the weekend started with J arriving from belfast. meeting J is always a great start to any weekend, even when she arrives while i'm in the shower! in hindsight, the fact that i had to answer the door dripping wet in my bathrobe could perhaps be viewed as an omen of what was to come!

no sooner had we arrived at our destination for the weekend than i made my first big mistake. i introduced J to P. why was this a mistake? because they are both full of wicked ideas! no sooner had i introduced them than P was showing J his wooden shoe horn. no ordinary shoe horn, this one has a handle nearly a meter long and makes a ferocious spanking implement! it was quickly decided that a demonstration was called for. i was ordered to strip naked and bend over a table while P applied the shoe horn to my poor bare bum!

when the spanking was over, i reached for my clothes, only to be told that i would not be needing them for the rest of the weekend! i asked for permission to wear my fishnet kaftan, and J allowed me to wear it, and shoes when we went outside, but nothing else! the kaftan is barely crotch-length, and entirely see-through, so i was effectively kept naked for the weekend!

much of what followed is a bit hazy! i can't keep track of what happened when! there was more spanking, and flogging, and pinching, and nipping with J's strong sharp teeth! i was ordered to stand still and raise my hands over my head while P applied a cane to my crotch! i was flogged by J, and J and i were flogged together by C! J and i had our ankles cuffed together and were bent over a table and flogged together by P and D.

it was during that particular flogging that i had the deepest, most intense experience of sub-space so far. my poor bum was already quite tender at that stage. the pain was quite intense. i was close to my limit, i didn't think i was going to be able to take any more. and then something happened. i stretched out across the table and relaxed, and the pain went away. i was in a place where nothing could hurt me.

when it ended i could hear J and D asking me if i was ok. i could feel their hands on me, encouraging me to stand. i murmured some kind of reply. i wanted to reassure them, to let them know i was ok, so that they wouldn't worry, but didn't really want to talk or move, didn't want to break the spell. they led me to a mattress and let me lay down and J cuddled me until i was ready to return to the world again.

it wasn't all spanking and flogging, of course. we were fortunate enough to be in a secluded spot where we could go outside without encountering any neighbours or passers-by. so there were naked walks in the woods, and naked tree-climbing, and even some naked sun-bathing, although in typical irish fashion this was cut short by a shower of rain!

another highlight of the weekend was dancing to reggae music with C! dancing while wearing nothing but a fishnet kaftan was a new experience, i highly recommend it, especially with a dance partner as confident and graceful as C!

and then it was back home on sunday, where J and i got to chill out and reminisce over a nice bottle of wine, a perfect end to a perfect weekend!