" spankos, I started out bashfully looking the word up in dictionaries and keeping an eye out for mainstream references, then finally discovered the internet and all the others like me.

When I was 18 I got my first spanking from my (now) husband, YS, who was my boyfriend at the time, and I've been enjoying them ever since! We attended our first small party in a cabin with a handful of other spankos in February 2012, and I was hooked. Since then we can't seem to go more than a few months without attending a party or getting together with friends who share our proclivities. In doing so, I feel more fulfilled than I ever thought possible, and I'd like to share some of the awesome. For years I lurked and felt ashamed of my desires. Now I'm quite proud of them. I'm truly a very lucky girl.