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My First Spanking Party R/L account
A lot has happened in a short period of time and I am uncertain how to go about describing it all. This weekend my husband and I went to our first spanking party. Up until this time we had only played with each other, except for a wonderful visit this past January from our friend Steven. That visit had gone so well that when Steven emailed my husband (Master Herb) and invited us to a party that he was throwing for his good friend Ed, Master didn't hesitate to say that we could go and encouraged me to make the most of it! Steven and I always discuss spanking fantasies with each other. One thing that has been a favorite topic with us lately has been the "Daddy/daughter" role play scenario. Steven teased the last time we met that he wanted to do an enema/thermometer scene and this topic kept coming up since January. I told Steven that was something I had always wanted to try and even managed to work up the courage to tell Master (Yes.. for some reason I can tell things to Steven quicker then to my husband..and no... my husband doesn't mind, he says he understands) My Master even gave me an enema/spanking in March and we did some thermometer play as well, but things didn't go that well. Role-play has always been difficult for the two of us to accomplish and since my husband didn't exactly have strong desires toward this sort of play, and I had no experience....well..ugh... it was fun but we needed some help. Help presented itself with this party invitation. The three of us made plans to have the scene early on the day of the party at Steven's NY apartment. We would then go on to the spanking party in NJ later that evening. I was very mixed about this whole pre-party plan. I kept getting flashes of guilt, thinking that I was pushing (bottom topping) my husband into a scene he had no desires toward. It's difficult to talk about a lot of things, and I had trouble discussing this with not only Master but with Steven as well. As a bottom you want the Top to read your mind, know what you want, and DO IT. Butt, Tops aren't mind readers. Steven helped a lot by writing a story for me. I hope that he posts it soon. :) In this story he basically set up the role play scenario for me and this gave us a way to talk about the scene in the weeks before we played. It gave me a chance to talk about concerns I had without saying "me and I" We could instead discuss the two characters in the story, Zoey and Daddy. The week before the party I started telling my husband some of my plans for the scene at Steven's apartment. I asked if he would mind being "Uncle Herbie" for the day. He didn't seem to mind at all and even started posting a bit as Zoey's Uncle Herbie at Spank School. The long drive to NY was a lot of fun. Zoey was wearing a silky short black flowered skirt and matching green top. :) Uncle Herbie stopped at every State Welcome Center on the way to get Zoey a free state map. Zoey happily folded and unfolded and read the maps. Uncle Herbie also bought a carrot cake..Zoey's favorite kind! and some orange juice at the 7-11 for a snack. Unfortunately, as they drove into the big city, Zoey had to quickly change back into an adult. Master Herb needed grown up help with not getting lost and two very traffic stressed country bumpkins arrived at Steven's NY apartment. Steven did his best to calm us down, but Herb was pacing the floor for the first hour we were there. I sort of crashed on Steven's comfy couch in a state of after traffic stress. :) Eventually though, with a slice of pizza and some teasing we were able to calm down and get back into our role play. I will let Steven's story describe the basic scenario between Zoey and her Daddy. Here, I will only describe the actual spanking and enema. Steven spanked me OTK in his bedroom as he sat in a straight backed chair. Uncle Herb sat in the hallway in a chair watching and listening. First Steven took my temperature, which was certainly embarrassing. Steven has this way of talking while he works and seemed to absentmindedly fiddle around with the thermometer. Eventually he started spanking and spanking hard, but not too hard because Steven knew we had the party that evening. I really liked when he lifted me up extra high across his lap to really leave me dangling. I felt very small and young in that position. He decided to have me stand in the doorway instead of the corner as he prepared the enema. I had to hold my skirt up to display my red bottom. I could hear the water running and Daddy searching around for his supplies. Master Herb said later that he could see my face in a series of reflections and that I looked quite flushed and afraid. For the enema I was flat on the bed and Steven with business like accuracy went about doing his work. We maintained our roles throughout the enema which really made it a special scene for me. Daddy teased a bit that perhaps holding it four hours would be a good punishment, but then he decided to insert the butt plug to give me a break. Unfortunately that butt plug was HUGE. While we had to wait for the enema to do its job Uncle Herbie spanked me a little and then rubbed my bottom. Daddy was near my head and petted my hair and talked to me a lot. I held onto Daddy's arm and told him I was afraid. I had reason to be afraid, there is only one thing worse then a huge butt plug going in, a huge butt plug coming out. Here is where Uncle Herbie took off like a flash toward the kitchen <G> and Steven and I were left alone in the bathroom. Embarrassed is a word that doesn't bring justice to how I felt sitting on the throne with Daddy Steven watching me. I kept asking permission to flush and said OMG a lot. I really didn't like when Daddy said that it sounded like an enema was certainly needed. I almost died of shame. At last it seemed over, and Daddy looked at me in my eyes and told me he loved me. He touched my nose in a friendly gesture and smiled at me with his teeth. I guess only a daddy could love you at a moment like that. Then he kissed me and told me that my punishment was over and he would leave me with some privacy to finish and clean up as a reward for being such a brave girl. When I went back in the kitchen they were busy getting things together to take to the party. I was glad that not too much was mentioned about my ordeal! Daddy warned me that I had better behave at the party because all of his friends liked to spank naughty girls. Daddy sure wasn't joking about that! I had a very nice time talking to the other ladies and my sister for the evening..Babs. Babs was the person hosting the party at her house and she looked completely adorable in a school girl outfit. Babs and I had both decided to be Steven's little girls that evening and had discussed a secret plan to surprise daddy with non-regulation panties. We scurried to her bedroom to peek at each other's panties. Mine had the word STOMP in green with fabric paint. Other then my naughty panties, I was the model schoolgirl in my green and black plaid pleated skirt and white blouse and black blazer. I felt incredibly young in my outfit and seeing Babs scurrying around in hers only added to my fantasy. Daddy had a special mean game planned for his friend that evening and put all of the five naughty girls names in a basket and drew them out one at a time to determine the order that each of us would meet and be spanked by..."Da Hammer" Babs was chosen to be first and I was chosen to be last. We exchanged LOOKS that were near panic. Daddy had teased all week that FIRST would be terrible because Da Hammer would have lots of energy and LAST would be terrible because Da Hammer would be using his big toys and all warmed up by that point in the evening. I watched as Babs was lead off to Da Hammers private play area and turned to find Bill smiling at me with an evil grin. Bill is one of the Spanko Bowlers and he knows me not only from those cheerleader posts but also from the Hotseat chat. Bill politely asked if he could whisk me away for a spanking and I said..."SURE I would love it." Then of course I went back into Zoey mode and said..."but I haven't been naughty, why are you spanking me?" as he held my hand and led me down the hall. I was sort of shy while being spanked by Bill (the first time [grin]). He spanked me OTK with his hand and is a lefty. I loved his reaction to my "STOMP" panties. He lifted my skirt slowly and then said with true feeling, "I love your panties". A compliment like that sticks with you a long time when you're a spanko. I especially enjoyed Bill's spanking style. I felt very much connected to him as a Spanko. What I liked best is that I could sense how much he enjoyed spanking me. It gives you a safe feeling to know that what you are is understood by someone else. I remember staring at my feet on the other side of the chair and simply enjoying this sensual spanking, little sighs escaping from me the entire time. There were moments when in conversation, he would reply not only with words but by increasing his tempo on my bottom as he hugged me closer for a special series of swats. It was definitely like music. It was a cool thing to emerge from a room blushing and behaving after a spanking. I did it many times that night and each time was a thrill. The in-between spanking time was spent chatting and laughing, joking and eating. There was never a moment when I wasn't feeling comfortable. The nine people at this party were very special. Steven eventually called me over to his piano keyboard. He played some scary music and then drug me off for a spanking. Steven quickly tugged me over his lap and raised my skirt. My green stomp panties greeted him and he burst into laughter. After a long time of us just laughing, me across his lap... I said, "Daddy, since I made you laugh you won't have to spank me now right?" We laughed for another long time about that THEN he spanked me anyway. THAT MEANIE! Steven and I have a hard time not laughing during the spankings, probably because we keep making jokes. :) Somehow though I always end up totally spanked and promising to be a good girl after a spanking from Steven. He is a great daddy. My husband spanked me too! He wanted to try out one of Steven's toys on me, a leather school strap. I think he wanted to get me fairly alone for a moment to brag about all the spanking he had been doing. <g> He also wanted to check the condition of my bottom as he didn't want me too marked for our long drive home the next day. He seemed pleased that I wasn't bruised and then swacked me with that strap! It was strange being spanked by my husband at a spanking party. He left the door open so anyone could walk by and watch. It was nice to check in with him and hear some stories about his fun time spanking some of the other ladies. He echoed my feeling that coming to this party had been a good decision. Finally it was my turn to meet DA HAMMER. I really think that Ed and Steven are evil twins. They both spank hard but seem to know just how much you can take. Still, Ed hadn't made any jokes yet and there I was laughing and giggling while over his lap. He probably figured he needed to spank a little harder for this iron butt when he lifted my skirt and saw the panties. Suddenly he realized why Zoey was giggling over his lap. I tried my line about not needing a spanking since I made him laugh, but Ed didn't fall for it either. He spanked me with a wide variety of his toys. I had never been spanked with either the loopy johnny or a wooden spoon so Ed introduced me to both of those and even let me hold each implement before he used them. Honestly, by this time of the evening everything is so blurred together I cant remember what I felt about the different implements. I imagine after all the ladies that Da Hammer had been spanking that evening he felt the same way. :) That is why I am glad I had an opportunity to get spanked by both Steven and Ed again the morning after the party. After a short nights sleep... (we were up till three AM) there were five of us at the house. Steven drug Babs from the breakfast table down the hall for some punishment and when they returned smiling he grabbed up his cane and started swishing it around like a crazed Janitor. <grin> I had been telling everyone that I didnt even have a single bruise from the party and our long drive home would be painless. Steven offered to remedy that. I loved the cane when Steven used it on me back in January and asked Master if it was all right to get a few strokes..PRETTY PLEASE. Once he said yes, I was free to protest as Steven took little Zoey down the hall for six of the best. He gave me a warm up spanking and I mentioned that his hand felt like a hairbrush this morning. He said his hand was pretty rough and hard from his night of spanking! The cane again was wonderful. It is one time that I don't say a word or make a sound.. Steven made three marks on each cheek and said he had the urge to sign my butt next to the strokes. I made sure to show off my butt when we returned to the kitchen. Then Babs was drug off by Steven for her cane strokes. Eventually Ed offered to apply the hairbrush to my bottom too, and Master allowed that also once he realized that having a well spanked bottom would guarantee I would behave for the long ride home. I especially enjoyed this hairbrushing from Ed. I realize how he got the Da Hammer nickname. Babs and I were then stood in the corner on display and a picture was taken. The answer is YES I will post that picture soon along with some other surprise treats from the party. Stay tuned!
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