In 1979, I was a senior in high school and disco was still king of the music industry. Never having been a fan, I was encouraged to read in the music trade papers that it was dying out. In late spring, while my head was filled with thoughts of graduation, an album came out that got my attention. It was decidedly undisco. Looking back now, it feels very retro mid-sixties. But in 1979, it was a breath of fresh air. The album was released on Capitol Records (the same record company that The Beatles had been signed to) and the LP was the biggest selling debut album for a group on that label since The Beatles. Everyone was buzzing about it. The big hit off the album was, of course, "My Sharona". But the second single was the one that really stood out for me. "Good Girls Don't" had everything in it that was destined to make it a memorable hit--good beat, catchy vocals, and explicit lyrics (a very big deal in the days before rap made cursing commonplace on records). It was all about a guy trying to get "some" from the girl at school he has the hots for. All very high school.
Now, onto why I picked this particular song title as the title for tonight's entry. In the spanking scene, most of us females (the ones who are bottoms anyway) have certain things we won't do under any circumstances and some that we'll only do with certain people. The song serves as a reminder that there are things "good girls" don't do. Of course, it could be argued that "good girls" wouldn't dream of getting spanked because they enjoy it. I know there are women out there who will do anything with anybody, but I'm just not one of them. When it comes to my body, I stick with my principals. The girl in the song may poo pooh this by saying "good girls don't...but I do", but not Cheryl. And while it's been 30 years since I got my diploma and 30 years since The Knack burst on to the music scene with this memorable LP, I'm still a "good girl" at heart.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Day Three of the party dawned cool and a little cloudy. Cigi and I had again been invited out for breakfast by the same gentleman who had taken us the previous day. This time, he asked our room mate to join us. Cigi begged off, saying she didn't feel up to going. I, of course, was worried about her. But she assured me, as she always does, that she was fine, just having a little pain. The gentleman who was taking us out suggested that we order something for her and bring it back to her. I thought this was a bit indulgent of him, but if he wanted to, who was I to say no? So, again, we took a cab to the same restaurant we had gone to the previous day. And why not? The food was good and the service was great. We had a fairly leisurely breakfast and then headed back to the hotel to catch some Zs. I know it must look like we nap an awful lot, but this is what a lot of people do at spanking parties in the afternoon. All of the fun stuff would come later.
We laid down for just a little bit and then headed down to the vendor's fair. For those of you who don't know what a vendor's fair is, allow me to explain. A vendor's fair consists of a group of tables upon which people who make and/or sell different wares sell their stuff. Anything scene related is allowed usually. Some sell toys they made. Some sell toys (usually antiques) that they have purchased and refurbished in some way. Some sell videos and DVD's. Some sell scene-appropriate attire. But whatever the product, we had bunches of tables set up and all of the vendors present did a steady business. We must have all been saving our pennies. Cigi and I purchased some very nice things--a thin lexan paddle (despite my claims that lexan is sick and no one will ever touch me with it), a short OTK cane (rattan of course), a fraternity paddle from Northwestern University, a Baltic birch paddle (small but affective), an acrylic cane in her favorite color (purple, naturally), a small bundle of acrylic rods (I think that's what they are anyway) and several other small and sundry items. We didn't spend a lot this time, money being a consideration and all. Of course, many of the toys had to be demoed before purchase and Cigi gamely bent over for this, even the lexan. All in all, a pretty good haul. One of the group leaders, who runs his own spanking video production company, gave us a copy of one of his DVD's. We had been watching from his table at the vendor's fair and expressed admiration of the movie. So he handed it over with his compliments. Since it was his birthday he may have felt a bit more giving than usual. But Cigi and I were extremely thankful for the gesture. One of our group leaders announced that, upon arriving for dinner that evening, we would all be given a raffle ticket because the vendors were going to be giving some of their stuff away as prizes. With that, Cigi and I headed back up to our room. Boredom was beginning to creep in and, in desperation, we turned on the TV. Cigi and I have long maintained that there's simply nothing worth watching on TV on the weekends; at least, not unless there's a baseball game on. While Cigi napped, I watched something on the National Geographic Channel about Bonnie and Clyde. Being a true crime buff, it was interesting. It beat watching "Mama's Family" anyway.
When the documentary was over, I went and got in the shower. When the hot water hit my bottom, it burned. Man, all that strapping the day before was catching up with me. I was so tender that I had had to decline when it came to demoing at the vendor's fair. When I came out of the shower, the maid was cleaning the room. At this particular hotel, they put a towel in front of the door to hold it open, then when they need something from their cart (which they stash in the hallway) they can pop out and get it without having to keep opening the door. She seemed shocked to see me wrapped in a towel, but she did say "Hello" to me. With the door being open, I was somewhat reluctant to get dressed at that moment, so I sat on the couch and waited for her to leave. She no sooner left than someone came moseying by to see if anyone wanted to play. I wanted to see if my bottom would stand up to some play so I said I did. Now I was still damp from the shower and wearing only a towel. Did I let that stop me from playing? No. I'm normally a very modest person and I normally guard my modesty with my life. But at a spanking party, things are a little different. Besides, this particular guy wasn't the least bit interested in my attire (or lack thereof). He just wanted to get at my bottom. Even though I had already played with him once, it had been such an enjoyable experience that I wanted to do it again. I only play with people more than once when I really like them. And I like this guy. We had a great time, of course. And I was surprised to learn that my tolerance was going to be pretty good after all. I thanked him for the spanking and he went on his way. I got dressed and Cigi worked another crossword puzzle.
When we went back downstairs, the vendors were putting their stuff away in preparation for the room to be re-opened to partiers. I finally did get to play with the gentleman who had so generously bought us breakfast two days in a row. We played on the couch while Cigi played in the bedroom with one of my favorite tops (the one that is so good at strapping). We went back downstairs and left Cigi and that wonderful top to play.
Later that evening, they served us a buffet dinner, painstakingly prepared by our President. He was a master chef, after all. The dinner was wonderful--hot and filling. He always puts so much thought and effort into the food. It was greatly appreciated because I was getting pretty hungry by this time.
Once our appetites had been satisfied, it was time to get court underway. Both Cigi and I opted out of court this time around. It was fun once, but now I really don't like it. It's just a chance for brats to make themselves even more obnoxious than they usually are. I used to participate and could brat with the best of them. Just not anymore. So I was looking around for someone to play with. Bill Sova, the reigning king of movie spankings, happened to be sitting right next to me. I went off to his room where he gave me a very nice spanking. Everyone knows that Bill doesn't spank all that hard. But I wanted a lighter spanking this time. We discussed a glitch on one of the Cinema Swats DVD's we owned and he assured me it would be fixed. He said it was on all the DVD's, not just ours and that he would find a way to eliminate it. And, of course, he said he would replace the other DVD for free. That's what I call a good businessman.
When I returned to the public room, court had adjourned and the atmosphere was relaxed. I went in search of a top I had been interested in playing with for some time. He runs his own website (despite having a public service job) that's spanking oriented and has a sub that keeps him busy. But he smiled broadly when I asked him to play. Apparently, he had wanted to ask me but thought I would turn him down. After telling his sub he was going to the room to play with me, we were off. I liked that he told her where he was going. I thought it was very considerate of him. It's something I haven't seen much of from some people. When we got up to his room, I was shocked at how cluttered it was. Someone was a pig! There was clothing and jewelry everywhere, in addition to soda cans and snack food bags. This guy's sub was very young (around 20 I would say) and the room had the look of a teenage girl's bedroom to it. He showed me his toys, pointing out the ones he thought I would like and telling me little tidbits of information about them. We started OTK, where he gave me a nice warm up. This surprised me, as the previous summer, someone else had had to warm me up in preparation for being caned by him. I thought he had come a long way. He confided that he had been taught by several people how to "do it" at parties. His thing is discipline and he knows now that that attitude needs to be toned down at parties. Once the warm up was over, he had me kneel on all fours on one of the nice leather ottomans that are provided with every room. Usually, I find this position uncomfortable, even on a bed. But the couch and the ottoman were very comfy. He asked if I was stable or if I felt I might fall or sink into the couch. We opted to put a couple of the throw pillows under me to stabilize me. Then he went to work with his straps. A couple of times, he wrapped, but it was inadvertent and not done on purpose. There was also a mishit with the cane, which was partly my fault because I moved just before the stroke was delivered. All in all I enjoyed this session a lot. But I knew it was going to be awhile before I could play again. I also worried that someone else I played with might see the cane stroke that mishit and think that someone had done it on purpose. But I wasn't a newbie. I knew what was safe and what wasn't. Mishits happen and are part of the risk we take. I headed back to the party suite and looked forward to visiting with people while I rested. I saw some nice public scenes. However, I still wanted to play later. It was getting late and I knew the party would soon be over. I began to feel those familiar pangs of regret for the people I didn't get to play with or even talk to very much. I saw my room mate sitting at another table. A new top (the one who had spanked me so nicely before bed on Thursday night) went over and started to talk to her. I watched as he pointed to me and then said something else to her. Then they started walking over to me. I wondered what he had in mind. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He wanted to know if I would like to share a spanking with my room mate. Of course I did! I can't remember too many times when that has happened so I jumped at the chance. We went to our room for this since I had a strap he was fond of. He put us side by side on the bed and spanked and strapped us. My room mate was very happy with his technique. I wondered if this little scene was happening because she had been afraid to play alone with this guy, who sort of looked like the metal head he was. But he was a sweetheart. She was certainly happy that she played with him. He offered to come back the next morning before we left and wake us up with a nice spanking. That sounded great to me. Since we were staying until check out time we didn't have to worry about getting up early. My room mate and I went off to bed. For once, I was more tired than Cigi was. She stayed up again to watch Baseball Tonight while I turned in. I hated the thought that the party was over and I would have to pack everything up and head back to the real world. I did miss my cats though and really wanted to sleep in my own bed. And the next party was only three months away. It's not like the nine months we had had to wait between parties.
The next morning, at 7:40 am, there was a knock on the door. It was him. He admitted he hadn't slept very much. To me, he looked like he hadn't been to bed at all. He spanked our room mate OTK, all the while exclaiming how adorable her bottom was. Then he put Cigi and I over the bed next to her and went to work with the strap again. It was a great way to end the party. When he was done he took some pictures (which both of us posted to our Fetlife profiles). Cigi actually spanked him first, with our room mate getting into the act, too. He's much more of a top, I think, but likes to bottom, too. He enjoyed both I'm sure.
Of course, I was sad that the party was over but what a way to end it. I had called our ride between breaks in the action and she assured me she was on her way. We got everything packed up and then got dressed (yes, we had all still been in our pajamas when the spankings took place). We took last looks around to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything. This happens more than you would think.
As soon as we got to the lobby, we saw our ride. She had brought her younger sister with her for this trip and so I knew my plan to lie down in the backseat wasn't going to happen. As with the trip up, everything was on schedule and uneventful. There were people I hadn't gotten to say goodbye to (this happens a lot, too) and I was already looking forward to the next party. In the meantime, I have some cool new friends to chat with and talk on the phone with until it rolls around.
Monday, August 3, 2009
For whatever reason, I didn't sleep well that first night. Sometimes it's just the first night in a new hotel. Sometimes, the mattress isn't to my liking. I'm not exactly sure what the problem was, but I tossed and turned most of Thursday night. And I had only played four times so a sore bottom wasn't the reason either. Besides, a sore bottom almost never keeps me awake. If anything, I sleep better with a sore bottom. Cigi and I had made plans the previous night with a guy we really like to meet for breakfast on Friday morning so as soon as I woke up (and realized that, no matter how hard I tried, I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep) I phoned his room. He must have stepped out because I got his voicemail. I left a message and went about getting dressed. Cigi woke up soon afterwards. Then the guy called. We asked him to give us about twenty minutes to get dressed. He said he would meet us in the lobby. When we got downstairs, he wasn't there yet. However, there were some other CMer's there, one of whom had a camera with which she intended to take pictures. I had no make up on and really didn't want to be photographed fresh out of bed with the marks from my pillow case still on the side of my face. But she's sort of like the official photographer of the group and likes to catalogue the people who attended the party, so we gave in. I will probably have severe regrets when I see the pictures. The man we were meeting came down and, of course, she wanted a picture with him in it as well. He was good natured about it and posed for several with us. He admitted to me later that he'd already had a cup of coffee so he felt there was no real rush to get to the restaurant. For me, there was. I'd had nothing to eat since the previous evening's Lean Cuisine. Unless you count the cheese ball made by a certain brat. She brings several to every party and they have really become a tradition. We began to leave to go to breakfast, thinking that the man was leading us to his car. However, it soon dawned on us that he didn't have a car. He had flown in from New York and we had been driven by a friend. None of us had a car. It was a somewhat embarrassing moment. However, it was quickly salvaged when he suggested we go back inside and ask one of the desk clerks to call us a cab. One of the young men at the desk was happy to do this for us and called a local cab company who said they could have a car there in five minutes. I'm not sure we even waited that long. The cab arrived very quickly. Owing to the fact that I don't drive, I'm very much accustomed to traveling in cabs. And since our companion was from New York, he was also at home in a cab. Plus, we found out he had once worked for a car service. We knew what restaurant we wanted to go to and the driver quickly punched the address into his GPS system. I thought this was pretty cool. Our cab drivers in Peoria don't have these yet. They must rely on good old-fashioned "I know where that street is" technology to get their fares from Point A to Point B. The drive was a fairly short one, as the restaurant was pretty close to the hotel (although not close enough to walk). The restaurant boasts an amazing breakfast menu and I was practically salivating as I looked over what was available. I was really hungry and didn't anticipate eating lunch so I opted for a big breakfast. Cigi also had a large breakfast (for her, anyway). Our companion ordered an omelet that I wish I had ordered. The waitress was very attentive and made sure we had everything we needed right when we needed it. Having once been a waitress myself, I knew a good one when I saw it. We ate our food and made good conversation. We knew we had the whole weekend ahead of us and were all very relaxed and very much in "party mode". Our cab driver returned quickly and even stopped our companion by a local liquor store for some liquid refreshment. The driver, who was Russian, had a fairly good command of English. When we got back to the hotel, it was time for a rest to let our food digest. Almost as soon as we got up, the maid came to clean our room. There wasn't a lot for her to do besides make the beds and pick up the towels. Cigi and I aren't neat freaks, but we believe that, when you are guests, it's common courtesy not to leave the place a pig sty. I was in some rooms that weekend that were an absolute mess. Where is your pride? It takes a couple of minutes to hang up clothes and tidy up if you know people are going to be coming to your room.
As soon as the maid left, I got in the shower. Cigi sat working one of her crossword puzzles. They have long been a passion of mine, however, she just started doing them seriously. When I came out of the shower and had gotten dressed, I started putting my make up on. A knock on the door told me someone had come calling. In fact, it was a couple of "someones". Two of my favorite tops had come to see if we wanted to play. I was in the middle of getting my face put on, but I dropped it so I could play. One of the tops was the man who had strapped me in the public room the night before. He lost no time in getting me in position for another one. Cigi took a couple of pictures of the event and then the top who had just strapped me excused himself. The other top also wanted to play, so while Cigi was in the shower, he spanked me. He told me he was starting a new job on Monday. He had been out of work for over a year (something I could relate to) and I was really happy for him. He spanked me pretty lightly and then left. I told him I would see him downstairs later and that we could have a real session later. For some reason, it never happened. I was a little worried about Cigi. I wondered if she was playing as much as she wanted to. With her health problems, she has to be very careful, even when she tops, not to hurt herself.
About three weeks before the party a dom friend of ours joined Fetlife. He left a message on Cigi's wall and also posted to the Crimson Moon group that he was really looking to unload on someone at this party and who was going to be brave enough to take him up on his offer? Of course, your humble correspondent never misses a chance to take a dare. So I saw this particular dom and I was reminded of our date. I try to never make play promises since anything can (and usually does) happen. This dom had one of his submissives with him and he explained to me that she had never seen someone play really hard before...would it be OK if she watched? It was OK with me as long as the lady understood that this was going to be pretty intense stuff. She was totally agreeable and so off we went to my room. As we were waiting for the elevator, he turned to her and said "I know you're straight and all, but I want you to know this lady has just about the nicest ass I've ever spanked. Take my word for it, this ass is prime!". I was flattered by the compliment. Luckily, no one was using the room. He gave me a pretty good warm up (considering how hard we were going to be playing) and then began to strap me with different straps, some of them mine and some of them his. He has names for all of his toys. One particularly nasty toy, which he calls "Tasty" left some pretty good marks behind. He loves my Crimson FLAIM also and he worked me over with that extensively. I kept looking over at his sub, worried that she was disturbed by the hay makers her dom was hitting me with. But she had a big smile on her face. She said "You're right. Her ass is very nice. It's really tough, too!" When I first got in the scene, compliments like that from women made me very uncomfortable. It made me think they wanted to get in my pants or something. But now I'm very much OK with being complimented by other women. I find myself doing it, too. I hugged them both and thanked the dom for the wonderful strapping and caning he had given me. I still love canes a lot but I now I'm beginning to wonder if straps haven't replaced them as my new favorite? Time will tell I believe.
After the intense scene I had just had, I took myself out of circulation for about an hour or so. I watched others play and talked with friends while I waited for feeling to come back to my numb bottom. I had several offers to play, but had to politely decline. Even after all this time, I still hate having to turn down an offer to play. I almost can't stand the look of disappointment on their faces. I almost never turn down an offer to play except when I'm resting so it doesn't happen very often. One of the switches in the group (a long-time member that I have played with many times) asked one of the other ladies to play. She had been sitting in the public room playing her accordion when he asked her. Somehow, I got invited to come along. I love getting spanked with other people so I was very happy this happened the way it did. I knew the other lady only superficially. We had met for the first time last November at Purple Angel's party. I knew she was a spanko primarily, but dabbled in many other things; things I wasn't interested in hearing about. But she's very respectful of the fact that she was at a spanking party. We laid down on the bed side by side and the guy spanking us sort of knelt between us and spanked us. It was a very good time. He had a new toy he was anxious to try out. It was a Civil War-era cake froster. Or should I say a reproduction. He said it was used primarily in re-enactments. I'm assuming since, to my knowledge, no cake frosters were used as weapons in the Civil War, that the froster is used to re-enact what life was like back then. The toy was made of wood of course and packed a pretty concentrated sting. However, it wasn't intolerable and was, in fact, very pleasant. The scene, like most of the ones involving this guy, was pretty long. Usually, I don't do long scenes like this at parties because time is so limited, but I was having such a good time I lost track of how long we were there. We noticed it was about 8 o'clock. Dinner had been served at 7:30 and we rushed off to the party room hoping there was still some food left. As our luck would have it, there was some food left. Not a lot, but enough. Mild bratwurst and peppers that hit the spot. Good spanking party food.
Someone had been kind enough to bring a spanking bench to the party and to set it up so we could all take turns playing on it. Normally, I pass on spanking furniture. Too BDSM for me. But this one looked very comfortable. The upper part (where a person's chest would normally be supported) had a crescent shaped cut out and the kneeling pad was really padded. I had to try it. So I got one of my favorite tops to spank me on it. It's a good thing I did because it turned out to be the only spanking I would get from him all weekend. Cigi told me later that, while she was watching this top spank me, she had noticed some blood on my panties. I figured that the intense strapping I had received from my dom friend had broken some skin and neither of us had noticed it. He wasn't the type to just continue to pummel someone after he draws blood. In fact, I have played with him at times when he's stopped the scene because a spot had burst open.
A little while later, I watched as Cigi was caned over her skirt by our Fearless Leader. He was very careful and checked in with her often to make sure she was OK. He had been made aware of her health problems. Since she had been caned without a warm up, I was anxious to see the pretty marks I knew she was going to have. She hiked her skirt up and showed them to me. They were very pretty and very evenly spaced, not an easy thing to do when you're wearing a short skirt. A long skirt would've made it easier for him, but he did a fine job nonetheless. I was beginning to get the urge to play again and, wouldn't you know it, my favorite top was in the room. This is the guy who had already strapped me twice, once in the public room and once in my room. This time, we headed off to his room. He has a variety of very nice straps and paddles. I got just about all of them, too. He's my favorite because he laughs and smiles when he plays. I just can't do that stern, serious punishment type of scene. It's OK for people who like that sort of thing, but it's just not me. I wanted to be toasted and, believe me, he obliged. I knew it would be my last scene of the night, so I told him to just have at it. Boy, did he! I would have to say that on this particular day, I took the two most intense strappings of my life. I was feeling very floaty and I hate elevators (and refuse to ride in one alone) so he accompanied me back to my room. "Take care of that butt!" he smiled and grabbed and squeezed it. Man, did that ever hurt and he had to know it. But it wasn't done maliciously.
Cigi was watching "Baseball Tonight" on TV when I went in. The previous night, Chris Carpenter had pitched and won his start against the Houston Astros. I have already blogged about Chris so there's no need to expound on him. Suffice to say, I still love to get spanked by him. Friday was the annual trade deadline in Major League Baseball and we were both interested in what moves different teams had made. Once the program was over, it was time to hit the sack and rest up for Day Three.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
This afternoon, Cigi and I returned from the big three-day spanking party hosted by the good folks at Chicago Crimson Moon. This was the party that almost didn't happen for us. I enumerated the problems and pitfalls of planning this weekend in my previous post. After everything we went through, getting to attend this party was particularly sweet. Because of the fact that we didn't know until almost the last minute that we were going to be able to attend, all of the logistical planning was put off until just about zero hour. I had to close the night before and didn't even get to bed until after midnight. I was too excited to sleep once I got to bed but that's another story. We had packed hurriedly and of course, because of this, some essential things got left at home. Namely, hair spray and styling gel; two things that I cannot be without under any circumstances but especially in situations where I want to look my best. I also forgot nail polish remover, although I remembered everything else from my manicure kit. I drove Cigi crazy trying to find someone (anyone) that I could some from, but it never happened and my nails looked a fright all weekend. Cigi said somewhat ruefully "What makes you think anyone is gonna be looking at your fingernails?". She had a very good point, but as I've pointed out on this blog numerous times, I like to look my absolute best at these parties and having nails with the polish chipping off sort of bothered me. Of course, Cigi was right. No one noticed. Not one top said "You really should do something with your nails, Cheryl". But still...
Our ride showed up a bit early and since she's vanilla, we had to hurry up and shut the toy bags before she arrived. We took our usual number of bags--two suitcases (one large one containing our clothes and a small one with other essentials like toothpaste and deodorant and shaving cream, etc.) and two toy bags, plus a 12-pack of Mountain Dew and this time, an 8-pack of Lemon Lime Gatorade. The lady was very kind to help us carry all the stuff down to the car. She never asked why we had so many things nor did she ask what was in the other bags we were hauling. This was her car, after all, and if we got pulled over, the police could possibly search the trunk and open the toy bags. She was taking a pretty big risk (as a divorcee with three kids) and we were very grateful she was doing this for us. When we told her this, she waved her hand and said "It gets me out of the house for part of the day." Before I knew it, we were on the road. Usually, some sort of last minute catastrophe prevents this, but we hit the road on schedule and without drama this time. It was awesome. We stopped for some food but didn't stop to eat it. Now you have to know that I'm about the sloppiest eater on the face of the earth. I end up with food on my shirtfront when I'm sitting at a table so you can imagine how it went in a car doing 75 m.p.h. I ended up wearing a large part of my Whopper. But I didn't let that deter me from enjoying the gorgeous weather we were having or the fact that I was going to my first spanking party in nine months. Aside from seeing a dog that had been hit by a car laying on the roadside, the trip up was uneventful. I would love to be able to say that our arrival at the hotel was also, but it wasn't.
When we arrived, our ride decided to stay until we were checked in. She got to witness our embarrassment at discovering that we didn't have a reservation. Usually, one of our room mates books the room in her name and, because they always beat us to the hotel, there was never a problem. They would simply call the room and confirm that we were sharing the room. This time, there was no room in her name and they hadn't checked in yet. Cigi and I had a terrible moment of panic while the desk clerk (and then the manager) looked to see if the name had been misspelled or if the reservation had been lost. They even called another hotel to see if they had registered there. This was an absurd exercise as I knew we were in the right hotel. Since they had a room left, Cigi and I were forced to reserve our own room. However, the manager offered us the Crimson Moon block price (even though the deadline to reserve a room had come and gone). We had to use our debit card to book the room (even though we were paying cash) and I knew they would freeze our funds and we would be unable to use the card over the weekend. This was a bad situation for us. I was worried about being able to afford to pay for the room should our room mates not arrive for whatever reason. We got registered and said our goodbyes to the woman who had so kindly driven us up there without one complaint. We got a luggage cart and went upstairs to our room. I didn't tell Cigi how worried I was about the situation we were in because I didn't want to spoil her mood. She was pain-free despite the three hour car ride but was tired and needed a rest. We tossed our bags on the modular sofa and flopped on the beds, exhaustion taking over. We had probably only rested for ten minutes or so when the phone rang. It was someone from the desk calling to say that our room mates had arrived and they were sending them up. The mix up was easily explained. The room had been booked under the name of our other room mate's new boyfriend. We had simply not been told about it. But I was so happy they had arrived that I couldn't be angry. One of the ladies stayed in our room with us. The other one opted to stay with her boyfriend in the room they had originally booked for us. In a way (as with the bus plan not working out) I'm glad it turned out the way it did. I was apprehensive about sharing a room with a strange man for one thing. For another, five people in one room is a pretty tight fit even for a room as spacious as the ones this hotel boasted. I was so tired I felt like my knees were going to buckle on me. So Cigi and I laid back down and went to sleep for awhile. The bed was pretty firm but not even that was going to keep me from going to sleep. About an hour and a half later, I woke up feeling very much better. However, we were both now hungry. We always bring Lean Cuisine dinners from home to heat up in our rooms. One thing we immediately noticed upon arriving was that, after the hotel renovated and switched management, the microwave ovens were removed from the guest suites. And there wasn't one in the area where they served the complimentary breakfast. We had to go to the desk and ask one of the desk people to take it back to the break room and heat our dinners up for us. It was a pain in the ass really. We had to take the elevator down to the lobby and then carry the hot meals (which the man at the desk had returned to their respective boxes) back upstairs to our room. It was something we didn't do again all weekend. It was just too inconvenient. We caught up with our room mate while we ate quickly. Then we all put on our party clothes and make up and headed down to the public room. There were quite a few first timers attending and a newbie orientation was planned for seven o'clock. One of the party goers, a top, complained about having over twenty years of experience in the scene and voiced his indignation about being subjected to a "lesson" in how to behave at a party. Crimson Moon has a strict rule--no matter how many years you've been in the scene, no matter how many other parties you've been to, if you're attending your first CM party, you're a newbie to us. And different groups invariably have different rules. Besides, it never hurts to have your party etiquette brushed up on. All of us veterans had to leave the room though while the orientation went on. Most of us opted to wait in a seating area just outside the party room. There were people coming from the nearby pool so I knew that vanillas were close at hand. Our particular room was also close to the gym. Lovely. Back when I first began attending parties, many veteran CM members didn't bother to wear their name tags. After all, everyone knew who they were...well, those who had been going to parties for awhile knew. Now there's a rule that, to get into the public room, you had to have your name tag on. The name tags provided some jokes this time around as they were badly executed. All the tops were designated as bottoms and all the bottoms were designated as tops. To collect your name tags (they give you one for each night of the party) you had to have your e-ticket. This is a print out of the email you receive from management informing you that your party fee has been received. Well, true to form, our computer printer failed to print them up that morning. Because of the rush we were in to get on the road, we hadn't had time to do any troubleshooting on the printer and had had to leave without our e-tickets. But the board members were gracious and said "If we don't know who you two are by now, we're in real trouble." So this was another occasion when some one's graciousness helped us out of a potentially bad situation. Once I had my corrected name tag, I went and found a place to sit down. It felt good (after several parties without one) to finally have a big room we could all meet and socialize in. After several minutes of making small talk with some old friends and introducing myself to some new members, one of my favorite tops came in. He was quickly followed by his girl, a switch. I watched as she paddled and strapped another lady switch, who I had just met for the first time. The lady being paddled added some nice comic touches to the scene. It was enjoyable but I wanted to play. The top (the one who was one of my favorites) came over and gave me a hug and a playful (though still stinging) swat on the butt. He held a strap in his hand---one that I was well acquainted with.
"You want some of this?" he asked holding it out.
What a silly question! Of course I did. He directed me to a nearby chair and had me lean on it. I told him I hadn't played yet and needed a warm up. I was wearing cute plaid shorts and he spanked me over those with his hand. This particular top has a great hand, just the kind I like. After an abbreviated warm up, he got started with the strap. Because this was the first night of the party and because he was the first person I was playing with, he lightened up considerably. It wasn't light by any means but he knows I'm a hard player and he gave me a very nice strapping. Strapping happens to be this guy's forte. He strapped me wonderfully. Not too hard but not soft either. I could feel the heat through the cotton fabric of my shorts. Nice. I rested for a short spell and then across the room, chatting with some other members, I spied my blogging buddy, Dr. Ken. Now when Ken and I usually play, I'm almost always torn up pretty bad and he has to shorten the session with me. So this time, I made sure that didn't happen. I went over and asked him if he wanted to play. Yes, absolutely he wanted to play. So off we went to his room. It was one of the nicest spankings I got all weekend. Because my bottom was in such good shape, he was able to give me a longer, harder spanking. Did he ever! It was awesome. Of course, along with the spanking came some nice conversation, too. Dr. Ken is a wonderful, charming man and I look forward to the time I spend over his knee. However, it had to end sometime and off we went back downstairs to the party suite. The room was fairly full this time. And there was some public play going on. I watched this for awhile since I now needed a rest. Soon after this, a guy I had been chatting with pretty regularly came into the room. I had not met him before and so I was excited to play with him. It was his first party and much of our chats had been taken up with me assuring him that he would have a good time and that he would get people to play with him. He was a switch after all. However, he seems to be more of a top. I talked to him for awhile and then we went up to my room to play. He was pretty nervous I could tell. Now he had told me his spanking experiences had been pretty limited (furtive one-swatters in bars, etc.) but you would never know it. He was a pretty impressive spanker to put it mildly. He spanked me by hand and then we broke out some of my straps. He told me had paddling down pretty good but needed practice with straps. I was more than happy to help him out. He strapped me very nicely and kept a nice conversation going at the same time. He was funny and pretty smart to boot, a huge plus for a top in my opinion. It seemed like we played a really long time. He found one strap he favored among my collection and just sort of tried his best to wear it out on me. It was very enjoyable. His company was also very enjoyable. He had a very nice, somewhat heavy, spanking hand. But the strapping couldn't go on indefinitely so he ended it. I was a little disappointed as I wanted to continue. He told me we could have another session another time, but for now, he was a little tired. I noticed the alarm clock next to the bed and I had to admit it was getting late. So we went back down to the party room where I met a few more new people who had arrived late. The conversation went on for awhile and before I knew it, it was ten o'clock. I hadn't slept well the night before and it was beginning to catch up with me. I went to the guy who had just strapped me and asked him if he'd give me a nice, relaxing spanking to send me off to bed. He was more than happy to. We went to his room this time, where he first showed me his paddle collection. Most were old frat paddles. But they were very nice to look at and, because they all came from Northwestern University, very attractive as collectibles. He hand spanked me until I was completely blissed out and then escorted me to my room. Cigi was already there taking her make up off. I asked her if she was calling it a night. "What's my usual bedtime?" Usually, at home, Cigi is tucked away in bed by ten or so. I had to admit I was tired and feeling very floaty from my spanking so I, too, called it a night. I could hardly wait for Day Two.
Tomorrow, I'll post part two of my review.