Leaving Las Vegas, 2025 – a Party Report – Part 2

So we take up with Part 2 of my Labor Day 2025 Oasis party report! The second half of the party was just as exciting but less stressful for me. I found my footing with friends and felt a lot less anxious. I got to play with some new people and try some new things, and they’re still in my head. A reminder that this post will have both vanilla and NSFW photos, so read in public at your own risk!

On Saturday, I tried to sleep in but was unsuccessful. I got coffee with a friend and went back to my room to loaf and do some laundry in my little travel laundry bag. By the time I’d finished, I was ready for food and headed out in search of something outside the hotel. Fremont Street left a lot to be desired so I headed into the Circa hotel across the street from the Plaza and to their deli with a friend – I finally had a proper protein filled meal of steak & eggs. Next on the agenda was shopping. I had been wanting to drag this friend clothes shopping for a long time and now was our chance – since we live in different states – and we headed off to Ross. I really like Ross because unlike Marshall’s and TJMaxx, they actually have a plus section, not just the whisper of a plus rack, so I can shop alongside my straight sized friends very easily. She found several things, including a new outfit for the Saturday evening formal dinner which was themed “Dark Academia” and I found some wide legged jeans covered in bows, a t-shirt, a skirted romper, some autumn themed Hello Kitty pajamas, and…a plush Gilmore Girls blanket! I wasn’t sure how I’d get it home but dang it, I was determined. We headed back to the hotel so she could go out for a late lunch with friends at the Hofbräuhaus (known for their tendency to paddle patrons, and thus a favorite amongst the Vegas spanko visitors). I returned to my room, shower, and changed. I put my hair into buns hoping for some heatless curls for dinner, but they were unsuccessful.

I asked the person who hand spanked me twice Thursday night (M, if you recall), if he’d like to play again. He said sure, and someone who was buying a hairbrush from me was with him, so I could come right then and pass that off and we could play. After a quick run down of the hard limits (frat style paddles + things with holes, etc) he opted for leather, after discussing my love for receiving it over jeans. Whew! He did not hold back and it was delightful. I think he started with a Hanks belt, of which I’ve never met one I didn’t love. He jokingly scolded me for running the “spanko dark web” because I have an “After Dark” telegram chat that is a safe space for spankos to discuss the more sexual and/or taboo things we like adjacent to our spanking (namely: butt stuff, if I’m honest). It was physically intense but otherwise fairly light hearted and fun and exactly the kind of play I love early on with folks. My jeans eventually came down and we continued, I think he used the belt and another strap. Then he took a thinner strap to my thighs, which I am pretty sure made me squeal.

I didn’t realize there was a photo & cocktail hour before dinner, but I didn’t rush to get ready. I wore a black dress with lace detailing and put a bow in my hair for the very first time! I was a little self conscious at first but ultimately ended up loving it. I joined a few friends in the main room for dinner, ate a bit, had some dessert, and grabbed a drink. It was fun to see everyone dressed up and everyone’s take on “dark academia” – there were a lot of plaid themed outfits and plenty of school girl ones. Lots of suits for the men and other very sharp outfits. I am such a sucker for men dressed up, as much as I love casual above all else.

I also borrowed a tripod from another party attendee (thanks R!) so I could take my classic hotel photos. The first I snagged was after the fancy dinner, while I still had my dress on and bow in my hair (I left it but I wanted to capture the whole thing!) to see how my bruises were blooming. To my surprise, they were massive. Since I love leather and play quite hard with it quite often, I was genuinely surprised I bruised this much over jeans – but not at all displeased. I loved these marks – my only concern was whether or not other people would be comfortable spanking me over them, as long as I was ok with it. I think I look SO CUTE in these photos!

I changed for the suites, back into jeans, for the same reason as earlier – I feel confident in them and also thought people would be more comfortable playing with me bruised if I had some layer of protection. I spent a lot of time chatting with friends before making my way into one of the suites to watch someone I know, but am not close with, using a “horse whip” on several of their friends. This wasn’t a whip so much as what most in the horse world would probably call a slapper bat? I’m not so up on the horse tack terminology, so truly what do I know. I very much wanted to try it and had been curious to play with this person also, so I nudged her wife and whispered, “How does one go about getting horse whipped?” and she yelled out, “Marie wants to get horse whipped!” which turned it rather fun. I turned bright red of course, but then it was my turn! I could have let her use that thing on me for ages. The very end of our scene got interrupted, but I thoroughly enjoyed it and it did just enough to redden me up over my bruises through my jeans, and leave a few marks as well.

Another non-spanking thing I did on Saturday was finally play the Silver Strike slot machine that only the Plaza and one other hotel has. I did this after dinner before heading back upstairs. On this machine, if you play the max bet (.75c) and get the “Silver Strike” symbol, you can win a $10 silver coin. Basically a souvenir. I don’t know if you can cash them in if you want, but I suspect you can? I actually won three during the weekend, but ironically, the first time was this coin with the hotel CEO’s face on it.

That was it for Saturday, and Sunday was a quiet, lazy day. I had another unfortunate interaction with the same person from Friday night and a hairbrush, that stuck me with the need for some alone time. I headed off the strip for some breakfast at Honey Salt, a restaurant close to the Suncoast, which is the hotel Shadow Lane was hosted at from 2007-2019. My group of friends had always gone there for a meal together and I was particularly feeling the loss of that friend group on Sunday morning. I had a delicious breakfast – I chose the BELT off their menu, which delighted me but also happened to be very good. Then I had to put air in my rental car tires and honestly by the time I got back to the hotel, I was tired!

I did set up some time to play with a new friend and he came and gave me a long, relaxing, and very chatty hand spanking. The best way to newly connect with someone, in my opinion! I also took some of my favorite all-alone-in-a-clean-hotel-bed photos while I still had the tripod. My bruises from Saturday had bloomed rather large by then, and were quite tender.

Sunday night in the suites was quieter but not empty. There were still a lot of people at the party even though many had left. Earlier in the afternoon were both the Littles Event, Boys & Bois party, and in the evening, the middles Family Vacation event. I had planned to possibly attend that one, just to see, but since the former friend I was avoiding was going, I decided it was an easy no for me. I headed downstairs to chat with P instead, and since I was wearing very full fitting white panties, what could he do but tawse me (again)? This time he used his genuine John J Dick lochgelly tawse, instead of my P. McRostie one. I love being spanked over existing bruises/tenderness, so this really worked for me. He was also not gentle with these strokes and they were more quickly delivered. It was hot and perfect. He focused a bit lower, so the stripes would be more visible, and even though my panties stayed up, they offered zero protection as he pulled them snug.

Back up in the suites, I got caned one more time by P after hilariously whining that “Everyone is being caned but me!” and had some pretty stripes on my sit spots. I also took the chance to take a new friend over my knee! We had been chatting for some time and he had helped me acquire a few hairbrushes from the UK, and I helped him acquire one of his very own, so what better way to cement a new friendship than by engaging in some scientific experimentation, comparing those hairbrushes? I popped down to my room and got the last large one I had (and still have!!) for sale, along with my new holy grail hairbrush, and headed back up to get acquainted. We started with a few from each brush, heaviest (his, I believe) to lightest – with my holy grail being the middle option and my other one being the lightest. He’s a giggly fun bottom to spank and eventually, I asked the room how many they thought it would take to get him kicking and squirming. One friend helpfully offered up 8 but that was laughable so I did 31 – medium hard and fast – from each. Then kept going, because why not? Here are the two of mine I used. His is similar sized/shape to my holy grail (the larger of these two) but has a nicer wood grain IMO. The smaller one on the left of these is currently for sale, by the way, so message me if you’re interested.

I then watched some lovely scenes, including a terrifying and amazingly hot one of Vee being double teamed and positively destroyed (in the best way), living out her dreams. It was bed after that for me!

Monday was quiet again but I had made a brunch reservation for Alexxa’s on the strip, so I had time to be up and out at 9:30 or so. It was a fixed price, bottomless tapas style brunch and the food was AMAZING! I was supposed to have a small group but it ended up only being K and I which was actually nice and quiet after the chaos of the weekend. Here is just some of the food we ate!

I also packed what I could and organized the rest of my stuff, took a short afternoon nap, and dropped K at the airport. I tried to head to the suites Monday night to play at least once – much much quieter with most people gone – but was so exhausted, I headed back to my room to rest for 30 min and woke up 3 hours later. I checked my phone and then fell back asleep again until nearly 10am. Luckily, Tuesday was check out day. I went to the front desk and got a late check out at 4pm and then had some breakfast at Hash House. I headed up to finish packing and connected with the new friend from Sunday again, and he came and gave me a really delightful hand spanking and showed me how a few of his vintage razor strops felt. Not overly hard but a nice way to end the weekend, with a rosy hue.

Then it was off to a few errands and the airport. I was very early for my red eye flight but I had a rental car to return and it was becoming clear to me that the allergies from the casino smoke were turning into actual sickness and I was exhausted. Getting rid of my backs at the check-in desk was amazing and I got some tea, sat near my gate, and rested. I had a layover unfortunately, but was able to sleep the entirety of both flights on the way home which really helped with having to collect my luggage, take a shuttle to my car, and drive an hour home, where I changed into pajamas, tested positive for COVID, and crashed into bed at noon. Luckily, I am feeling a lot better, testing negative, and no one I spent time with on Monday & Tuesday when I’d run out of my daily tests, has been sick or tested positive.

So that’s a national party weekend! What do you think? Would you go if you haven’t already? Is there anything else you’d like to know? Later this week I am going to post the first of a few blogs with the good memories from last year, now that I have some distance from processing the difficult moments of that whole weekend, so keep an eye out!

-M