Sunday, July 26, 2009
So now I'm giddy waiting for Thursday to get here. There will be a nice mix of old friends and new members. Many of the new members are young people, which I love to see. I love for them to understand that our club isn't just a bunch of older people. Our membership runs the gamut from twenty-somethings to several members in their sixties and seventies. That people from this diverse of an age group are getting together to have fun really does blow my mind. Some of these people I have been playing with since I began in the spanking scene more than six years ago. A few will be completely new to me, but hopefully we'll be friends before the weekend is over.
I haven't given a moment's thought to what I'm going to wear. I will probably just toss a bunch of things into my suitcase and head off. I used to spend weeks before a party agonizing over the perfect outfit. Then it dawned on me. Most of these people are my friends. It makes no difference to them what I show up in. As long as I'm there and I'm getting spanked, they're happy. So now I don't expend so much time on little details like what to wear. Mind you, once I do pick something, I'll make sure it's in perfect condition (no stains, perish the thought, or wrinkles) before I pack it. And panties? Well, I didn't get any new ones this time so the tops will just have to be satisfied with the ones I have. And you know what? They probably will be. None that I have played with in, let's say, the last three or four years, has cared one bit about what kind of panties I'm wearing. I know some guys have a panty fetish and, in fact, most do love unwrapping the package, but as far as lingering over my underwear? Nope. The ladies at the party are more apt to notice and comment on my choice of foundations. It's happened more than once.
Cigi and I had planned on taking the bus up to the party, but that just isn't going to be an option for us now or in the future. For one thing, the bus is prohibitively expensive. Two round-trip tickets would have set us back about $150.00 plus tax. Add to that the fact that it's a long cab ride out to the airport to catch the bus and the fact that the bus doesn't even go to the city where the party is going to be (it goes straight to downtown Chicago) which means another long cab ride and, well, you get the picture. We wouldn't have been able to afford our share of the hotel room. So we asked our nephew to drive us. He was apologetic, but he said he couldn't. He had lost his driver's license because he had let his insurance lapse. I had no idea they even did that. Of course, my nephew probably has the worst driving record in the state of Illinois. So he asked his girlfriend to do it and, since she used to live in Chicago, she agreed. I have to admit I was really disappointed when I realized the bus wasn't going to work out. I hadn't really wanted to spend four hours on a bus anyway. And it wasn't going to leave the airport until 2:30 in the afternoon. It would be after seven o'clock when we got there. The party would be in full swing with no time to rest or freshen up. No, not an option. But what other choice did we have? Once I realized that the bus wasn't going to be an option for us, I thought we would have to miss the party yet again. But, thanks to Cigi's quick thinking, we're in. Unless, of course, something goes wrong between now and Thursday. I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed.
Just getting the days off I needed was a hurdle in itself. Where I work, you have to give them 30 days' notice if you need a day off. There's a special form to fill out and then you have to put it in your Zone Manager's box. My Zone Manager has never failed to give me the time off I needed for a party. Of course, if he knew the reason I was going it might be a different story. Imagine my surprise when I go to my mailbox and retrieve my forms. I glanced down at the form and saw the NO box checked. Now what was I going to do? I didn't want to act like a spoiled brat over the matter (especially considering this particular Zone Manager had always given me the time off I needed) but getting the days off was imperative. I hated to do it, but I went over his head to the Store Manager, a man who was always sympathetic to the needs of his employees. I offered to take the days as voluntary non-paid days off. I really can't afford it, but it's better than not going. He gave me the days off I needed and a couple of extras (which I will need so I can recuperate from all the spankings I plan to get over the weekend). I sure hope he noticed that I have unused vacation time.
Because of all the hassles, I haven't allowed myself to get too excited about the party. But now, with the last hurdle cleared, I have sort of eased up and let that kid-before-Christmas feeling that I normally get before a party creep in a bit. However, my excitement is checked somewhat knowing that one person will forever be absent--my friend, Lyn, who died of throat cancer last month. Little did I know that when Cigi and I saw her last October at the CM Halloween party, it would be the last time we would see her. I really hope that CM has something special planned for her. She and her husband were long-time members.
So expect a party report when I return next Sunday. I can hardly wait!
Monday, July 6, 2009
The man in the photo is Chris Carpenter, the right-handed ace of the pitching staff. In 2006, he won the National League Cy Young Award with a record of 22-5. Not too shabby. Many say he's on his way to a second award. However, when the man is pitching, I'm not thinking about that. What AM I thinking of, you ask? I'm thinking about the fact that, to my spanko-trained eye, it looks like Chris could give a hell of a spanking. Physically, he's an imposing sight. He's 6'6" and usually weighs around 230 pounds. He's my kind of spanker---tall, solidly built and good with his hands. He has a commanding presence on the mound, too and somewhat of a mean streak. More traits of a good spanker. So while all the writers and scouts and vanilla sports fans talk about his cut fastball (his best pitch) I'm usually thinking about nice it would be to be across his rather ample lap. Spanking and Cardinal baseball are my two favorite things so it's only natural that I try to find ways to combine the two. Granted, Chris would never be mistaken for Brad Pitt (as evidenced by the pic) but there's just something rugged and unmistakably masculine about most baseball players, especially Carp (as he's affectionately known by us fans). He's one of those that doesn't have a tattoo (that I can see anyway) and his ears and neck aren't loaded down with jewelry. His pitching motion contains no wasted motion and when he speaks to the press, no wasted words either. He's just a guy who goes out and does what he gets paid to do (when he's not on the DL, that is). And, as a spanking girl, that's very appealing to me. I can imagine how a scene with him might go. He likes to laugh and have a good time, but when it comes time to get to work, he does it...cooly and efficiently. His job is to make opposing batters look weak and helpless and, for the most part, he accomplishes that. However, that's not what really draws me to him. Now, don't get me wrong. I love it when he keeps those batters off-balance and guessing. I would imagine that, during a spanking scene, he would be just as capable of doing the same thing to any girl fortunate enough to find herself on the receiving end. But, alas, this is fantasy. The reality is that he would probably find a woman who loved being spanked scandalous. But then, he's probably vanilla and that's just what I would expect. Oh, but I can sure dream!