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Attending the LAM event.

So Sunday just gone was the monthly London Alternative Market LAM event in London. (details on LAM site or fetlife).   We had not been to a LAM for at least 5 years, it was held in Clapham last we knew so it was nice to only have to go 4 stops on the train, makes for an easier home journey.   Our reasons for going were simple, I wanted a wooden paddle and we both wanted to mix in a different group.

At present we attend the Ouch spanking party’s run by the fabulous Natasha and Nick of Girl for Spanking. These are brilliant parties and we love them and the people there very much.  But sometimes one longs for fresh meat…err I mean new people.   (explore this site for party’s)

So we packed our day bags and headed into deepest darkest London armed with google maps and a postcode.    Now LAM has a market that runs from 2-6 and then an hours break until 7 when the after party starts, so anything you buy at the market, you can try it out in front of everyone.

On arrival you are given an arm band (I still have mine on lol) which tells people if you are market only or market and party.   From the minute you enter the doors you are hit with a wall of noise and bodies…people everywhere and all kinky (except the bar staff i think).   Gimps, pony girls, corset wearers (male and female)  Domme’s, Dom’s. subs, spankees and bottoms.  Masters and Slaves. TV’s, CD’s  and anything else you can think of are represented at LAM, both on the stalls and the punters.  And the stalls…..such a vast amount of kink paraphernalia, from leather to wood to rubber to lexan to metal to candle and a whole bunch of other things that I didn’t see.

Alas I didn’t find my wooden paddle, I did look but couldn’t anything that resembled the picture I have in my head.  I did buy a lovely leather paddle though…well, one side is leather…the other might be rubber…i’m not sure.

It has since been tested out, on me…at home lol.  I can’t wait to try it out on someone other than me.

Anyway, we mooched our way around the stalls…on 3 floors! There were some lovely floggers and lexan cane’s that caught my eye but that might be because they reacted to UV and looked so pretty.  Lexan does nothing for me, much too painful.

We did bump into people we knew,  the mighty Lofty appeared (8ft giant) whom we had not seen since Night Of The Cane in 2010 I think.  We saw people from the London Playworkers munch and at the party we sat with a group of complete strangers who were wonderful.   We didn’t play during the party for the simple fact that it was too busy and I was not feeling confident enough.  There were two designated areas for play, both with benches and St Andrew’s crosses all helpfully roped off…but the cues to use them were long.

To be honest it all became a bit of a blur as the night wore on, but it was immense fun and the people we were with were lovely.  The venue was amazing if a little pricey (£12 for two drinks), I know drinks are more expensive in London but I think that is a bit much, the venue was packed so they must have made a fortune anyway.

To sum up, we had fun but won’t be going again this year. Maybe we’ll make it a yearly thing who knows and I have a lovely new paddle for me and for me to use.

All events mentioned can be found on fetlife.

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Another Whitby trip

So we just got back from another spanking holiday and I am very sore…my bottom is ok, its my throat that’s sore.

This Whitby, in a way, was much quieter than the previous one. Not so many late nights partying into the wee hours of the morning, not too much daytime play either. But that didn’t matter, I had my Sir and we had quality time together.  There was another couple in our cottage this time and that was nice since we already knew them, there were also a single woman and man…but more on that later.

The best thing about Whitby is that there’s no one looking over your shoulder or you looking over your shoulder…and there’s no time limit so you can spend the whole day in your room playing and no one will say a word…except maybe “what a lovely squeal you have” or “are you always that quiet?”.  So when Worzel led me by the hand up to our room for a spanking or grabbed me as I was just getting up or coming back from the bathroom or even sitting on the sofa in the lounge and quickly being hauled otk, no one batted an eyelid.

The sound of skin hitting skin or high-pitched yelps are not uncommon or unwelcome at any time of the day or night….although I still think that disturbing your fellow housemates at 1 in the morning because you want to test out that tawse or cane is dreadfully inconsiderate.

The time away did give us plenty of time to talk though and we had a couple of very interesting discussions.  Worzel and I have been together for nearly 18 months now and are still going strong but there were some things I had trouble talking to him about…like asking for the level of spankings or the way they were delivered to be increased.  It’s all well and good when Sir will turn to me and tell me exactly what I will be getting and when and how but sometimes I don’t want to be told before hand, it’s the element of surprise that makes a nice change. It sets the butterflies off and the tingling in anticipation as he orders me to get upstairs, get undressed and wait for him in the corner or in position. Even though this thing we do is consensual, sometimes I would like it to be non-consensual…I mean I have already agreed to the spankings and I have a safe word that I can use when needed…its just that sometimes I don’t want to have room to wriggle out of a spanking.

That’s why communication is so important I think, if you don’t talk then how will you get what you want or need?  Well up until this weekend I struggled to ask for a spanking or to ask Sir to do that which I have mentioned above…I finally mentioned it at about 1 am on Wed morning.  I was safe then, he didn’t immediately jump out of bed to haul me otk but when we got up in the morning and were packing to come home I was taken otk and boy did I squirm….I think he only hit my sit-spots!

I had bought some bondage Rope which we did try out…it was quite fun being tied to the bed and flogged…spread eagle style.

The only downside to this Whitby trip was the brat in our cottage….and I don’t mean brat in a good way.  She had come on her own but was expecting to play with a specific male the whole time, unfortunately for us he switched cottages as soon as he got there leaving her on her own in our cottage.  Normally this wouldn’t be a problem because everyone gets along and plays with or talks to everyone else. Not this woman, she moaned the whole time about how she was alone and had no one to play with and how everyone was ignoring her because she was a single.  Absolute tosh……everyone who goes to Whitby gets on with everyone else, or so I thought.

She was also very rude and made a couple of very derogatory comments about Worzel and very physical…I mean like pinching. She kept pinching me and I don’t like that. I bruise easily and I have a quick reflex….at one point I managed to freeze after she pinched me but I still had to leave the cottage to calm down.

I can understand a little bit of bratting to get a spanking, but this one would brat well past the acceptable line and then when called on her behaviour would use the line “And what do you think you’re going to do about it?” but in a very hostile tone.  I don’t get that.  She got so wound up that on the Tuesday morning she asked someone to come pick her up to take her to the station so she could go home…but by the time that the guy had driven over she had changed her mind causing him a wasted journey….oh and she got spanked for it.

If someone is behaving like a spoilt child and going out of their way to get a spanking…even at the cost of getting on other people’s nerves or bratting someone they have no intention of playing with…why on earth would you reward them with a spanking? Surely the punishment of not getting what you want would be better?

Sorry, rant over.

Anyway…so Worzel and I had loads of quality time over those 4 days and neither of us wanted to come back.  It’s really hard when you are a couple but don’t live together.

Hopefully we will get to go to Whitby again in May next year and a couple of friends are thinking of hosting their own Spanko Holiday so maybe we’ll get to go to that.

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