The photo here was taken on Sunday morning, and despite it being hours after my last spanking, my cheeks were still surprisingly warm and blushing pink with speckles of bruising dotting the area. Since I don’t mark that easily anymore, I was really pleased to see there was a visual reminder of all the spanking fun I’d had on Saturday.

Chloe, Rucca Page, and I were indeed each well spanked by Danny Chrighton and Arthur Sire. In addition to the guy’s heavy hands, Chloe and I were paddled and strapped, and Danny introduced me to the feel of a rubber riding crop (interesting!). Just in time for this post, here are some hot off the presses preview pictures that Tony sent over. Good stuff! Look for this video coming soon to Shadow Lane.

After our shoot, some good food, and a bit of rest, Danny, Arthur, Chloe, and I headed to Fremont Street to grab a couple drinks, do a little gambling, and watch the light show. As cool as the light show was, I think the odd and inebriated people attending always steal the show. One such fellow came up to us in the middle of the performance after finding a broken hair clip on the ground, asked us if it was a roach clip, and then attempted to pin it to a nearby shrub. :-/ I’m sure that made perfect sense to him.

When we headed over to the slot machines, Lady Luck must have been on my side. I played some sort of cute frog themed video slot game and almost doubled my money! Yes, I won all of $4.30. Hey, a win is a win, right?

At one point during the evening Danny came up with the creative idea that since I rarely curse, I would instead get spanked each time Chloe said a bad word. Chloe grinned widely and spewed a string of explitives that would make George Carlin proud. Danny’s rapid fire assault on my cheeks got me to yell out “Frickin’ A!!”, which then got me spanked even more!

I now owe Chloe some more payback. I might consider possibly letting her slide on the multiple blogiversary comments she left me, but her quick willingness to provide additional incentive for Danny is really asking for it. Oh, and then there was the little issue of Chloe missing her scheduled flight on the way out to Vegas and gypping us both of an afternoon of quality brat bonding time. I had to roam the strip alone (Sniff!!) on Friday afternoon. Definitely a matter that needs to be dealt with in the near future. Somehow, some day, and when she’s least expecting it. >:)