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Sexy Labor Day (Part 2)

Continued from Sexy Labor Day (Part 1)

N had me wear my small yellow sundress. The fabric is thin and soft. The end of the dress falls just below my butt, and the top is low cut. Any bending of any kind would become a fairly explicit show for anyone watching.

“No underwear, Sade. If I even need to say it.”

Our first friends arrived just a little after ten. It was Amy and Stewart. Amy and I have been friends for years, and Stewart is her new boyfriend (and Dom). I gave her a big hug – I hadn’t seen her in months. She had gone off on a Europe vacation and I’d been so busy with everything that we just never seemed to find a chance to be in the same place at the same time.

Amy handed me a wrapped box.

“Hey! I thought we said no gifts…” I protested.

You said no gifts. N send us an e-mail saying some gifts would be welcomed. Sorry, Sade,” she said, shrugging. “This was Stewart’s idea, not mine.”

She joined me in the kitchen to help me prepare some of the snacks I would set out first. I considered checking N’s outbox to see what he had sent to our friends but decided against it.

Amy filled me in on the new boyfriend and Europe while we worked. They met online and chatted for a long time before he finally convinced her to meet him in real life. Now they’ve been dating for two months. I’m happy for her – she seems quite content. And it turns out that Stewart is deliciously evil. 😉

Four friends showed up next, a bit after eleven. I greeted them all and was handed two more ‘presents’. Two of the friends were a Domme/sub couple, Mistress Tracy and Pam, who N and I play with occasionally. Even if I meet Mistress Tracy by chance at a grocery store she makes me call her ‘Mistress’ (which has proved to be quite embarrassing). She is one of the most sadistic people I’ve ever met. When she handed me the wrapped present she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “This is going to be fun, slut.”

Her comment sent my brain spinning. I knew N planned for me to be spanked by Syd, and I knew other kinky things would happen given the crowd, but I had no idea what was up his sleeve. I went to find him.

We had our backyard set up for the gathering. Since we have no neighbors and we’re fairly far back from the road, our space is very private. All our friends knew they could play as they wanted. When I walked outside I saw Amy naked, kneeling at Stewart’s feet. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

N was lighting the grill. When he saw me approach he made the hand gesture that means ‘crawl’, and I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to him.

“Um, sir?” I said tentatively.


“Can I ask you what you told them to bring as gifts?” I asked.

“You can.”

I rolled my eyes. “What did you tell them to bring as gifts?”

He crouched down to my side and pulled me up so I was kneeling, facing him. “I told them,” he said, “that if they wanted to bring you a birthday present, it should be something that they can use on you today.”

I swallowed hard and felt my pussy tingle a little bit when I realized he’d given them all permission to play with me. I wasn’t particularly surprised. However, on quickly reviewing the dominants that would be in attendance, I started getting a bit nervous. Even with just Mistress Tracy and Syd, I’d be in for a hell of a painful afternoon.

Other friends showed up between eleven and twelve, making us a group of thirteen people all together. Apart from Stewart, all of them have been long time friends of N and I. I loved watching as some of the subs fell into their roles, kneeling or serving their dominants openly.

When Syd arrived he found me in the kitchen preparing a cooler with beer and white wine. I was bent over, stacking the bottles around the ice, when I felt him behind me.

“Not a bad view,” he said.

I jumped up and spun around to face him. I knew I was blushing…

“Hey, Syd,” I said, smiling at him.

To reiterate, Syd is a big guy. I looked up at him and felt like a dwarf. He pulled me into a big bear hug, making me giggle when he tickled my side a bit. Then, without any warning, he pushed me over the kitchen counter and began to pepper my ass with his huge hand. I squealed and wiggled, helplessly trying to escape the assault.

When he stopped and let me up, I stood, rubbing my butt with my hands.

“That hurt,” I said, trying my best to make a pouty face.

“That, dear, was a preview,” he replied. He pointed to the cooler. “Want me to carry this outside?”


Mistress Tracy waved me over to her when I went back outside. She was chatting with N. Pam was at her feet.

“Your Master and I thought it would be nice if you and Pam serve us all some drinks,” she said. “You can serve us first.”

Pam and I scurried off to the cooler. I opened N a beer and Pam poured Mistress Tracy a glass of white wine.

“Do you know what she got me?” I whispered.

“Yeah…” she said.

“Well!?” I asked. My tone bordered on urgent.

“Not allowed to say,” she replied.

We returned to them and gave them their drinks.

“Hands up in the air,” said N, setting his beer down. He pulled my dress off of me, leaving me completely naked, save for the collar. “That’s better. Go serve the rest of our friends.”

Pam and I quickly got everyone their drinks. She spilled a little bit of wine on Syd’s shirt and was rewarded with five firm smacks to her butt.

(I asked her later if she did that on purpose. She claims she didn’t, but I’m still suspicious. Every sub wonders what it would be like to be spanked by Syd.)

I poured Pam and myself a glass of wine and we both surveyed our small crowd. In addition to the friends I’ve mentioned, there were three more couples. One, a gay D/s couple who go by (in complete seriousness) King and Prince. Along with Prince, the other sub male of the group was David, with his Domme, Angie. And then Richard and Tonya, two amazing people who both simply like kinky, open sex.

…continued in Sexy Labor Day (Part 3)


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Sexy Labor Day (Part 1)

N and I have an annual tradition of inviting some of our kinky and kink-friendly friends out for a Labor Day BBQ. It’s a small, relaxed gathering. Depending on the year it can be vanilla, have sexy undertones, or be totally kinky.

(Last year my mother visited on Labor Day weekend. We kept that BBQ vanilla.)

My birthday falls around Labor Day every year, and this year I happened to publish my first erotic book, Under Order, on my birthday. N wanted to celebrate the two events. I didn’t object. After copious amounts of ‘birthday sex’, N snuggled me close and whispered in my ear: “No more cumming until the barbeque.”

I shivered against his body. The next three days I spent a lot of time daydreaming about what would happen on Monday. Luckily, as always, I had plenty of things to busy myself with and kept myself distracted with writing and a huge project I’m doing for a long-time client.

On Sunday we made the preparations. I harvested lots of garden veggies for grilling and salads, cooked up the stuff that we could prepare ahead of time, and N did the dirty work of getting the chickens ready for the BBQ (we raise our own… I usually avoid having any part in the ‘processing’ of them). We stuck our last box of homebrew in the fridge and did a quick wine run. Since N and I live so far out, we rarely get the opportunity to host a gathering. So, we go kind of crazy. Every year I make way more food than necessary and send our friends home with huge amounts of leftovers.

By early evening we had everything prepared and ready for grilling. All my side dishes were done, and the peach pies would just need a half hour in the oven before being served.

I get really hyper [read: annoying] when I’m tired out and excited. Since N knows me well, he saw it coming. I got the ‘leave me the hell alone, Sade,’ look and he went off to read by himself. Luckily the hyperness usually yields to exhaustion fairly quickly. I drank one of our beers – this batch was an IPA that turned out really nice – and continued cleaning and finding things to do to prepare. Finally, sleep won, and I collapsed into bed.

N woke me up early. “Go shower and then come back to me,” he said as he pulled all of the covers off me.

I quickly bathed, then combed my hair, dried off, and returned to him naked.

He was already dressed. He had shaved his ridiculous mustache and looked handsome in his khakis and red t-shirt. I wanted him to fuck me right then, but knew he wouldn’t. Sex would have to wait.

“Kneel,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I dropped to his feet and looked up to him, waiting.

He carefully took the thin collar I wear off my neck. It’s really more of a symbolic collar; a short necklace to any casual observer. He replaced it with a thick black leather collar that fits snugly around my neck. I felt it with my hands when he had it in place. Whenever he replaces my collar with one that is more… obvious… I immediately feel even more submissive. It puts me into a different frame of mind.

N touched my face gently, looking down at me fondly. “Guess who is coming to give you a birthday spanking?” he asked.



I felt my eyes grow wide. Syd is a monster of a man. He’s nearly seven feet tall and big. He smacked my ass once at a party just to demonstrate that his hands were large enough to leave a mark that covered both of my butt cheeks. I swallowed hard as I pictured myself over his huge lap.

N was grinning. “Okay. We have some stuff to do before they start arriving. I told them all to get here anytime after eleven. Amy’s coming early.”

… continued in Sexy Labor Day (Part 2)


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Wake-up call

This morning N woke me up in a … special way.

I was laying on my stomach and suddenly felt him throw off the blankets, straddle my back, and SMACK!

If you’ve ever been spanked in this position, you’ll know it for putting the spankee in a very vulnerable spot. You can’t reach back to block the onslaught, and if the spanker is at all stronger than you, well… you’re stuck.

N spanked me for about five minutes, all the while I cursed him and tried to wiggle away. Then, down went the panties.

“Five more minutes. Watch the clock, Sade.”

Minutes six through eight I continued to struggle, but by minute nine I was exhausted. I just lay there, whimpering, taking the spanking.

After he was done, N hopped up, grinned at me, kissed my forehead, and said, “That was for your new blog! You have something to write about today!”


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Discovering hashtags

My first few days using twitter have been… educational.

Not only can I refer to an account using the @ symbol (I’m @ladybugsadey, by the way) – but I can also refer to specific topics by using a hashtag. Also known as a number sign.


So one of my tweets yesterday had to do with my current wordcount for a novel I’m working on (details soon!), and how I hadn’t quite met my goal by noon:

19920! words before noon. Too bad my goal was 20k. Hmm… maybe the author of bdsm erotica should get a #spank for missing goals! 🙂

To which someone replied:

@ladybugsadey you like a good disciplinary spanking?

!!! wow! Social networking is interesting. No wonder it’s all some people can talk about.

And, why yes I would, Mr. [Undisclosed twitter username]!

Any advice for me on twitter, facebook, and other social sites?

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