While Merry was away (again) for the weekend, I attended the HWG party, for the first time in ... ages.
I wore shorts and a black t-shirt with "Spank Me" written on it in white letters.
I was walking aimlessly, when a woman came up to me.
"Hi! I'm Jill."
"Hi! I'm Shilo."
"So, your blue wristband and your t-shirt suggest that you are a bottom..."
"And your red wristband suggests you are a top."
"Yeah, so it does."
Long pause.
I said, "Well, I think I'll check the snack room," and started to walk around.
"Hold on..."
I stopped.
"So um you wanna ... play?"
"Might that involve, you smacking my bare bottom?"
"Yeah, it might."
"I thought ... you'd never ask."
"Well, I'm kind of shy, and not good at initiating."
"And I'm very shy, and never initiate anything with someone ... I don't know, or just met..."
"So, shall we..."
"Sure!'
We went into the big room, while she wheeled in her toy bag.
We stopped at an open bench.
"So, um, any preferences?"
"Well, I despise scenes depicting some guy with his pants and shorts down, his shirt up. In my opinion, total nudity sets a scene for a total power exchange."
"I mostly agree, but I allow exceptions for him being stripped to just briefs, then briefs pulled down."
"Yeah, okay, sometimes."
"So, are you saying, you don't mind getting naked with these people around?"
"I ... have no modesty to speak of."
"Then how should we proceed, any preferences? I have paddles, straps, canes..."
"How about a buffet, a little of everything..?"
She smiled. "I love it."
I stripped and mounted the bench.
She opened her bag, and applied strokes and swats of nearly every implement she had to my bare bottom.
Sometime later, she told me to get up.
I did, rubbing my bottom a bit, then I picked up my briefs and stepped into them and pulled them up, and stood,leaning against the bench, catching my breath.
"You took that really well!"
"I haven't practiced in awhile, but I used to have a rep as a heavy bottom ... one time at this party, my bottom was used for a guy to demonstrate a sjambok."
"I see...."
Whereupon, Candee walked up to us.
"Hi, Shilo! Very long time!"
"Hello Candee, long time indeed."
She looked at Jill, puzzled.
"Candee, have you met Jill?"
"Uh no..."
"My first time at this party," said Jill.
"Okay," I said, "Candee this is Jill, Jill this is Candee."
"Well, hello," they both said.
"Candee is number four on my list of favorite spankers."
Candee gave me an evil eye, and asked, "Who are above me?"
"Um, Merry, then ... a guy you don't know as he only does m/m spanking named Will, then ... YOUR husband ..."
"I see," said Candee. "And how is ... your WIFE?"
I sighed. "I couldn't say. Off on yet another weekend with her BOYFRIEND in Lake Forest."
"Your WIFE?" said Jill, in some surprise.
"Yes, his wife, that's the Merry he mentioned earlier as being in first place," said Candee, helpfully. "Okay, I have to go do some set up. Catch you guys later."
She walked away.
Jill turned to me, and
"You're MARRIED?" she asked, in some surprise.
"Yeah... hey, let's take a break, get a cold drink, and prepare for a long story."
"Okay."
I dressed. We went to the break room, got sodas, and found a somewhat quiet place to sit down.
"So, um, sounds like your wife DOES spank you ...?"
"She ...used to."
"Used to...?"
"We started out as me being a bottom to her Top. Our first date was a dungeon party, with her paddling my bare bottom with ...everything we brought. Things moved quickly ... we got engaged ...here, when she asked me to marry her, while at this party, six weeks later ... and married seven weeks later. We had many many spanking sessions. Recorded many of them, put 'em on our clips for sale site, others on the free spanking tube site. The activity slowed down ... stopped for awhile after I broke an ankle bone, then later, when she broke a bone near the shoulder in her dominant spanking arm. We started up again... slowed down when I had gastric issues ...constant stomach distress ... turned to probably be gluten intolerance. Once I cut down on wheat, that got better ... but a sleep disorder... turned out to be apnea, so I use a CPAP now. and stress at work ... and then one other thing, and so the last time she spanked me which is always consensual, meaning with my permission, was six months ago."
"One other thing...?"
"She was attending a weekly munch in Lake Forest ... and from there ... got a boy friend. She wanted to practice being submissive... she she hooked up with him. She hasn't had sex with him, not that I would care a lot, but she would ask my permission before she ever did, that's how she practices polyamory ... but she spends nearly every other weekend at his place ...with his wife there, mind you, as his submissive/slave girl. I don't like admitting that I am jealous... but I am. So, no amorous or other activity between us since it started. Truth be told, I lost interest in spankings for quite a while. It's happened before, comes in ebbs and tides. I just lose interest.
Then it ... the desire ...comes back, strong. I get into watching videos, collecting pix from tumblr, creating spanko related blogs ...I have ... like twenty of them. And I, you know, pleasure myself looking at videos, fantasizing. It's been a heckuva long time since I attended a party. Six or eight months? Last week, I attended the male male Moonburn spanking party. Didn't get any action because I'm too shy to ask .. but I saw a lot of fun activities. And now, well, I'm here."
"Does 'she' know?"
"Nope. She's with 'him' for the weekend. And I don't care what kind of marks I get on my bottom. She is unlikely to see them, and if she does, I will just ... tell her. She'd probably get a little jealous too, but ... I dunno, turnabout is fair play, maybe."
"Well .. huh. SO ... you let me have total control over our scene... but what's your deep dark spanking fantasy?"
"Oh ... having a stepmother ... or aunt ...or grandmother ... who spanks me with whatever, whenever she wants ... for real punishment, no special reason, like just because."
"Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "So in what part of this world do you reside?"
"Long Beach."
"Oh!"
"Oh?"
"I live in Bellflower."
"Oh. A hop, skip, and easy drive from Long Beach, huh?"
"Yeah...."
"Well," she said, looking at her watch, "We still have quite a bit of time..."
"Please don't spank me anymore," I managed to keep a straight face saying.'
With a very stern look, she said, "It's too late for begging. I am going to blister your bottom long and hard."
"Oh please no," I said standing up.
She stood up, and took me by the hand, into the big room.
We stopped at a bench.
"Strip naked NOW!" she ordered.
I stripped.
"Get on the bench."
She opened her bag and administered
twenty swats of a wooden paddle
twenty swats of a leather belt
twenty swats of a heavier wooden paddle
twenty swats of a leather tawse
twenty strokes of a junior cane
twenty strokes of a senior cane
and twenty strokes of a dragon cane.
I was moaning, gasping, breathing deeply ...
"Stand up!" she barked, "Hands on your head."
I got up.
She grabbed my left forearm and pulled me to the wall.
"Stand right there, don't move, while I pack up and clean up."
I stood, feeling the burn in my bottom, oblivious to the looks of the other people in the room.
After a while, she came up behind me, holding my briefs.
"Here, you may put these on."
I stepped into them and pulled them up.
"So, how was that?"
"Painful. Excruciating. Delicious. Excellent."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh yeah. I hope you did...."
"Oh I love putting color into a man's bottom and listening to him moan. Yes, I enjoyed it. You may continue dressing."
I did so.
"Hmm an hour left at the party. We could talk some more, or go mingle or ...."
"Or not stay at the party..."
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Well, we mentioned the proximity of our domiciles, but not our domestic situations. I live with my wife, Merry, who is out of town, her brother Stitch who IS at home right now ... some weekends he goes with her, but not this one ... and an 80 lb loving friendly as all get out pit bull."
"I live ... alone, well, two cats, in a small house I inherited from my parents..."
"Well."
"Well, indeed. Would you like to ... adjourn to my place .. and maybe we'll meet your very strict stepmother..."
"Ooooh. How can I turn down an invitation like that? I mean, I can't."
"I hope your bottom feels better by the time we get there...."
"I don't. More burning is better."
"I'm sure I can arrange that."
She gave me her address, and worked out the route we planned to take
And we departed, heading for our separate cars.
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