Sunday, July 27, 2008


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!"

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.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Personal Pet Peeves

When I first decided to create this blog and to call it Positively Spanking, I wanted to convey two thoughts with one handy phrase. First of all, I obviously wanted people who found it and decided to drop by to know that this was, indeed, a real blog by a real spanko. Secondly, I wanted the language of my blog to be positive. That is, show the scene and its inhabitants in a positive light just in case they were curious about joining us or had questions about what the average spanko is like. I didn't want to scare anyone off with the negativity that you sometimes see in other peoples' blogs.
Now, having said all that, I feel it only fair to warn you who are reading this that you'll encounter a small amount of negativity in this entry because it happens to deal with the things that rile me about the scene. These are just things I feel the need to get off my chest and aren't the result of any one thing that has happened to me.
I got active in the scene in early 2003, over five years ago. At that time, my experience was limited to videos and a few websites. I had no idea of the diversity of the scene at that time. I thought everyone I would meet would be a spanko like me. After I began attending parties and meeting different people, I discovered that I was wrong. There were people who were into things I'd never even heard of (and I wasn't some young babe in the woods, but a 42- year-old woman who had been around a while). It was then that I discovered my first scene pet peeve. At my very first party, I was asked if I wanted to try something I always said I would never try. When the gentleman made the offer, I gave him a polite "no thanks". This wasn't good enough for him. He wanted a reason. When I said 'Because I said no thank you' he called me uptight and said I was closed-minded. At the time, my feelings were hurt because I had been assured that no one would try to pressure me into anything. Today, I would tell that "gentleman" that I'm not closed-minded, I just know what I like and what I don't like. He has never asked me to play again.
My second pet peeve has to do with the attitudes of some Doms (and this includes a few Tops, too). It's the generalization that all women or men who get spanked are submissive. This couldn't be more false. I have had men who've spanked me that have tried to Dom me and I have repeatedly told them I'm not submissive. I don't respond well to being ordered around. They pooh-pooh this and say I'm just in denial. No, buddy, YOU are in denial. You want all women to be submissive to you and it just isn't going to happen. Get over it.
My third pet peeve centers on my fellow females in the scene. These are the ones who, even at a party, can't let themselves enjoy a good spanking session without feeling guilty about it. Talk about a downer. A few years ago, I was at a party and one lady (a submissive with a new Dom who couldn't attend with her) said she'd had such a good time with one Top that she felt the need to apologize to him for "liking it too much". Excuse me, but isn't that the point of the whole thing? When I asked her 'Why did you apologize for liking it?' she rolled her eyes and didn't say anything. Her response (or lack of it) told me all about her attitude towards non-submissive women. 'You're not a sub. You wouldn't understand'. Thank God! The day I have to apologize to someone because I enjoyed the spanking they gave me is the day I quit the scene altogether.
My next pet peeve is aimed squarely at Tops (and some Doms) who insist on speaking about spanking in purely punitive terms. Usually, on the Crimson Moon list, when a party is approaching, the bratting picks up. Brat do what they do best (brat) and Tops do what they do best (threaten said brat with a spanking). OK, I can live with being told I'm going to get spanked for my bratting. After all, it's just the reward for all of my hard work. But some guys just don't get it. They don't understand that this thing is supposed to be FUN. They post a message to the group telling me that I will find myself over his knee getting a spanking I'll never forget for such bratty behavior. I had one tell me I should consider staying home because what he had in store for me was too horrible to contemplate. I wrote him a private email telling him that, for me, spanking was fun and that I didn't go to the trouble of asking for time off from work, paying a party fee, paying for two (sometimes three) nights in a hotel and paying for the gas for a 200 mile trip just so I can get out of getting spanked. I told him I played a lot at parties and had no qualms about playing with him. He did watch me play with another Top and I guess he decided that I wasn't his type or something because he never asked me to play. Now I was a very hard player at that time and the Top I was playing with was whipping me with a strap made out of an old firehose. Perhaps my level of play (and my total enjoyment of our scene) turned him off? It didn't occure to me at the time that there were some Tops and Doms who didn't like it if you liked it too much. They would much rather fantasize that they're giving you something you hate (preferably against your will) than to listen to you laugh and see the smile on your face while you play.
As you can see, there are several things about being in the scene that just get under my skin and bug the heck out of me. Will any of them make me leave the scene in disgust? Probably not. I love getting spanked way too much. But I have learned to be tolerant of people who have a different attitude about the scene and its place in their lives than I do. We're all members of the same kinky family, after all. But, like a real family, even though we like each other, that doesn't mean that every now and then one doesn't do something that drives another member crazy. Most of my pet peeves don't bother me the way they used to. Some, which were major when I first discovered them, have been relegated to minor status. The fact is, all of us have pet peeves when it comes to some aspect of the scene. The trick is to keep them in their proper place and not let them interfere with your enjoyment of this thing we do.