Lonestar 2025 Part 3: Parties and punishment

Lonestar 2025 Part 3:  Parties and punishment

Continued from:  Lonestar part 2:  Alice the naughty schoolgirl

Sorry this one took a while - my enthusiasm for blogging has been somewhat dampened by a bout of flu.  Fear not though, i am back at it and ready to finish my lonestar story.  As ever when I blog, I first have to ensure I am dressed correctly.  Bra - check, panties - check, hold up’s - check, wet, wet patch from arousal - check.  

So where were we - ah yes.  I am out of school now, and it’s Friday evening.  I’m pretty much flying stag at this point, my travel companion was otherwise engaged which was fine for me - I needed to put my big gurl panties on and go make friends.  I didn’t have much time to get ready for the first of two themed parties - tonight's theme was Emerald city / Wizard of Oz.

Naturally I thought of Doherty first, and that was a pretty simple outfit that would also double up on Saturday as an Alice in Wonderland outfit.  I was volunteering on the spanking games booth as a bottom - people donated to charity to spank people in themed games.

Anyway, Friday night.  I got dressed quickly and headed downstairs hoping to find somebody I knew.  Thankfully the day before I had been introduced to an amazing dutch couple and they had a seat on their table, along with a Swedish couple and some British.  It was a little bit of Europe in the sea of America.

Dinner was a bit strange, everyone got dressed up- then an hour later were gone to get ready for the spanking parties later that night in the suites.  

I met up later that night in the suites with the dutch couple, and boy had they come to play.  They had a great range of implements and boy oh boy did they look hot. They liked leather, that was clear and they had the bodies to pull it off.  Sir was tall, dark tanned skin, muscular and very handsome - he reminded me a little of a cross between The Rock and Ruud Gullit. Yes a strange mix, but i know what i mean even if others don’t.  Miss was equally stunning, She had an amazing figure, even more so in her tight leather outfit.  Plus they were both absolutely lovely people to talk to.

We checked out the hospitality suites a little, before heading to the “dungeon room” which was one of the seminar rooms decked out with furniture and lights.  A very different mood to the hospitality suites which was all noise, and pure spanking.  This was darker, sexier, kinkier. More leather, less talking and more server spankings.

It was then that Sir and Miss asked if I would like to play.  I agreed of course, I wasn't going to turn down any spankings this weekend, and soon found myself bent over a bench, as Sir and Miss unpacked implements.

I heard Sir kiss Miss and say, “have fun baby, I’m going to watch.”

It was an amazing session, lots of different implements, starting soft as we learn each other's limits.  It was my first time being flogged, which was a great experience.  It was so much fun to play with someone else - and at the end Sir said he really enjoyed the show!

That was me done however for the night, the spanking from detention had really lit up my behind, and the session with Miss added that finishing touch. 

The next morning I was glad my bum had recovered somewhat - I was worried when I went to be in had gone too hard day one.

Saturday was very different, we checked out the vendor fair which was pretty much stall after stall of spanking implements.  I had no idea there was such an array.  I kind of wish there had been other things there to look at - t-shirts with “spank me” or other non implement merch, but it is what it is.  I didn't actually buy anything in the end, i kind of didn't see the point this time round.

I volunteered as I said at the spanking games booth - but it was really quiet.  I only got spanked twice, both times by people I knew already.  The money all went to a cancer charity, so it was all done in fun.

The best thing about Saturday day was the F-m “Naughty boys” spanking party in the afternoon.  All the female doms in one room, 5 minutes a station.  You basically queued up and picked your spanker - and then after a short discussion got on with it. I got spanked by 5 different ladies, only the first i knew but it was so much fun to experience such an array of different spankers.  I queued for quite a long time for one woman, I had watched her spank someone else I knew and she was amazing.  That was probably the best of the session for me - strapped hard with a couple of types, and then caned with three different thickness canes.

I even let a sub try out her hand at spanking me, under some guidance.  She was so happy to have a chance to try out her dominant hand and I was happy to oblige.  Such a lovely person to boot, and a pretty good hand spanking for the first time.

After that was another party I was looking forward to, but that sadly turned out to be less than I hoped.  The M-m spanking party.  Now I know the rule is don’t go into any of these parties or sessions with expectations, but I couldn't help it.  Surely here, of all places at the party I could be bent over another man’s lap and spanked.  Sadly no, there were only 4 or 5 people, and most of it was sitting around chatting.  Don’t get me wrong, it was a nice talk, but I had really hoped to get a lap spanking from someone.

That night it was the Goth Masucurade ball - we all got dolled up and headed down to the ball room. I was pretty happy with my outfit in the end - think it hit the brief.

Again though - all dressed up and two hours later everyone was gone!  It was frustrating to see so many put a lot of effort in, only to strip it off two hours later.  The rest of the night was fun though, I got quite a lot of spankings along with another bottom from my travel companion.  It was so much fun to be bent over a bed next to someone else, as someone took turns spanking us!  When they retired for the night I decided to stay and experience the multi strapping event.  As I sat and watched, I found myself next to the divine Miss Gregory,  who was sitting on the floor chilling with the legendary Miss SamanthaB (Her mommy).    It was really nice to have a conversation about my experience to date, general chit chat, and also just sit and watch some of the spankings on show.   

I remember sitting there watching a really energetic spanking of a female bottom from two male tops, when I felt a finger touch my leg and start tracing the patterns on my tights.  Looking down Miss Gregory was there, looking so utterly content with her Mommy just absent mindedly tracing the pattern on my leg.  I wouldn’t have been able to move my leg if someone put a gun to my head!  It was frozen, almost not even mine anymore.  It felt like it lasted for hours, but probably it was only a minute or two but just the experience really stuck with me. 

It was then time for the multistrapping event, and I joined the queue of very excited bottoms that seemed to know what was about to happen.  The first sub jumped up on the massage bench that was being used -  a very perky female bottom who seemed to bounce around the party all weekend and was loved by all.   The lead top had a chat with her, and related some instructions to the other three males tops - 10 and 3, medium hard.   They all stood there with straps in hand, making sure they were lined up.

I had no idea what was going on then suddenly it started.  One by one, without a moment's gap between them they in turn slapped down on the female's bum. Round and round they went in order,the lead counting. 1, 2,3,4,5 6,7,8,9,10.  The noise of constant slaps rang in the small room - cheers from the crowd, and as the eventual 40 straps finished even yelps form the girl.  But then there were the three..  The lead top counted down loudly as soon as the ten had finished. 

“Three, two, one,”  

 After three all the tops in unison slapped down hard on the bottom.  The crack from 4 straps landing perfectly in unison was incredible.  

“Three, two, one,”

Crack came the second blow.

“Three, two, one,”

Crack came the last blow, followed by a huge cheer from the crowd. The female jumped off the bed, and there was a cry of ‘next’.

Sub after sub got up, I was like 6th in the queue and it really became a spectator sport - especially the final joint slaps.  The whole room counted down the “Three, two, one” count and erupted in cheers and applause at the end.

Some went for 10 and 3 (recommended for the first time, some a lot more.  The sub in front of me, and experienced bottom went for 25 and 10, hard.  That was something to watch.   

Then it was my turn - I got up on the bed and laid down, and went with the recommended 10-3 medium suggested by the top.  What happened in maybe the next 60 seconds was incredible, and also really difficult to describe.  Being strapped by 4 different men, in very rapid succession was such a unique experience.  Each individual blow wasn’t that much - but in such rapid succession it was such an intense feeling.  The 40 was over before I knew it and the room erupted into the count of “Three, two, one”.

Bam.  All four straps landing was intense , and made me jump somewhat.  Bam, bam.

It was over before I knew it, but I had such fun I got off the bench giggling in joy.  If this is a spanking party, count me in.  I queued up once more, going for a slight higher 15-5 which was intense,m then settled down on the floor to watch some of the more experienced people really raise the stakes.  I also remember the sub I let spank me get up on the bench, and when she spotted me she waved shouting loudly - “Hey alice!” 

She turned to her friend and said, “She let me spank her earlier - it was so much fun!”.

I retired to bed happy, the sound of repeated slaps ringing in my ears and a smile on my face.  I knew tomorrow faced a big challenge but I wasn't nervous - with everything I had experienced those past two days whatever the judicial event could throw at me I knew I could cope.  Boy was I wrong.

Sunday AM was a slow burner, there was a nervousness around the place for the afternoon with only one topic on everyone's lips. The judicial.  I had no idea what I had let myself in for and the closer it got, the more nervous I got. 

Queueing up outside there was one final chance to check what you had agreed to - thankfully my travel companion was there and involved in the organisation and suggested I switch from the paddle to the prison strap - and I agreed.  I had already had my paddle experience - nothing was going to come close and the prison strap just seemed to fit better to the scene.

“Prisoners against the wall and quiet!” filled the hall, as the warden emerged.  He was dressed in black khaki’s,a black shirt, black beret and black army boots. He carried a shambok whip under one arm, and clip board in the other.

“You heard the warden, quite and against the wall, of it will be worse for you!”  One of the guards said from behind him even louder, the guards were dressed in green khakis and shirts, and red berets.

We all fell silent and awaited orders, there was an excitement that filled the air.

“When you are called into the room you are to strip and put on your prison shirt.  You may leave panties on if you must, but everything else must be removed.  You will be reminded of your crime and put into isolation to await punishment.  Is that clear?”

A murmur in response.

“Not good enough, I said, is that clear?”

“Yes warden.” we all said back.

One by one our names were called, and we had a rolled up orange t-shirt thrust into our arms before being marched into the room by one of the guards.

“Strip!” the female guard said to me, and watched as i stripped off my shirt, and jeans, revealing my pick lace bra and matching panties.  She snorted seeing that, and poked my bra.  “Take these off as well, you slut.”

The room was absolutely freezing - it seems the guards had purposefully set the AC on its lowest setting, and fan on max.  It felt like a fridge inside and pulling on my orange t-shirt I hoped we wouldn’t have to spend too long in this room.  The shirts had “Prisoner” across the back in thick black letters.

I was matched up to a clear part of the room’s wall, pushed against it.  The female guard leaned in and said, “you’ll pay for your little practical joke alice, just you wait. I’m going to take great delight in seeing your ass lit up with the prison strap.  

Lifting up my pink panties she put them on the wall in front of me and said simply, “nose, hold.”

I knew what I had to do and leaned forward holding them in place.

“Good.  Arms behind back, if you drop them it's more lashes to your sentence."

With that i was left, already shivering slightly from the cold, but unable to move.  The rest of the prisoners were put into position, and then the room went silent.  You could hear the guards walking about, muttering things in people's ears.  

I almost jumped when the male guard leaned in and said in my ear, “You're going to pay for your little stunt Alice, and I’m going to make sure.”

A felt a little tug at my arms, only slight but enough to pull me a fraction away from the wall.  To my horror the panties fell but then the hand disappeared and the guard walked off.

I wondered what was going on for a moment but then….

“What the hell is this, you can;t follow simple instructions?” the female guard yelled.  That’s two more too the sentence alice!  Now you will hold those panties to the wall or else.  I had been set up.

A couple more times this happened around the room, then the door opened and the warden called the first prisoner.  I couldn’t hear what was going on but there was the sound of metal chains rattling as the prisoner was led away and out the room.

Time stretched on in the freezing cold room, every now and again the warden would come in and ask for the next, until.

“Ah yes,our little trouble maker.  I am looking forward to this Alice.  Turn around and face the warden.”

I turned and was face to face with the female guard, and the warden.  

“Not so funny now, is it?” she said.  “Arms out.”

I looked down and held them out, two suspension cuffs were (loosely) put around my wrist, and when the warden pulled i had no choice but to follow.  I was led out the cold room and into another, where rows and rows of chairs held the “courtroom attendee’s”.  At the end of the rows of chairs was a spanking bench and 4 guards, each holding different implements.

“Prisoner walking!” the warden said loudly as he led me up the central aisle - everyone was looking at me.  I was so humiliating, to be chackled, walked through the room in nothing but an orange t-shirt, my clitty cage clearly on show.  I noticed a couple of the audience giggled, pointing at it which only made things worse.

I was bent over the bench and one of the guards held the straps to keep me in place.

“Prisoner alice, you have been found guilty of pranking the guards by covering the guards toilets with plastic wrap.  Your punishment was 6 lashes with the texas prison strap, but i understand due to behaviour in the holding cells you are to be granted two additional strokes.  Guards, make her pay.”

I was shaking, partly from the cold that had penetrated my body from the holding cells, part from the fact I was bent over a whipping bench, fully exposed and about to be strapped in front of probably 100 people.

The blows were hard, each one making a loud crack in the room and making me grunt in pain. Not anywhere near the blows of the paddle from detention, but still painful.  

After my sentence was carried out I was released from the bench, before being sent to the recovery corner where the prison Doctor (there was an actual doctor there looking after our bums) checked for any broken skin.  We were allowed to say and watch the rest of the sentences - which got progressively harder as the event went on.  I was maybe in the middle of the event.

“Grand thrift Avocado, speeding whilst under the influence, and my personal favorite - stealing the guards secret vodka stash and replacing it with laxatives.  

Some of them were hard to watch, they were beyond firm.  When it was all finally down the room burst into applause - it had been a very emotional session. I talked to a couple of guards after, and they said it was just as nerve wracking for them as they felt constantly judged by the audience on their spanking capabilities.

There was a hospitality party that night, it was much quieter as some people were already leaving and the play there certainly ramped up.  People were allowing more to happen, harder marks, harder play.  I got caned and spanked that night, but was actually happy just to watch for the majority.  What a weekend it had been - from my school day, to being spanked by a man (albeit not over their lap), to the judicial. I was so glad I went and for sure will go back again in the future.

There was one final memory to be made however - for those still around there was an unofficial hospitality party on monday night, where, believe it or not i got the opportunity to be lap caned by none other than John Osborne, aka tripleA, himself.  A legend of the spanking world!

I tell you what, the skill of that man is something else.  His precision, his form, his overall skill with the canes was amazing.  I ended up with the most amazing stripes across my lap - all conducted in front of a room of maybe 20 people.

I still have the marks today, writing this post despite it being 3 weeks since receiving them.  It’s like a badge of honour, another interaction with a spanking great.  Lady Jose, Sarah Gregory, Mistress Baton and now John Osborne.  I seem to be a celebrity spanker collector.

I feel like I missed some parts of the weekend. I certainly didn't take enough pictures between sessions but it was a weekend i will never forget.  I can’t wait to go back next year!

Kisses 

alice

xxx