I chat with people from all over the country. As you can imagine, no two are alike. They all have things they love and things they hate. And things they are indifferent to, I've discovered. During the course of my many, many chats, I've come to the conclusion that some guys like panties more than others. Some WAY more than others. I've played with guys who treated my carefully chosen pair of panties as nothing more than a nuscence to be gotten out of the way. I've also played with guys who took some time to admire my taste in foundations before taking them down. Now until recently, I had been chatting with a gentleman from the west coast who took panty loving to a whole nother level. His profile said he was a switch so I decided to see if he wanted to chat. I got no response the first time so I shrugged and moved on. The next day, he left me an offline message telling me he would love to chat about spanking. In the course of our chats, I discovered that he was into a lot more than just spanking. He sent me photos of himself sitting on a cactus. Now I thought I was a pain puppy, but I would never in a million years go there. Not even on a bet. It wasn't the cactus that drew me to the picture. It was his pants...or panties to be more precise. They were vintage nylon panties with lace at the legs. Just adorable. He informed me that his panty fetish went back to his days in grade school. I didn't find out if he wore panties when he topped or not. Anyway, he stopped looking me up for chat because I'm apparently not voting for the right person.
Another form of panty freak is the kind who likes to give them away to women they play with at parties. We have one in CM and he keeps a box of them in his room apparently and allows the women he plays with to choose any pair they want. And, no, to my knowledge, you don't have to surrender the pair you were wearing previously.
I have also known a guy who keeps panties for women to model for him before he spanks them. I have never played with him so I don't have firsthand knowledge of this. But I have heard it from people I would have no trouble believing.
All of this lends itself to an observation--some guys like panties and some guys REALLY like panties. Either on you or on themselves. So what is it about them? Is it the softness of them as you spank that gorgeous bottom beneath? Is it knowing that soon the panties will come down and take their rightful place in the crook of some lady's knees? Is it being able to see the bottom you're spanking through them?
For me, I love finding nice panties that make my bottom look cute (no easy task, I assure you). I like interesting colors that you don't see everyday (like black, red, pink and white). I like knowing that most of the tops I play with will take a minute to admire the package I have so painstakingly wrapped. But I would like to get a take on this from a tops' perspective. There's a Crimson Moon party in nine days....gee, I'd better go buy some panties.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Fearless Spanking Seekers....Or Excuse Me, Your Hand Is On My Butt!
Today when I was at work, an incident occurred that I didn't quite know how to react to. I work in retail and part of the job (unfortunately) is going up to the return desk and collecting all of that day's impulse purchases. As I was wheeling my cart full of stuff back to my department, I saw a young couple standing in one of the check out lines. As I approached, the girl said something flip to the guy and he gave her a solid swat on the butt. This happened right as I was walking past. The guy looked at me somewhat derisively and said (with an attitude) "What's the matter with YOU? Haven't you ever seen a guy smack a girl on the butt before?" She giggled and chided him, but he was clearly thinking that I was offended by his behavior. If I hadn't been at work, I would have laughed and said something like "Young man, if you only KNEW!" As it was, my only response was to smile and continue walking.
Now, the reason I told this little story is because it got me thinking. As spankos, how often do we engage in behavior that is purely meant to elicit the kind of response that young couple got from me? The sort of behavior that tells onlookers "Yes, I get spanked and don't you wish you did?" For some reason, I sort of feel like everyone who doesn't get spanked is jealous of those of us who do. This probably isn't true, but I like to think that vanillas are missing out on something. I truly believe that spankos have more fun and LOTS more fun than their vanilla counterparts. Again, probably not true, but to us, spanking is the funnest thing there is. As a female bottom, I actively seek men to spank me. I suppose this is the same as a vanilla woman looking to get men to buy her jewelry and furs and tickets to the theater. The vanilla woman on the shopping spree probably thinks nothing in the world could top spending an entire day trying on shoes and jeans and checking out purses and other goodies. For me, the best days are ones spent getting spanked, being taken out to a nice dinner and then getting spanked some more. Now don't get me wrong. I like the shop as much as the next girl. But if I had to choose between a sale at Macy's or a visit from my favorite top, I would have to say that the sale at Macy's would be second choice to how I would rather spend it---draped over the lap of a top who is paddling me like crazy. Can shopping top that? I think not.
Now, the reason I told this little story is because it got me thinking. As spankos, how often do we engage in behavior that is purely meant to elicit the kind of response that young couple got from me? The sort of behavior that tells onlookers "Yes, I get spanked and don't you wish you did?" For some reason, I sort of feel like everyone who doesn't get spanked is jealous of those of us who do. This probably isn't true, but I like to think that vanillas are missing out on something. I truly believe that spankos have more fun and LOTS more fun than their vanilla counterparts. Again, probably not true, but to us, spanking is the funnest thing there is. As a female bottom, I actively seek men to spank me. I suppose this is the same as a vanilla woman looking to get men to buy her jewelry and furs and tickets to the theater. The vanilla woman on the shopping spree probably thinks nothing in the world could top spending an entire day trying on shoes and jeans and checking out purses and other goodies. For me, the best days are ones spent getting spanked, being taken out to a nice dinner and then getting spanked some more. Now don't get me wrong. I like the shop as much as the next girl. But if I had to choose between a sale at Macy's or a visit from my favorite top, I would have to say that the sale at Macy's would be second choice to how I would rather spend it---draped over the lap of a top who is paddling me like crazy. Can shopping top that? I think not.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
Going over old emails that I have printed and kept over the years I've been in the spanking scene, it occurred to me that many of the first men to spank me have gone out of my life for one reason or another. I will never forget any of them for various reasons.
The first man to ever spank me as an adult has left the group we both used to belong to. It was at a Crimson Moon party. I was a very nervous newbie in March, 2003 when he and I first hooked up. The man I had chosen as my first sent me an email the day before the party with the doleful news that he was going to have to miss the party. From the wording in the email, it dawned on me that this man expected me to miss the party, too, since he (the world's best spanker in his opinion) wouldn't be there. But I wrote him back, telling him that, while I would miss him, I was going ahead with my plans to attend the party. The man who actually spanked me knew he was second choice, but he loved being a lady's first spanker. Cigi and I arrived at around 4 pm and by 4:30, this man had me over his knee. I was glad I got that first one out of the way. I know this is probably a bad way to look at it. I should have savored it for all it was worth. But I wanted to get on with other spankings and someone had to be first. I played unwisely at that first party and wore the bruises for six weeks. But I wouldn't trade that experience for anything in the world.
Another of my first spankers left me on rather bad terms last November. He wanted Cigi and I to come down to his place and spend the weekend of our birthday (New Years Day) with him. He first emailed me with the offer in September. At the time he first emailed me, I was under the weather with a bad case of bronchitis and an ear infection. It took about four or five days for me to get around to answering my mail. I told him I had no idea what my schedule would be at that time but that, when the date got a little closer, I would have a better idea. This wasn't good enough for him. He accused me of ignoring his emails and of being bored with him. Now, to be absolutely truthful, I was becoming bored with him. We first started getting together in May, 2003, right after the Peoria Spanking group was formed. Now this guy was an appearance freak. By this I mean that appearances are everything to him. He went out of his way to make sure that no one saw beneath his conservative, insurance man exterior. His home was neat as pin. I had never been in the home of a bachelor that was cleaner. My fussy grandma's house wasn't cleaner. Often, he would have either me or Cigi (whichever one he wasn't spanking) go outside and listen to make sure no one could hear the spanking sounds. He usually had music playing, a fan on, and often closed all the windows in summer. Not to mention the blinds were always pulled down and closed tight. He came to a couple of parties and was popular until he ruined it for himself. I won't go into the details here. I think Cigi already did that on her blog anyway. The main thing I remember about this guy was the superiority vibe I always got from him. He acted like touching me was a chore and he was afraid his hands would get dirty. He also was always throwing his college education in our faces, sometimes benignly (is that a word? LOL) and sometimes meanly. Finally, after about the fourth email in which he accused me of ignoring his email, I got my famous dander up. I shot off an angry response in which I called him a whiner and told him to get his issues sorted out. He sent me back an email asking me not to contact him again. It had the distinct feel of a business email to it. It hardly sounded like someone who had had me bare bottom over his knee times too many to count. Oh well...good riddance to him.
Another man I got together with for about a year got married. We met through Peoria Spanking and he informed me upfront that he had very limited experience. We chatted a few times and then made plans to meet. At the time, my vanilla brother and his family were living with us and we couldn't meet there. I had a wonderful friend who knew what we were into who gave me a key and said to use his house anytime we needed it during the day when he was at work. This guy was a switch and the first time we met, I absolutely refused to spank him, despite the fact that he drove for over an hour to get to Peoria. However, the next time we met, we drove back to his place and I did top him. I didn't enjoy it that much but I did it because he had driven so far. However, as time went on, I did start to enjoy spanking him. On one of our last weekends together, he took me to St. Louis to a weekend series between my beloved Cardinals and the Arizona Diamondbacks (or D-backs as they are called). The tickets and the hotel couldn't have been cheap. We went to the first game on Saturday (actually the second game of the series) and it was great. My Cardinals won 7-0 and the guy spent the whole night tawsing me with one of Ian's great tawses. The next day, when I saw the red plastic seat I was expected to sit on, I balked. I had to roll up my Cardinal jacket and sit on that. That Ian sure knows how to make toys! No wonder he's my favorite toymaker. The Cardinals had a chance to clinch the division that day, but they lost 3-2. However, I did get to meet some of the players before the game and spent the time fantasizing about being over their knees and being spanked by their big baseball player hands. I started a new job about a week later and he made a surprise appearance at my job. He took me home and spanked me wonderfully right before a play-off game. Had I known it would be the last time I would see him, I might have relished it more. Just a week or so later, he was chatting with Cigi when she asked if he could come to town and play but he gave her a terse "I don't think so". Poor Cigi was perplexed, to put it mildly. He told her he had met someone and that we would no longer be getting together. I was sad to lose this guy as a friend, unlike the insurance man. Apparently, his wife is vanilla and wouldn't tolerate him meeting other women for spanking play.
Another one I met at a Crimson Moon party moved to California and apparently forgot my phone number and email address. This guy was kind of special to me because he was one of the few who would spank me as hard as I liked. A lot of people just aren't comfortable spanking that hard. But he drove all the way from his home in a Chicago suburb to Peoria quite a few times to spank Cigi and I. His visits always included a nice lunch at the restaurant of our choice and occasionally discipline if we asked for it. He was the one who introduced me to the stone paddle and I fell in love with its distinctive sting. Plus he was very tall and I love tall spankers. It always makes me feel a little bit self-conscious to get spanked by someone who's smaller than I am. When he moved to California to change jobs, he became heavily involved in swinging and I guess lost interest in spanking.
Another one who has gone out of my life is a guy who lives in Kentucky. He was that guy who wrote me the day before my first party and punked out on me. We chatted or spoke on the phone almost everyday, despite the fact that he was often on the road because of his job. We finally did meet in July, 2003 at a Crimson Moon party. The first time I played with him, it was obvious that his style wasn't conducive to parties. He liked long sessions...two hours at least. When a party is one weekend and time is limited, two hours is an eternity. When I explained this to him, he told me (a touch arrogantly, I thought) "Someday you'll want quality over quantity." He came down to Peoria to help us celebrate our birthday. I wasn't working at the time and had endless free time to play (between bouts of job hunting, that is). He brought another girl with him who we knew from Crimson Moon. It was a fun day. One thing I remember about that day is that it was really cold and we took pictures that didn't turn out for some reason. That July party was the only one he made it to, though it's my understanding that he attends parties in other groups and hosts the occasional house party. We haven't seen him in about two and a half years. He has a girlfriend now so we can just get lost I guess. What happened to all that Southern gentleman "darlin'" stuff?
So now it's time to cultivate new spanking friends. Whether I ever meet any of these men is open to speculation. But chatting and sharing experiences is fun in itself. I also feel that blogging has broadened my horizons, too. Having said that, I want to thank Mr. Richard Windsor for giving me permission to add a link to his fantastic blog to this one and for adding a link for mine to his. Who knows? Maybe one day in the future he will be able to add me to his "bloggers I've spanked" rollcall.
Have a good night all!
The first man to ever spank me as an adult has left the group we both used to belong to. It was at a Crimson Moon party. I was a very nervous newbie in March, 2003 when he and I first hooked up. The man I had chosen as my first sent me an email the day before the party with the doleful news that he was going to have to miss the party. From the wording in the email, it dawned on me that this man expected me to miss the party, too, since he (the world's best spanker in his opinion) wouldn't be there. But I wrote him back, telling him that, while I would miss him, I was going ahead with my plans to attend the party. The man who actually spanked me knew he was second choice, but he loved being a lady's first spanker. Cigi and I arrived at around 4 pm and by 4:30, this man had me over his knee. I was glad I got that first one out of the way. I know this is probably a bad way to look at it. I should have savored it for all it was worth. But I wanted to get on with other spankings and someone had to be first. I played unwisely at that first party and wore the bruises for six weeks. But I wouldn't trade that experience for anything in the world.
Another of my first spankers left me on rather bad terms last November. He wanted Cigi and I to come down to his place and spend the weekend of our birthday (New Years Day) with him. He first emailed me with the offer in September. At the time he first emailed me, I was under the weather with a bad case of bronchitis and an ear infection. It took about four or five days for me to get around to answering my mail. I told him I had no idea what my schedule would be at that time but that, when the date got a little closer, I would have a better idea. This wasn't good enough for him. He accused me of ignoring his emails and of being bored with him. Now, to be absolutely truthful, I was becoming bored with him. We first started getting together in May, 2003, right after the Peoria Spanking group was formed. Now this guy was an appearance freak. By this I mean that appearances are everything to him. He went out of his way to make sure that no one saw beneath his conservative, insurance man exterior. His home was neat as pin. I had never been in the home of a bachelor that was cleaner. My fussy grandma's house wasn't cleaner. Often, he would have either me or Cigi (whichever one he wasn't spanking) go outside and listen to make sure no one could hear the spanking sounds. He usually had music playing, a fan on, and often closed all the windows in summer. Not to mention the blinds were always pulled down and closed tight. He came to a couple of parties and was popular until he ruined it for himself. I won't go into the details here. I think Cigi already did that on her blog anyway. The main thing I remember about this guy was the superiority vibe I always got from him. He acted like touching me was a chore and he was afraid his hands would get dirty. He also was always throwing his college education in our faces, sometimes benignly (is that a word? LOL) and sometimes meanly. Finally, after about the fourth email in which he accused me of ignoring his email, I got my famous dander up. I shot off an angry response in which I called him a whiner and told him to get his issues sorted out. He sent me back an email asking me not to contact him again. It had the distinct feel of a business email to it. It hardly sounded like someone who had had me bare bottom over his knee times too many to count. Oh well...good riddance to him.
Another man I got together with for about a year got married. We met through Peoria Spanking and he informed me upfront that he had very limited experience. We chatted a few times and then made plans to meet. At the time, my vanilla brother and his family were living with us and we couldn't meet there. I had a wonderful friend who knew what we were into who gave me a key and said to use his house anytime we needed it during the day when he was at work. This guy was a switch and the first time we met, I absolutely refused to spank him, despite the fact that he drove for over an hour to get to Peoria. However, the next time we met, we drove back to his place and I did top him. I didn't enjoy it that much but I did it because he had driven so far. However, as time went on, I did start to enjoy spanking him. On one of our last weekends together, he took me to St. Louis to a weekend series between my beloved Cardinals and the Arizona Diamondbacks (or D-backs as they are called). The tickets and the hotel couldn't have been cheap. We went to the first game on Saturday (actually the second game of the series) and it was great. My Cardinals won 7-0 and the guy spent the whole night tawsing me with one of Ian's great tawses. The next day, when I saw the red plastic seat I was expected to sit on, I balked. I had to roll up my Cardinal jacket and sit on that. That Ian sure knows how to make toys! No wonder he's my favorite toymaker. The Cardinals had a chance to clinch the division that day, but they lost 3-2. However, I did get to meet some of the players before the game and spent the time fantasizing about being over their knees and being spanked by their big baseball player hands. I started a new job about a week later and he made a surprise appearance at my job. He took me home and spanked me wonderfully right before a play-off game. Had I known it would be the last time I would see him, I might have relished it more. Just a week or so later, he was chatting with Cigi when she asked if he could come to town and play but he gave her a terse "I don't think so". Poor Cigi was perplexed, to put it mildly. He told her he had met someone and that we would no longer be getting together. I was sad to lose this guy as a friend, unlike the insurance man. Apparently, his wife is vanilla and wouldn't tolerate him meeting other women for spanking play.
Another one I met at a Crimson Moon party moved to California and apparently forgot my phone number and email address. This guy was kind of special to me because he was one of the few who would spank me as hard as I liked. A lot of people just aren't comfortable spanking that hard. But he drove all the way from his home in a Chicago suburb to Peoria quite a few times to spank Cigi and I. His visits always included a nice lunch at the restaurant of our choice and occasionally discipline if we asked for it. He was the one who introduced me to the stone paddle and I fell in love with its distinctive sting. Plus he was very tall and I love tall spankers. It always makes me feel a little bit self-conscious to get spanked by someone who's smaller than I am. When he moved to California to change jobs, he became heavily involved in swinging and I guess lost interest in spanking.
Another one who has gone out of my life is a guy who lives in Kentucky. He was that guy who wrote me the day before my first party and punked out on me. We chatted or spoke on the phone almost everyday, despite the fact that he was often on the road because of his job. We finally did meet in July, 2003 at a Crimson Moon party. The first time I played with him, it was obvious that his style wasn't conducive to parties. He liked long sessions...two hours at least. When a party is one weekend and time is limited, two hours is an eternity. When I explained this to him, he told me (a touch arrogantly, I thought) "Someday you'll want quality over quantity." He came down to Peoria to help us celebrate our birthday. I wasn't working at the time and had endless free time to play (between bouts of job hunting, that is). He brought another girl with him who we knew from Crimson Moon. It was a fun day. One thing I remember about that day is that it was really cold and we took pictures that didn't turn out for some reason. That July party was the only one he made it to, though it's my understanding that he attends parties in other groups and hosts the occasional house party. We haven't seen him in about two and a half years. He has a girlfriend now so we can just get lost I guess. What happened to all that Southern gentleman "darlin'" stuff?
So now it's time to cultivate new spanking friends. Whether I ever meet any of these men is open to speculation. But chatting and sharing experiences is fun in itself. I also feel that blogging has broadened my horizons, too. Having said that, I want to thank Mr. Richard Windsor for giving me permission to add a link to his fantastic blog to this one and for adding a link for mine to his. Who knows? Maybe one day in the future he will be able to add me to his "bloggers I've spanked" rollcall.
Have a good night all!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
TTWD
Like it or not, I have had to come to the inescapable realization that we live in a "text message" world. You know that place. The one where GR-8 substitutes for "great" and TY takes the place of actually spelling out "thank you". As spankos, we are adept at using codewords or double speak to talk about spanking, both to each other (like when you're talking to a person that aren't sure about as far as their participation goes) and especially when vanillas are present.
We have a hard time actually saying the word spanking. So we use catch phrases like "that thing we do" to signify that we're talking about spanking. I have no problem saying "spanking" out loud or discussing it with anyone who wants to listen. But apparently, I'm the exception because "that thing we do" is almost universally understood among spankos and lifestyle people as meaning spanking. And it's gotten even worse. Now no one even says "that thing we do" anymore. More and more, I when I visit a website devoted to spanking, I see TTWD has actually replaced the euphemism we used to say when we meant spanking.
I guess it's ultra-modern to use text speak in other areas---such as speech and on message boards. But I'm a bit old-fashioned, raised as I was by plain speaking people who just came out and said what was on their mind. Our lifestyle lends itself to a certain amount of euphemistic speech but I would hate to see this wonderful, gratifying, satisfying, fun activity reduced to TTWD.
I know a certain amount of discretion is required at times, but even among spankos, we have a problem coming out and saying the word. I wonder why this is? I would love to get some thoughts from others on this subject. I know I haven't blogged in awhile and that this one is a short entry...but just not much to say.
We have a hard time actually saying the word spanking. So we use catch phrases like "that thing we do" to signify that we're talking about spanking. I have no problem saying "spanking" out loud or discussing it with anyone who wants to listen. But apparently, I'm the exception because "that thing we do" is almost universally understood among spankos and lifestyle people as meaning spanking. And it's gotten even worse. Now no one even says "that thing we do" anymore. More and more, I when I visit a website devoted to spanking, I see TTWD has actually replaced the euphemism we used to say when we meant spanking.
I guess it's ultra-modern to use text speak in other areas---such as speech and on message boards. But I'm a bit old-fashioned, raised as I was by plain speaking people who just came out and said what was on their mind. Our lifestyle lends itself to a certain amount of euphemistic speech but I would hate to see this wonderful, gratifying, satisfying, fun activity reduced to TTWD.
I know a certain amount of discretion is required at times, but even among spankos, we have a problem coming out and saying the word. I wonder why this is? I would love to get some thoughts from others on this subject. I know I haven't blogged in awhile and that this one is a short entry...but just not much to say.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
July Party Write-Up
Well, it's taken me a week to process so I can write about the July Crimson Moon party. It ran from July 31st to August 2nd. We rented a car and drove up with our buddy, Purple Angel. We had great weather and she got a free upgrade on the car. Very nice and comfortable. We had several delays which kept us from getting on the rode as early as we'd planned. First, we had to make a stop at Wal-Mart because we were out of something one should never go to a party without (I'm talking about deodorant here) and then we had to get some food before I died. I was really hungry and prevailed upon her to take us through drive-thru for some burgers. After a mix-up involving our drinks, we were truly on the road. I can't explain the feeling I had during the whole drive up. I just felt giddy and euphoric the whole way there. I was driving to a spanking party with one of my best friends in the world and I had my sister with me. It was great. We did manage to get lost once, but even that was a temporary situation.
This party was being held at a hotel I'd never been to before so I didn't know what to expect. When we drove up, I had my first bad thought. The neighborhood was somewhat seedy-looking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I told myself. We met GC at the hotel (he had flown in earlier) and he helped us get our bags to our room. Our room mates were already there, one of them napping in the buff LOL. It was so good to be there and to see our old roomies again. We sat and talked with the one who was awake and then we put on our party clothes and headed down to the party suite. This time, we only had to move between the seventh and eighth floors of the hotel because we didn't get a ballroom this time. And by Friday, the smattering of vanillas had checked out so we had those two floors to ourselves. We were free to play and talk freely. Although, to be honest, I saw very little public play. I think people were sort of hesitant to play in the hallway. Maybe they were afraid that someone (a vanilla) would get off the elevator having gone to the wrong floor. In October, we'll have a large public room so I expect to see a lot of public play.
The first man I played with was an old buddy of mine; a man who's been in the scene for many, many years and has a lot of experience. It really shows. Even though I would say this man is more of a bottom than an actual switch, he always tops me well and gives me just what I want. I have yet to play with his charming wife, but she's had some health issues lately and I'm never sure if she's playing or not. Maybe that will change in October.
My second scene was very interesting. It was with my roomies, another bottom and two tops---one I've been playing with for years and the other I was meeting for the first time. I got spanked by both of them and both spankings were wonderful. Some bottoms are hesitant to play with new tops (or a top who is unknown to them) but I felt secure with my friends along. He had no problem playing with other people in the room and that says a lot about him. A top who doesn't like to have his methods observed isn't one I would rush off to play with. I got to watch the other top (the one I've known for years) do some flogging and, although it's not my cup of tea, I do enjoy watching floggings. That scene went on for awhile. Our scene was breaking up when Cigi came into the room with a switch I recognized from the March party and we all left so she could play with him. I went off in search of a cold drink and some conversation. I found both easily and pretty soon was playing again. I tend to do that at parties--it's called lap surfing. You just play with whoever asks.
Because it was the first night of a three-day party, I played fairly lightly. Most people know me as a hard player, but I was trying to pace myself better than I usually do and I think I succeeded at this party. My next play partner was another man I had played with for the first time in March, although I had seen him at other parties. I wanted him to use some of his toys on me, but he shook his head and said we would do that tomorrow. It was probably a wise decision on his part. Most of his toys are nasty. But he hand spanked me very nicely and then I stayed and took a few pictures while he spanked Cigi. This guy is a young man in his late 20's and it's my hope that all of the male tops in the scene follow his example. If they do, the scene will be just fine once us older people retire from active spanking life. Just like with me, he gave her a great warm-up, promising to break out the toys the next night. We held him to that promise, believe me.
By the time I got finished with that spanking, it was time to get some food. As I stated in other blogs, Cigi and I are usually forced to economize for these parties and bring Lean Cuisines from home. So I popped one in the microwave and checked out what was on TV. As usual, nothing worth watching. I thought about bringing a book to read, but had abandoned the idea as ludicrous. Who wants to sit in their hotel room reading a book at a spanking party? So I just wolfed my food down and headed back to the party room. There wasn't a whole lot shaking. In fact, I was the only woman present. And although I was a bottom surrounded by male tops, I never got an offer to play. Maybe everyone had just played. Or, like me, they had full stomachs. Whatever the reason, I wasn't totally disappointed that I got no offers from these guys, especially after their conversation turned somewhat vulgar. As the only woman in the room, I soon found the immature banter tiresome and went off in search of more congenial company.
Believe it or not, it was beginning to get a little bit late. I started thinking about going to bed. Cigi had the same idea after I ran into her coming down the hallway from another room. I asked her if she was tired and she admitted that she was and that it might be time to consider hitting the sack. So we headed back to our room to go to bed. Our room mates were right behind us, it turned out. One of them had worked her third shift job the night before and hadn't gotten very much sleep (aside from what she could get on the drive up and the naked nap she'd taken at the hotel before we got there). We talked briefly about some of the people we'd seen and played with, but pretty soon, weariness won out and we were all soon drifting off to dreamland.
I had heard that we had had a thunderstorm during the night, but I had slept through the whole thing. And the day dawned cool and gorgeous. We went down to the hotel restaurant for the complimentary breakfast. There was plenty of seating but the food left a lot to be desired. My bagel was fine, but the biscuits and gravy weren't exactly like Mom used to make. But I was hungry, so I ate them. The company was great, as the lady in the room next to us was there, too. We had met this lady at the previous years October party and had struck up a friendship. The women in the scene have to stick up for and protect each other. And this depends on us becoming friends first. After breakfast, we went back to her room for some conversation. I hadn't seen her since March and I knew some things had been going on in her life and I wanted to touch base with her. I adore this lady, but she has issues (like most of us). One of her issues involves being conflicted over being in the lifestyle. I can relate to that as I often feel conflicted myself about certain aspects of scene life. We had a very nice conversation, during which she showed me a picture of her cat that she took with her phone. Her cat looks a lot like mine and we had a nice chuckle over that.
As much as I loved talking to my buddies, I was itching to find someone to play with and get the day going, even though I wasn't in my party clothes yet. I found one person who was interested in playing with me, but I had already played with him and politely told him I really didn't want to play with him at that moment. I was looking for someone I hadn't played with yet (at least not at this party). I was then found by the lady I had had the wonderful conversation with and she asked me if I'd like to go with her and some of the others for lunch. I was getting a little hungry by this time, so I said 'Why not?' I had no idea where Cigi was or what she was up to but I really wasn't worried. I can remember parties past where I did worry about her and that caused some conflict between us. She was angry with me then about "checking up" on her. So I've learned to trust her and stop doing it. But since she's been ill, I've caught myself doing it at various times. She understands that my worry is just the normal feelings a twin has for her twin and she doesn't get mad any more.
We went to a place close to the hotel. I wanted to get a Reuben, but I thought sauerkraut at a spanking party was a bad idea so I got something else instead. Again, there was great conversation. I remember when I got a little jaded after a couple of years in the scene. I told myself 'I don't wanna know these people. I just wanna play with 'em.' But now I find myself wanting to get to know this new batch of people in the group. Many of them are very interesting people and live very interesting lives. I'm not really into the whats and wherefores of their particular scene, but it's interesting to hear them talk about their vanilla lives. Since we were in public, that's pretty much what we had to do. The food was great, but our waitress was somewhat ditzy (think Vera from "Alice"). She got our orders confused not once, but twice. But she was so nice we left her a big tip anyway.
By the time I got back to the hotel, it was time to get showered and changed into my party clothes. I don't really dress up at the summer parties, opting more for comfort than style. But I try to look nice. The first night, I wore a denim skirt and knit tank. Pretty comfy, right? The second night, I wore hot pink shorts and a print top. I had heard that a top who loved to spank women on shorts might attend and the shorts were sort of for him. Unfortunately, he didn't show. But I still got some compliments along with several attempts to make my bottom match my attire. But the highlight of that evening (maybe the entire party) was the arrival that night of a man who I can never pass on getting caned by. He's more well known for his leather toys, but because he's English, he has to know how to cane, too and, believe me, he does. The way this came about was that I was sitting in the hallway on one of a long row of chairs talking to some other people, when a top I'd already played with came into the hallway and beckoned me. Now everyone knows I'm not submissive and it's not my thing to just go when summoned, but I thought he wanted to play again and I didn't want to pass on the chance. But he asked me a favor. He said that if he warmed me up, would I allow his friend to cane me? This guy had been at lunch with us earlier and this top knew him from another site. I think (judging from the site he was on and the fact that someone else was going to have to warm me up) that this guy was all about punishment. I don't think just playing because it's fun ever entered his mind. Anyway, the top who warmed me up did a great job. I went into the room (which was sort of quasi-public) this other guy was standing there with a bunch of canes. I wouldn't say that I was afraid of him. But I felt a little uncomfortable since I didn't know how extensive his experience with canes was. He held them out to me and asked with ones I would be interested in trying. I picked the thicker of the canes he held and explained that I don't like thin, whippy canes. He looked a bit put off by my saying I didn't like something and he was going to have to accept it because this was fun party and not a punishment. Anyway, I was glad the door was open. I got on the bed, sort of on all fours, a position he asked me to assume. I told him I couldn't hold that position very long and that I would let him know when I wanted to change positions. I think he considered this topping from the bottom because he got that same displeased expression on his face. I asked him how long he had been using the cane but his answer was non-committal. "Long enough". Well, we would soon see. He gave me about thirty strokes, about half of which missed the target. I said earlier I was glad the door had been open because the Englishman came in shaking his head. He asked the man if he could show him a different approach and the man reluctantly gave up his cane. This is how I managed to get caned by this lovely Englishman. He told the man several things he had been doing wrong and then proceeded to give the room a 20-stroke demonstration using me, his blissed out bottom, as a subject. The Englishman instructed the man in several ways to make sure he was safe and didn't wrap his subject. The man said 'Well, I find that when punishing a submissive, that wrapping isn't entirely unwanted.' The Englishman sighed heavily. 'Well, man, there are two things wrong with that. First of all, she's not a submissive and second of all, she's not getting punished. She's at a party where she has another night to play and I'm sure she doesn't want any wrap welts.' When the Englishman had finished, he returned the cane to the other guy, who thought he was going to give me more strokes. I begged off and told him I didn't want any more. I had taken about 50 strokes and that was enough. I can take more than that, but I really didn't want to play with him any more. His attitude sort of made me uncomfortable. I'd only played with him because a top I like and respect asked me to. I had a feeling he wasn't having much luck on his own.
I was pretty sore by this time and needed a rest so I went back across the hall to my room. For once, the room was empty. I wasn't hungry, but I was thirsty so I got a can of Mountain Dew out of the mini fridge. Because of my somewhat negative experience with the new top, I was afraid my head was going to go to a bad place; a place so bad that it would prevent me from enjoying the rest of the party. I thought that by carefully selecting my play partners I could totally eliminate Bad Head Space from my future experiences. But I wasn't careful this time. I allowed myself to make a decision based on what someone else wanted rather than what I wanted. I tried to use it as a learning experience and tried to keep it in perspective--no real damage had been done, after all. And I wasn't a newbie. I was well aware that just because this guy thought he was punishing me didn't mean he actually was. My head space dictates to me how the scene will go in most circumstances. Only in rare instances (back when I was still learning) had I allowed a top's head space to supersede my own. What was needed here was a dose of comic relief. And it came not a moment too soon. I went back across the hall and the Englishman was still there, telling a hilarious story about something that happened to him on a train when he was still living in England. When he saw me, he apologized for interrupting my scene with the new guy. He explained that nothing made him angrier than a so-called "disciplinarian" who doesn't know what he's doing with canes. You can mishit with a strap and, while it's a painful experience, it's unlikely to cause any lasting damage. But a mishit with a cane could be a potential disaster. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he had simply given me what he thought I should take. It was a bad scene all the way around. But it was salvaged by the good humor and expertise of an adorable Englishman who I have grown to really appreciate and grow fond of over the years.
A little while later, some good friends that I would classify as brats, came into the room and asked if anyone felt like going with them for ice cream. I thought it was getting a bit late and admitted that I was saving my money for the next day's vendor's fair, when the Englishman would have a full array of his wonderful leather things for sale. So, despite some misgivings, I passed. I wanted to stay close to the hotel and play some more now that I was rested and my head space had been rescued. I went back to the party room and found one of my favorite lady switches and asked her to play. Somehow, this evolved into a four-way scene involving me, the lady switch, Cigi and a very willing male bottom. The lady switch first spanked the three of us and then she, Cigi and I sort of ganged up on the male bottom. I don't top often but I sort of felt like I wanted to. I think it was a mistake because my head was still not in a good place entirely. The wonderful spanking from the lady switch helped though. She has an amazing collection of toys. I always love playing with her. The male bottom was extremely submissive to us, always asking if we thought he was taking his spanking well. I and Cigi both tried to explain to him that we were bottoms, not tops or Dommes. It wasn't about what we thought. It was about what he wanted. But we could never make him see that. I knew topping this guy was a major error in judgment for me. But I sure enjoyed the spanking I got from my switch friend so the experience wasn't totally negative. But I had to come to grips with the fact that I had done two scenes in a row that went against my better judgment. I thought it was time to call it a night. By the time I got back to the party room, the crowd had thinned considerably since I'd last been there. I did get to have one last scene with the man who had warmed me up earlier for his friend. This time, he used some of his toys on me. He was great. Just what I needed before bedtime. He apologized for putting me in a difficult position with his friend, but he just wanted someone to play with him. I shrugged and told him I could've said 'no'. I had thought about it, but I hadn't wanted to disappoint him. We talked about how the scene had deteriorated and how he would never put another person in the position of feeling obligated to play with someone they have a bad feeling about. He told me the other guy's philosophy greatly differed from his. He had seen firsthand just how different the two of them were. When the scene ended, I went off to bed. This time, our room mates were already sleeping when we went back to our room. Cigi and I had to negotiate an unfamiliar room in the dark. We didn't want to wake them up and had no idea how long they had been in bed. My bottom was sore and swollen, but so far, despite the 50-stroke caning, I didn't have any marks. That was a good sign considering how hard I had played that night. My last spanker had given me about 20 strokes with one of own canes. He was better than his friend had been. And he listened to me when I gave him advice. I have been caned literally hundreds of times and I know how I like it. I reminded him that some ladies who love the cane don't love it done hard and that different women play at different levels. He already knew that, of course, but he appreciated the reminder.
We slept a bit later the next morning. I looked around for GC and Purple Angel, but there was no sign of them. I had been told the night before that they had spent a good part of that day at an art museum and now she was having pain in her leg that was keeping her in bed. I tried to call her room, but forgot what room she was in. Every time I saw GC, I asked about her. I played with him on Thursday and, although he only spanks with his hand, he's pretty good.
After breakfast, I was on my way to my room when the lady in the room next to ours asked me if I would go to breakfast with her and two other gentlemen. It turned out to be the guy who had warmed me up the night before and his buddy, the one without a clue. She told me she didn't want to go alone with them. I had already eaten and I was feeling somewhat on the spot (again) but the pleading expression on her face told me she really wanted me to go so I said OK. We went in my warm up guy's double cab truck. The other guy (the Caner Without A Clue) kept up absurd conversation during the whole drive and much of the meal. I had an ice cream soda for breakfast. He asked me rather stupidly if I thought that was a proper breakfast for a "young lady". I told him probably not but I had already eaten breakfast and had only come along for the ride. He was trying to show what an experienced Dom he was, but he just put his foot in his mouth at every turn. And he was tiresome company. I tried very hard to be nice to him, but I felt after his caning fiasco the night before I couldn't keep up the charade. I value honesty. If he was inexperienced, he should've said so when I asked him. His vague answer told me all I needed to know. You might be able to fake it with some other implements, but you absolutely cannot fake it with the cane. His ridiculous attempts at conversation were another turn off for me. And so were his clothes. To be honest, they smelled. You know how sometimes you forget you have a load of laundry in the wash and it sits there long enough to go sour? Well, most of us would simply re-wash the clothes. It smelled like this guy just put them in the dryer anyway. I go to great lengths to look and smell nice for the people who play with me. I expect them to reciprocate. Anway, I didn't see this guy again the rest of the party. He said one of the women he "mentors" sent him a text that she was in some trouble and he said he would have to leave. Who even knows if this is the truth or not? Whatever the reason, he was gone and I was relieved. I was nice to him. I let him cane me despite his obvious lack of experience (or was it a lack of concern for my safety?). I even sat next to him at breakfast despite the fact that I practically had to hold my nose the whole time. What more did he want?
When we returned to the hotel, I got showered and cleaned up for Night Three of the party. But first the vendor's fair. The Englishman had his wicked leather implements taking two full tables. His adorable girlfriend was on hand for demoing purposes. Another table comprised of wood fraternity and sorority paddles, rug beaters, assorted canes and brushes. It was a somewhat small turn out, but everyone had a great time. Bill Sova was there with his "Cinema Swats" table and I bought two DVD's to round out my collection. This guy knows everything about every spanking scene ever put on film (or so it would seem). There's no old film or TV show too obscure for him. If there's a spanking in it, he'll find it. Anyway, Cigi and I spent what we could afford and came away with some very nice things. Now it was time to try the new acquisitions out. Simply because everyone was eager to try out their new toys, I had some great scenes that day. The only one that really stands out is the last one of the night. It was with the new top I had played with that first night with the others in the room. He had purchased some new toys and we used them all. He has a fun attitude and doesn't take himself too seriously. He'll be a very popular top, I predict.
By the time we left on Sunday, I was ready to get home. The drive was nice, as Purple Angel had recovered enough to drive. We stopped for lunch at a '50's style diner. I was very sorry the party was over and that she had had to spend most of it confined to her room in bed. But she assured me she had been very well looked after so there had been some benefit after all.
Now all there is to do is wait for October. I can hardly wait.
This party was being held at a hotel I'd never been to before so I didn't know what to expect. When we drove up, I had my first bad thought. The neighborhood was somewhat seedy-looking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I told myself. We met GC at the hotel (he had flown in earlier) and he helped us get our bags to our room. Our room mates were already there, one of them napping in the buff LOL. It was so good to be there and to see our old roomies again. We sat and talked with the one who was awake and then we put on our party clothes and headed down to the party suite. This time, we only had to move between the seventh and eighth floors of the hotel because we didn't get a ballroom this time. And by Friday, the smattering of vanillas had checked out so we had those two floors to ourselves. We were free to play and talk freely. Although, to be honest, I saw very little public play. I think people were sort of hesitant to play in the hallway. Maybe they were afraid that someone (a vanilla) would get off the elevator having gone to the wrong floor. In October, we'll have a large public room so I expect to see a lot of public play.
The first man I played with was an old buddy of mine; a man who's been in the scene for many, many years and has a lot of experience. It really shows. Even though I would say this man is more of a bottom than an actual switch, he always tops me well and gives me just what I want. I have yet to play with his charming wife, but she's had some health issues lately and I'm never sure if she's playing or not. Maybe that will change in October.
My second scene was very interesting. It was with my roomies, another bottom and two tops---one I've been playing with for years and the other I was meeting for the first time. I got spanked by both of them and both spankings were wonderful. Some bottoms are hesitant to play with new tops (or a top who is unknown to them) but I felt secure with my friends along. He had no problem playing with other people in the room and that says a lot about him. A top who doesn't like to have his methods observed isn't one I would rush off to play with. I got to watch the other top (the one I've known for years) do some flogging and, although it's not my cup of tea, I do enjoy watching floggings. That scene went on for awhile. Our scene was breaking up when Cigi came into the room with a switch I recognized from the March party and we all left so she could play with him. I went off in search of a cold drink and some conversation. I found both easily and pretty soon was playing again. I tend to do that at parties--it's called lap surfing. You just play with whoever asks.
Because it was the first night of a three-day party, I played fairly lightly. Most people know me as a hard player, but I was trying to pace myself better than I usually do and I think I succeeded at this party. My next play partner was another man I had played with for the first time in March, although I had seen him at other parties. I wanted him to use some of his toys on me, but he shook his head and said we would do that tomorrow. It was probably a wise decision on his part. Most of his toys are nasty. But he hand spanked me very nicely and then I stayed and took a few pictures while he spanked Cigi. This guy is a young man in his late 20's and it's my hope that all of the male tops in the scene follow his example. If they do, the scene will be just fine once us older people retire from active spanking life. Just like with me, he gave her a great warm-up, promising to break out the toys the next night. We held him to that promise, believe me.
By the time I got finished with that spanking, it was time to get some food. As I stated in other blogs, Cigi and I are usually forced to economize for these parties and bring Lean Cuisines from home. So I popped one in the microwave and checked out what was on TV. As usual, nothing worth watching. I thought about bringing a book to read, but had abandoned the idea as ludicrous. Who wants to sit in their hotel room reading a book at a spanking party? So I just wolfed my food down and headed back to the party room. There wasn't a whole lot shaking. In fact, I was the only woman present. And although I was a bottom surrounded by male tops, I never got an offer to play. Maybe everyone had just played. Or, like me, they had full stomachs. Whatever the reason, I wasn't totally disappointed that I got no offers from these guys, especially after their conversation turned somewhat vulgar. As the only woman in the room, I soon found the immature banter tiresome and went off in search of more congenial company.
Believe it or not, it was beginning to get a little bit late. I started thinking about going to bed. Cigi had the same idea after I ran into her coming down the hallway from another room. I asked her if she was tired and she admitted that she was and that it might be time to consider hitting the sack. So we headed back to our room to go to bed. Our room mates were right behind us, it turned out. One of them had worked her third shift job the night before and hadn't gotten very much sleep (aside from what she could get on the drive up and the naked nap she'd taken at the hotel before we got there). We talked briefly about some of the people we'd seen and played with, but pretty soon, weariness won out and we were all soon drifting off to dreamland.
I had heard that we had had a thunderstorm during the night, but I had slept through the whole thing. And the day dawned cool and gorgeous. We went down to the hotel restaurant for the complimentary breakfast. There was plenty of seating but the food left a lot to be desired. My bagel was fine, but the biscuits and gravy weren't exactly like Mom used to make. But I was hungry, so I ate them. The company was great, as the lady in the room next to us was there, too. We had met this lady at the previous years October party and had struck up a friendship. The women in the scene have to stick up for and protect each other. And this depends on us becoming friends first. After breakfast, we went back to her room for some conversation. I hadn't seen her since March and I knew some things had been going on in her life and I wanted to touch base with her. I adore this lady, but she has issues (like most of us). One of her issues involves being conflicted over being in the lifestyle. I can relate to that as I often feel conflicted myself about certain aspects of scene life. We had a very nice conversation, during which she showed me a picture of her cat that she took with her phone. Her cat looks a lot like mine and we had a nice chuckle over that.
As much as I loved talking to my buddies, I was itching to find someone to play with and get the day going, even though I wasn't in my party clothes yet. I found one person who was interested in playing with me, but I had already played with him and politely told him I really didn't want to play with him at that moment. I was looking for someone I hadn't played with yet (at least not at this party). I was then found by the lady I had had the wonderful conversation with and she asked me if I'd like to go with her and some of the others for lunch. I was getting a little hungry by this time, so I said 'Why not?' I had no idea where Cigi was or what she was up to but I really wasn't worried. I can remember parties past where I did worry about her and that caused some conflict between us. She was angry with me then about "checking up" on her. So I've learned to trust her and stop doing it. But since she's been ill, I've caught myself doing it at various times. She understands that my worry is just the normal feelings a twin has for her twin and she doesn't get mad any more.
We went to a place close to the hotel. I wanted to get a Reuben, but I thought sauerkraut at a spanking party was a bad idea so I got something else instead. Again, there was great conversation. I remember when I got a little jaded after a couple of years in the scene. I told myself 'I don't wanna know these people. I just wanna play with 'em.' But now I find myself wanting to get to know this new batch of people in the group. Many of them are very interesting people and live very interesting lives. I'm not really into the whats and wherefores of their particular scene, but it's interesting to hear them talk about their vanilla lives. Since we were in public, that's pretty much what we had to do. The food was great, but our waitress was somewhat ditzy (think Vera from "Alice"). She got our orders confused not once, but twice. But she was so nice we left her a big tip anyway.
By the time I got back to the hotel, it was time to get showered and changed into my party clothes. I don't really dress up at the summer parties, opting more for comfort than style. But I try to look nice. The first night, I wore a denim skirt and knit tank. Pretty comfy, right? The second night, I wore hot pink shorts and a print top. I had heard that a top who loved to spank women on shorts might attend and the shorts were sort of for him. Unfortunately, he didn't show. But I still got some compliments along with several attempts to make my bottom match my attire. But the highlight of that evening (maybe the entire party) was the arrival that night of a man who I can never pass on getting caned by. He's more well known for his leather toys, but because he's English, he has to know how to cane, too and, believe me, he does. The way this came about was that I was sitting in the hallway on one of a long row of chairs talking to some other people, when a top I'd already played with came into the hallway and beckoned me. Now everyone knows I'm not submissive and it's not my thing to just go when summoned, but I thought he wanted to play again and I didn't want to pass on the chance. But he asked me a favor. He said that if he warmed me up, would I allow his friend to cane me? This guy had been at lunch with us earlier and this top knew him from another site. I think (judging from the site he was on and the fact that someone else was going to have to warm me up) that this guy was all about punishment. I don't think just playing because it's fun ever entered his mind. Anyway, the top who warmed me up did a great job. I went into the room (which was sort of quasi-public) this other guy was standing there with a bunch of canes. I wouldn't say that I was afraid of him. But I felt a little uncomfortable since I didn't know how extensive his experience with canes was. He held them out to me and asked with ones I would be interested in trying. I picked the thicker of the canes he held and explained that I don't like thin, whippy canes. He looked a bit put off by my saying I didn't like something and he was going to have to accept it because this was fun party and not a punishment. Anyway, I was glad the door was open. I got on the bed, sort of on all fours, a position he asked me to assume. I told him I couldn't hold that position very long and that I would let him know when I wanted to change positions. I think he considered this topping from the bottom because he got that same displeased expression on his face. I asked him how long he had been using the cane but his answer was non-committal. "Long enough". Well, we would soon see. He gave me about thirty strokes, about half of which missed the target. I said earlier I was glad the door had been open because the Englishman came in shaking his head. He asked the man if he could show him a different approach and the man reluctantly gave up his cane. This is how I managed to get caned by this lovely Englishman. He told the man several things he had been doing wrong and then proceeded to give the room a 20-stroke demonstration using me, his blissed out bottom, as a subject. The Englishman instructed the man in several ways to make sure he was safe and didn't wrap his subject. The man said 'Well, I find that when punishing a submissive, that wrapping isn't entirely unwanted.' The Englishman sighed heavily. 'Well, man, there are two things wrong with that. First of all, she's not a submissive and second of all, she's not getting punished. She's at a party where she has another night to play and I'm sure she doesn't want any wrap welts.' When the Englishman had finished, he returned the cane to the other guy, who thought he was going to give me more strokes. I begged off and told him I didn't want any more. I had taken about 50 strokes and that was enough. I can take more than that, but I really didn't want to play with him any more. His attitude sort of made me uncomfortable. I'd only played with him because a top I like and respect asked me to. I had a feeling he wasn't having much luck on his own.
I was pretty sore by this time and needed a rest so I went back across the hall to my room. For once, the room was empty. I wasn't hungry, but I was thirsty so I got a can of Mountain Dew out of the mini fridge. Because of my somewhat negative experience with the new top, I was afraid my head was going to go to a bad place; a place so bad that it would prevent me from enjoying the rest of the party. I thought that by carefully selecting my play partners I could totally eliminate Bad Head Space from my future experiences. But I wasn't careful this time. I allowed myself to make a decision based on what someone else wanted rather than what I wanted. I tried to use it as a learning experience and tried to keep it in perspective--no real damage had been done, after all. And I wasn't a newbie. I was well aware that just because this guy thought he was punishing me didn't mean he actually was. My head space dictates to me how the scene will go in most circumstances. Only in rare instances (back when I was still learning) had I allowed a top's head space to supersede my own. What was needed here was a dose of comic relief. And it came not a moment too soon. I went back across the hall and the Englishman was still there, telling a hilarious story about something that happened to him on a train when he was still living in England. When he saw me, he apologized for interrupting my scene with the new guy. He explained that nothing made him angrier than a so-called "disciplinarian" who doesn't know what he's doing with canes. You can mishit with a strap and, while it's a painful experience, it's unlikely to cause any lasting damage. But a mishit with a cane could be a potential disaster. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he had simply given me what he thought I should take. It was a bad scene all the way around. But it was salvaged by the good humor and expertise of an adorable Englishman who I have grown to really appreciate and grow fond of over the years.
A little while later, some good friends that I would classify as brats, came into the room and asked if anyone felt like going with them for ice cream. I thought it was getting a bit late and admitted that I was saving my money for the next day's vendor's fair, when the Englishman would have a full array of his wonderful leather things for sale. So, despite some misgivings, I passed. I wanted to stay close to the hotel and play some more now that I was rested and my head space had been rescued. I went back to the party room and found one of my favorite lady switches and asked her to play. Somehow, this evolved into a four-way scene involving me, the lady switch, Cigi and a very willing male bottom. The lady switch first spanked the three of us and then she, Cigi and I sort of ganged up on the male bottom. I don't top often but I sort of felt like I wanted to. I think it was a mistake because my head was still not in a good place entirely. The wonderful spanking from the lady switch helped though. She has an amazing collection of toys. I always love playing with her. The male bottom was extremely submissive to us, always asking if we thought he was taking his spanking well. I and Cigi both tried to explain to him that we were bottoms, not tops or Dommes. It wasn't about what we thought. It was about what he wanted. But we could never make him see that. I knew topping this guy was a major error in judgment for me. But I sure enjoyed the spanking I got from my switch friend so the experience wasn't totally negative. But I had to come to grips with the fact that I had done two scenes in a row that went against my better judgment. I thought it was time to call it a night. By the time I got back to the party room, the crowd had thinned considerably since I'd last been there. I did get to have one last scene with the man who had warmed me up earlier for his friend. This time, he used some of his toys on me. He was great. Just what I needed before bedtime. He apologized for putting me in a difficult position with his friend, but he just wanted someone to play with him. I shrugged and told him I could've said 'no'. I had thought about it, but I hadn't wanted to disappoint him. We talked about how the scene had deteriorated and how he would never put another person in the position of feeling obligated to play with someone they have a bad feeling about. He told me the other guy's philosophy greatly differed from his. He had seen firsthand just how different the two of them were. When the scene ended, I went off to bed. This time, our room mates were already sleeping when we went back to our room. Cigi and I had to negotiate an unfamiliar room in the dark. We didn't want to wake them up and had no idea how long they had been in bed. My bottom was sore and swollen, but so far, despite the 50-stroke caning, I didn't have any marks. That was a good sign considering how hard I had played that night. My last spanker had given me about 20 strokes with one of own canes. He was better than his friend had been. And he listened to me when I gave him advice. I have been caned literally hundreds of times and I know how I like it. I reminded him that some ladies who love the cane don't love it done hard and that different women play at different levels. He already knew that, of course, but he appreciated the reminder.
We slept a bit later the next morning. I looked around for GC and Purple Angel, but there was no sign of them. I had been told the night before that they had spent a good part of that day at an art museum and now she was having pain in her leg that was keeping her in bed. I tried to call her room, but forgot what room she was in. Every time I saw GC, I asked about her. I played with him on Thursday and, although he only spanks with his hand, he's pretty good.
After breakfast, I was on my way to my room when the lady in the room next to ours asked me if I would go to breakfast with her and two other gentlemen. It turned out to be the guy who had warmed me up the night before and his buddy, the one without a clue. She told me she didn't want to go alone with them. I had already eaten and I was feeling somewhat on the spot (again) but the pleading expression on her face told me she really wanted me to go so I said OK. We went in my warm up guy's double cab truck. The other guy (the Caner Without A Clue) kept up absurd conversation during the whole drive and much of the meal. I had an ice cream soda for breakfast. He asked me rather stupidly if I thought that was a proper breakfast for a "young lady". I told him probably not but I had already eaten breakfast and had only come along for the ride. He was trying to show what an experienced Dom he was, but he just put his foot in his mouth at every turn. And he was tiresome company. I tried very hard to be nice to him, but I felt after his caning fiasco the night before I couldn't keep up the charade. I value honesty. If he was inexperienced, he should've said so when I asked him. His vague answer told me all I needed to know. You might be able to fake it with some other implements, but you absolutely cannot fake it with the cane. His ridiculous attempts at conversation were another turn off for me. And so were his clothes. To be honest, they smelled. You know how sometimes you forget you have a load of laundry in the wash and it sits there long enough to go sour? Well, most of us would simply re-wash the clothes. It smelled like this guy just put them in the dryer anyway. I go to great lengths to look and smell nice for the people who play with me. I expect them to reciprocate. Anway, I didn't see this guy again the rest of the party. He said one of the women he "mentors" sent him a text that she was in some trouble and he said he would have to leave. Who even knows if this is the truth or not? Whatever the reason, he was gone and I was relieved. I was nice to him. I let him cane me despite his obvious lack of experience (or was it a lack of concern for my safety?). I even sat next to him at breakfast despite the fact that I practically had to hold my nose the whole time. What more did he want?
When we returned to the hotel, I got showered and cleaned up for Night Three of the party. But first the vendor's fair. The Englishman had his wicked leather implements taking two full tables. His adorable girlfriend was on hand for demoing purposes. Another table comprised of wood fraternity and sorority paddles, rug beaters, assorted canes and brushes. It was a somewhat small turn out, but everyone had a great time. Bill Sova was there with his "Cinema Swats" table and I bought two DVD's to round out my collection. This guy knows everything about every spanking scene ever put on film (or so it would seem). There's no old film or TV show too obscure for him. If there's a spanking in it, he'll find it. Anyway, Cigi and I spent what we could afford and came away with some very nice things. Now it was time to try the new acquisitions out. Simply because everyone was eager to try out their new toys, I had some great scenes that day. The only one that really stands out is the last one of the night. It was with the new top I had played with that first night with the others in the room. He had purchased some new toys and we used them all. He has a fun attitude and doesn't take himself too seriously. He'll be a very popular top, I predict.
By the time we left on Sunday, I was ready to get home. The drive was nice, as Purple Angel had recovered enough to drive. We stopped for lunch at a '50's style diner. I was very sorry the party was over and that she had had to spend most of it confined to her room in bed. But she assured me she had been very well looked after so there had been some benefit after all.
Now all there is to do is wait for October. I can hardly wait.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Surprise!
It was just supposed to be a quiet Saturday night. Cigi got home from work around 4:00. We made plans to reheat some leftovers and watch the Cardinal game. A ringing of our telephone about a half hour later changed those plans.
The call was from one of our favorite Tops; a man we've known since our earliest days in the scene. As Cigi spoke with him, I was barely paying attention. But one phrase caught my attention--"Are you on your way here?" I perked up immediately as chances to play between parties have become scarce lately. I was delighted to learn that the answer to that particular question was a resounding "Yes!". But I was also thrown into chaotic pandemonium. I had been in drowsy, late afternoon mode, but realizing that a visitor was coming snapped me out of it. Cigi asked how far away he was and was relieved to hear that he wouldn't arrive for two more hours. Now, let me stress right here that this particular Top doesn't really care about appearances. He wasn't going to inspect the apartment to make sure we had taken the garbage out and run the dishwasher. He wouldn't care if we were bathed, shaved and had make-up on. Another Top we adore calls this practice "getting girlified" (sorry, Devlin, if that's not a real word, but he's from Texas so what can you expect? lol). He wasn't going to fold his arms in Toppish disapproval if the carpet wasn't vacuumed or the furniture dusted. But we took care of all those things because we were raised to do them. We were taught that if a visitor comes (no matter how unexpected) you're supposed to make your home clean and welcoming. This Top wouldn't care about any of it. He just wanted to see us and, after dinner, spank us. We will see him at the Crimson Moon party so it's not like he didn't know when he would see us again. But I wanted a spanking really bad.
We got the apartment and ourselves cleaned up just in time to go downstairs and meet him. He'd had surgery on his spanking shoulder in spring (I'm sure Dr. Ken now knows exactly who I'm talking about) and I was eager to see if he could still bring it. But that would have to wait until after dinner. He took us to our favorite Chinese buffet. I could eat Chinese food everyday and twice on Sunday. To me, nothing is better than gobbling down a steaming plate of General Tso's, along with crab rangoon and spicy dumplings and then going home to get spanked. Well, except for maybe chocolate before spanking. But I digress. The meal was wonderful as always and this Top had some fun with our waitress, a very small Chinese girl whose command of English was negligible. If I had done the things he did, he would've called it bratting. But, hey, I learned a long time ago that Tops can get away with just about anything.
Anyway, we drove home and he spanked me first. Usually, Cigi goes first, but she relinquished her cherished spot in the order for me. I should tell you that this particular Top is just about the only one who is big enough to really make me feel like a kid over his knee (now I know Ken knows who I'm talking about). And he has hands like hammers. He spanks nice..nice and hard just the way I like it. However, I was a little disappointed in my tolerance. With a three-day party coming up, I'm worried about how much spanking I'll be able to take. After a nice warm up (where Cigi was happy to take a picture of my red bottom) it was Cigi's turn. Now, you have to know how much I love watching her get spanked. Her reactions are priceless. I took a few pictures of her, too. We had the Cardinal game on and I noticed that, while we were getting spanked, my Cardinals banged out four hits and three runs. But when we took a break, those Mets tied the score. I told this Top to hurry up and spank me some more. The game ended up going 14 innings and we won with a homer! I think getting spanked on game days is good luck. I would happily volunteer to get spanked everyday during the season if it will help my Cardinals win the pennant. But he's a White Sox fan. I think his team won, too (how's that for mixing spanking and baseball, my two favorite pasttimes?).
We talked, of course, about the scene, about Cigi's illness, about the upcoming party and about some of the characters we've met on the journey. This Top is somewhat pensive and so the conversation dragged on. Of course, about that time, someone (not saying who) did something bratty and another round of spankings ensued. Let's just say I'm glad I stand up at work.
At around 10:00 he had to get going. The time was way too short, but I had a nice sore, red butt and a great meal in my stomach. And then there was his parting promise....
"See ya' Thursday!"
The call was from one of our favorite Tops; a man we've known since our earliest days in the scene. As Cigi spoke with him, I was barely paying attention. But one phrase caught my attention--"Are you on your way here?" I perked up immediately as chances to play between parties have become scarce lately. I was delighted to learn that the answer to that particular question was a resounding "Yes!". But I was also thrown into chaotic pandemonium. I had been in drowsy, late afternoon mode, but realizing that a visitor was coming snapped me out of it. Cigi asked how far away he was and was relieved to hear that he wouldn't arrive for two more hours. Now, let me stress right here that this particular Top doesn't really care about appearances. He wasn't going to inspect the apartment to make sure we had taken the garbage out and run the dishwasher. He wouldn't care if we were bathed, shaved and had make-up on. Another Top we adore calls this practice "getting girlified" (sorry, Devlin, if that's not a real word, but he's from Texas so what can you expect? lol). He wasn't going to fold his arms in Toppish disapproval if the carpet wasn't vacuumed or the furniture dusted. But we took care of all those things because we were raised to do them. We were taught that if a visitor comes (no matter how unexpected) you're supposed to make your home clean and welcoming. This Top wouldn't care about any of it. He just wanted to see us and, after dinner, spank us. We will see him at the Crimson Moon party so it's not like he didn't know when he would see us again. But I wanted a spanking really bad.
We got the apartment and ourselves cleaned up just in time to go downstairs and meet him. He'd had surgery on his spanking shoulder in spring (I'm sure Dr. Ken now knows exactly who I'm talking about) and I was eager to see if he could still bring it. But that would have to wait until after dinner. He took us to our favorite Chinese buffet. I could eat Chinese food everyday and twice on Sunday. To me, nothing is better than gobbling down a steaming plate of General Tso's, along with crab rangoon and spicy dumplings and then going home to get spanked. Well, except for maybe chocolate before spanking. But I digress. The meal was wonderful as always and this Top had some fun with our waitress, a very small Chinese girl whose command of English was negligible. If I had done the things he did, he would've called it bratting. But, hey, I learned a long time ago that Tops can get away with just about anything.
Anyway, we drove home and he spanked me first. Usually, Cigi goes first, but she relinquished her cherished spot in the order for me. I should tell you that this particular Top is just about the only one who is big enough to really make me feel like a kid over his knee (now I know Ken knows who I'm talking about). And he has hands like hammers. He spanks nice..nice and hard just the way I like it. However, I was a little disappointed in my tolerance. With a three-day party coming up, I'm worried about how much spanking I'll be able to take. After a nice warm up (where Cigi was happy to take a picture of my red bottom) it was Cigi's turn. Now, you have to know how much I love watching her get spanked. Her reactions are priceless. I took a few pictures of her, too. We had the Cardinal game on and I noticed that, while we were getting spanked, my Cardinals banged out four hits and three runs. But when we took a break, those Mets tied the score. I told this Top to hurry up and spank me some more. The game ended up going 14 innings and we won with a homer! I think getting spanked on game days is good luck. I would happily volunteer to get spanked everyday during the season if it will help my Cardinals win the pennant. But he's a White Sox fan. I think his team won, too (how's that for mixing spanking and baseball, my two favorite pasttimes?).
We talked, of course, about the scene, about Cigi's illness, about the upcoming party and about some of the characters we've met on the journey. This Top is somewhat pensive and so the conversation dragged on. Of course, about that time, someone (not saying who) did something bratty and another round of spankings ensued. Let's just say I'm glad I stand up at work.
At around 10:00 he had to get going. The time was way too short, but I had a nice sore, red butt and a great meal in my stomach. And then there was his parting promise....
"See ya' Thursday!"
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Party Planning
Well, here it is, mid-July. That means the big three-day Crimson Moon party is only two weeks away. Having known since the last CM July party that we would be attending this year, why does it feel like Cigi and I have waited until the last minute to get things together? Oh, I don't mean we've waited until the last minute to pay our party fee (we did that two months ago) or book our hotel room (that's already taken care of, too). I'm talking about trying to figure out what to take and what to leave behind. Now I know that before the last party I posted an entry where I described the things I cannot possibly be without at a party. I'm talking about non-necessary items. Three of us (me, Cigi and Purple Angel) will be travelling together so there are the logistics of trying to figure out how three women are going to fit their luggage into the economy car we're renting for the trip up. Since there are two of us (me and Cigi) we will have two bags plus a toy bag. We have been doing this for over five years and have not been able to pare down the essentials that a woman must have to make it through a four-day trip. Cigi and I are planning on bringing our canes this time, too so room will need to be made for them. But because of the outrageous gas prices in our area, we couldn't rent the big boat we wanted LOL. We were forced to rent a small car that gets good highway gas mileage. Cigi and I have always done our best to economize at these parties. Like for instance, instead of going out to eat for every meal, we have always brought Lean Cuisine meals from home and heated them up in our room. Sharing a hotel room helps keep the cost down, too.
What I'm really stressing about is what to wear. Since I'm not the youngest lady in the group, I tossed out the notion of dressing in sexy clothes and went for cute and spankable. After all, what spanking girl doesn't take being called spankable as a compliment? Summer used to be a time when I worked on my tan religiously (even on my bottom) and went to the parties with wonderful color. I looked good in just about everything back then (or so I thought). Now I really can't sunbathe the way I used to because I don't have the privacy required to get my buns nice and tan. And I will not go to a tanning salon. Why pay huge amounts of money to lay in a tanning bed when the sun is free? So now I'm white as a sheet and I just don't think summer clothes look the same on me. So I'm stressing. And zero hour approaches. You would think having five years' worth of experience, I would get better at this. But it happens before almost every party. And it looks like my work schedule is going to make it hard to get those last minute things done. Hopefully, I won't have to work late the night before we leave. By late I mean 11:30 PM. I've always secretly envied people who can just toss stuff into a suitcase and say "let's go!" I'm a Capricorn and so being practical and a careful planner is sort of hard wired into my thought process. Although I envy those sorts, I just can't bring myself to toss stuff into a suitcase and say "let's go!" Not ever going to happen, folks. I try to prepare for whatever can possibly happen at these parties. I've been stuck a long way from the hotel front door in a downpour without an umbrella, so even if there's not a cloud in the sky, my umbrella now makes the trip. And, since my favorite soda is never included when the Crimson Crew gets the drinks together, a 12-pack of Mountain Dew also makes the trip. Back in March, when I thought Cigi and I had overdone it, one of the ladies we were sharing a room with said 'There's two of you and that's all you brought?' With that comment, she indicated that we had packed lightly for a weekend. And I thought we'd brought way too much. Of course, that was until I saw all of her stuff. She looked like she was running away from home.
So the question of what to bring and what to leave behind is weighing kind of heavily on me today. I've had four months to get ready for this party and, once again, a party day is going to dawn with me running around my apartment like a chicken with its head off. Ah well...I guess that's part of the fun.
What I'm really stressing about is what to wear. Since I'm not the youngest lady in the group, I tossed out the notion of dressing in sexy clothes and went for cute and spankable. After all, what spanking girl doesn't take being called spankable as a compliment? Summer used to be a time when I worked on my tan religiously (even on my bottom) and went to the parties with wonderful color. I looked good in just about everything back then (or so I thought). Now I really can't sunbathe the way I used to because I don't have the privacy required to get my buns nice and tan. And I will not go to a tanning salon. Why pay huge amounts of money to lay in a tanning bed when the sun is free? So now I'm white as a sheet and I just don't think summer clothes look the same on me. So I'm stressing. And zero hour approaches. You would think having five years' worth of experience, I would get better at this. But it happens before almost every party. And it looks like my work schedule is going to make it hard to get those last minute things done. Hopefully, I won't have to work late the night before we leave. By late I mean 11:30 PM. I've always secretly envied people who can just toss stuff into a suitcase and say "let's go!" I'm a Capricorn and so being practical and a careful planner is sort of hard wired into my thought process. Although I envy those sorts, I just can't bring myself to toss stuff into a suitcase and say "let's go!" Not ever going to happen, folks. I try to prepare for whatever can possibly happen at these parties. I've been stuck a long way from the hotel front door in a downpour without an umbrella, so even if there's not a cloud in the sky, my umbrella now makes the trip. And, since my favorite soda is never included when the Crimson Crew gets the drinks together, a 12-pack of Mountain Dew also makes the trip. Back in March, when I thought Cigi and I had overdone it, one of the ladies we were sharing a room with said 'There's two of you and that's all you brought?' With that comment, she indicated that we had packed lightly for a weekend. And I thought we'd brought way too much. Of course, that was until I saw all of her stuff. She looked like she was running away from home.
So the question of what to bring and what to leave behind is weighing kind of heavily on me today. I've had four months to get ready for this party and, once again, a party day is going to dawn with me running around my apartment like a chicken with its head off. Ah well...I guess that's part of the fun.
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