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Party Report (as short as I could manage)
After much anticipation and angst , I delivered myself to the party location, armed with my favourite uniform – the one you can see on my “about” page, – a hair scrunchie to melt hearts and a bright smile. There I spent most of the day hanging about the house with Niki and Lucy, exchanging trade secrets and horror stories (I love a good horror story, as long as it’s happening to somebody else). Perhaps, Niki and I should have been separated, because we’ve managed to make each other so nervous that, when the first guy showed up, we locked ourselves in our changing room and trembled.
Eventually, we decided that it wasn’t very professional after all – not to mention, unfair on Lucy and Amy (who arrived a bit later, and launched straight into a hostess mode, sending rays of deadly cuteness everywhere she went) – so we hauled our bottoms to the party room. It wasn’t very scary after all; as the guys arrived, I found that I knew three of them from my previous two parties, and the ones I didn’t know were also not about to rip out my throat. It helped that everybody had been to one of Lucy’s parties before, so there was no awkwardness or odd vibes.
Hand-spanking came first: we girls were directed over various laps, and were duly smacked by the laps’ owners. I tried to keep a count of smacks, but it’s impossible: there’s always a lively conversation going on in the room, with people cracking jokes all the time. (At one point somebody, whose name I won’t betray to you, even though he deserves to be embarrassed, became so preoccupied with chit-chat, that he forgot that he was supposed to be smacking me. I had to pinch him and wake him up; this brought me a few harder smacks, but I’m not sorry.)
My favourite part of any spanking party is getting up from a guy’s lap and pulling up my panties, smoothing down my skirt, pulling back my hair – only to get to the next guy and have my panties yanked straight down again. This gives me the naughtiest thrill.
When the implements came out – a couple of rounds of leather toys, and then a round with the cane – I was so warmed up that I could hardly feel a thing. I was at my hungry stage, when no stroke is hard enough. I have to watch myself in this state, because it’s easy to get an injury when you can’t feel the pain, but thankfully, everybody was very sane with the amount of force they used. Watching the other girls was also fun: Amy has the loveliest white skin, which turns a pretty shade of crimson, and Niki has a very cute way of squeaking with pain. (At one point Amy teased her by starting to look for a hamster hidden in the room. Amy is very bad.)
To finish off the evening, there were switch sessions on offer for the guys who wanted them. I’d never seen a man spanked, so I asked for permission to watch. If people minded, they didn’t show it, so I sat there with my jaw dropped. The amount of force the girls used on the guys was staggering; I’d never expected a person to be able to take quite so much.
I’d never been tempted to top before, but when Lucy offered me to try, I just couldn’t resist it, even though I had no clue how to use a tawse or a cane correctly. I expect, it didn’t hurt when I did it; I couldn’t bring myself to hit very hard – and just as well, because the strokes didn’t go where they were supposed to half the time. The guys were very gracious, though, and didn’t laugh at me (just as well, because I’m sure Lucy would have thrashed the hell out of them if they did; she’s fearsome with the cane).
So that was the party. When the endorphins wore off, I was quite sore, but there isn’t a single new mark on my bottom; as though I hadn’t spent a good four hours having it continuously whipped. On the one hand, it’s a good thing, because I’m shooting next weekend, and need to be pristine. On the other hand, it’s as though the whole thing has been a dream.
If it was a dream, I’d like to go to sleep again.
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Well I hope all this activity isn’t interfering with your studies at university. There are ways of dealing with young ladies who neglect their schoolwork :o^
Hi Adele,
It was lovely meeting you at the party, and having the opportunity to spank that lovely pert bottom of yours.
I particularly liked the way you bent over the chair, at an angle of over 90 degrees, with your legs straight, so that your bottom was beautifully presented for the paddle/strap/cane. It is really refreshing to see a girl present herself for her punishment in this way.
I’m really glad that you enjoyed the party, and that you didn’t find us scary (well not too scary anyway). I hope that you found the experience enjoyable enough so that you will grace us with your presence again in the near future.
Hugs (and spanks)
Jack (the bearded one)
Well you see,you’re fears were unfounded.guys at spanking parties
respect and adore the ladies present.the best way to lose those
nerves is to attend more parties.well donefor this one indeed.
Hi Adele,
This sounds like it was a great party,
I enjoyed reading about it.
You’ve got a fantastic blog here you wicked little hottie~Wink.
Good luck on your shoot next week!
Thanks, Razor
Hi
Great to see you at party…we treat you with respect as you deserve.
You have a gorgeous bottom just ripe for spanking!! It was fun allowing you to practise after all we have to learn somehow..anyway have fun see you soon..Fxx.
Thank you for the compliments, guys. The party was a treat, and I think it’s true that doing more will cure me of the jitters. At least until I attempt a London party, where, they say, there can be 30 spankers in the room at once. 8-O
(And Fess – don’t worry for my academic achievements… Working trips are actually great for me, because several hours on the train are several hours when I can’t procrastinate online, and have to study instead!)