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Las Vegas. The Capital of Unreality and Excess.

Originally posted here.

Look. I'm a simple guy. I mow the lawn, tell Tasha jokes, keep bees, and wash dishes sometimes. A simple, down to earth life.

Vegas ain't like that. Vegas is something else.

Tasha and I drove to Shadow Lane, a premiere spanking party held in Las Vegas. The first indication that Nevada was a bit different occurred when the car passed over the AZ-NV state line. At that point, Arizona was a desolate wasteland. Brown, infertile soil bleached dry by the sun, studded with rocks. Too arid to sustain life. The moment we drove over the border, things changed. There were buildings and billboards. Things started hopping. They got progressively more hopping until we reached Vegas.

After the party was over, we decided to check out the Strip. After all, we couldn't miss up the opportunity to play tourist.

Wow.

Vegas is nothing short of insane. It was 106 degrees when Tasha and I visited, and there was no natural source of water. And yet some crazy visionary, mob boss Bugsy Siegel, thought that he could build a gambling mecca from nil. He built the Flamingo, spending an unheard-of $6 million plus on the building, and Lord only knows how much on water rights. Since then, Vegas has spiraled into a fantasyland, an X-rated Disneyland, where reality is firmly excluded. There are casinos like Paris-themed Paris Las Vegas, Venice-themed The Venetian, ancient Rome-themed Caesar's Palace, piratical-themed Treasure Island, ancient Egypt-themed Luxor, decadent Europe-themed Bellagio, NYC-themed New York New York, Arthurian-themed Excalibur, Hollywood-themed MGM Grand, island-themed Mandalay Bay, and South Seas-themed Mirage, among others.

It's a surreal place. An impossible place where young women become showgirls and wear massive feathered headdresses and bikinis. I suspect that ahem not all of these young ladies' components are natural. Fake boobs, crazy themes, and an artificial reality which glorifies free spending, drinking, gambling, and high living. A tribute to the gods Mammon and Mammaries. Hell, we even saw an area for pets to relieve themselves which was Astroturf instead of grass!

Everything is cheap, subsidized by the massive income flow from legalized gambling. I got a buffet breakfast at my hotel for $8, which included all-you-can-eat lox and bagels, pizza and other Italian food, seafood, Chinese food, Mexican food, salads, fruit, desserts, and damn near anything else they could think of. A hotel room that would have cost at least $200 anywhere else, for $42 a night. In my moralizing moments, I asked myself whether it was ethical to profit, even indirectly through ridiculous low prices, from others' gambling losses.

When I looked out the hotel window, I saw a huge golf course. Arid land, watered at who knows what effort, used to raise pristine, manicured grass. And some insane people on the links, driven to play golf in 106 degree weather!

Vegas is a once-in-a-lifetime trip to see excess gone wild. An unforgettable place to visit, but I couldn't live there.

An ugly one.

NOTE: I refer to leatherbutt in this post.  Leatherbutt is a "deadening" condition where some or all of a butt's skin develops insensitivity and a hard surface.  It occurs when it's been spanked too much, too hard, especially with wood without appropriate softening cream as aftercare.

Originally posted here.

 We've all seen the clean, disciplinary spankings in the videos. We've done some play spankings. If we're lucky, some foreplay spankings.

Those are all nice spankings. Pretty spankings. The kind everyone likes.

A week ago, I gave Tasha one of the other ones. An ugly spanking. Nobody liked it, but it was necessary.

She'd been in a pissy mood. She'd gotten into a fight with our friend Tiffany that morning, and I had no clue why. After I calmed down Tiffany, I went to speak to Tasha. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to discuss, wanted to be left alone. A solid curtain of grey anger and misery, deliberately unreachable.

I gave up talking and snapped at her that she would be reporting to our bedroom for a spanking. She had ten minutes to get ready. She grumbled but broke off her activity and got ready and met me in the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

I began with a flogger. I love using a flogger for play, and alternating between whacks and gentle strokes. Not today - I only used whacks, hard ones. After that, I stepped up to straps, and then to a Lexan paddle. She was holding rigid, not yielding an inch.

I started using canes. Wooden ones. Then a Delrin one. She was refusing to give. She hated the idea of giving in to me, giving in to herself, of acknowledging that she needed this. Stubborn and proud. And she's got one helluva pain tolerance, and has learned breathing tricks to be able to take more.

Wooden brushes. I normally avoid them because of the threat of leatherbutt, but I was determined here. Special occasion, and I'd be damned if I'd let her win. I was getting tired. I told her, "I want your tears. Give them to me." She gave me no response. At this point, she was an iron determination to not give in.

I began using rubber paddles. Hard rubber. Nobody else could have taken them and, had she not been in such a stubborn, I'm-not-going-to-break mood, she couldn't have taken them either.

Finally, I used the rubber tawse. Two strands of flexible rubber. It was a gift from our NZ friend Nic, who never quite understood the idea of a limited pain tolerance. Tasha had told me that it grabs onto the top layer of skin. She was bucking all over the bed now, still unbroken.

I was exhausted, using something I didn't even have any more, keeping going. She was at the verge of the tears she didn't want to give. We both kept going, working off reserves, until I finally gave.

I felt horrible. Raised not to hit a girl, and I had just inflicted on her nothing but unbroken, deliberate pain. I laid down next to her and told her I loved her, that I had done it because I needed to. And that did it. I didn't get tears from her, but she softened and gave herself up. She told me she loved me, and that she had needed that.

In mutual exhaustion, we held each other in very much needed aftercare.

We both hated it. And we'll be doing it again some day.

First Blog Post - My Intro.

Hi there.  My name is Steven Hastings, and I'm a spanko.

Yes, I'm known in the scene as DarkSteven.  My lovely sub Tasha has renamed herself as Tasha Hastings, so I followed suit.  It's kinda cool how I sound like I'm British when I did that.  And I feel that I have two profiles now, so I gotta be important!

We've been active in the Colorado spanking scene for a few years.  This year (2014), we decided to go national.  We attended Boardwalk Badness Weekend, the Texas All State Spanking Party, Crimson Moons, and finally the venerable Shadow Lane.

It's going to be tough to blog about spanking.  The physical act is pretty easy to understand  (Think of it like an instruction in a procedure - Place Hand (A) on Bottom (B).  Use force.  Repeat using lots of implements).  But there's a lot more than that.  There's an energy, an intimacy that's shared between spanker and spankee that's hard to describe.  The closest thing to it is sex.

The national parties are something else.  You're hundreds of miles away from the house, the lawn, the pets, the junk mail.  You're surrounded with other spankos.  The normal stresses of everyday existence are gone, replaced with a vibrant excitement.  I'm here and ready to play, and there are over 200 other spankos here too!

So.  Sit back and enjoy, at least those of you able to sit at the moment.