So, my guy and I went to the Sun Valley Spanko party last night. It was FUN!!
For those of you who have heard of her, Miss Chris (Victorian Domme & Disciplinarian extraordinaire, not to mention a great person) held the party.
Out of respect for the crowd and theme of the evening, I wore a vintage-style dress, with a very low-cut neckline (hey, it is ME after all) and a flouncy, chiffon-type skirt, black peep-toe sling-back heels, my favorite pearl necklace, and spent a very long time doing my hair in a back-combed, pinned back 60's style with side-swept bangs, and long curling tendrils down my back. 60's style make-up as well, heavy on the eyeliner and soft pink lipstick. I got lots of compliments, and my guy's mouth dropped open when I walked out into the living room when I was done getting ready. SCORE!
We get to the party about 90 minutes after it started (thanks to my taking forever to get ready and some confusion about which part of the hotel it was being held in). Smaller crowd. I had penciled in a few people to spank while I was there, but they didn't pan out. So, since I was in the mood to play, I had my guy spank me. Yes, you read that correctly. At a (semi)public party, I lifted my beautiful skirt, and settled over my guys knee for a good old-fashioned spanking.
Don't be too shocked. The sun still rose on schedule today, hell is still hot, and pigs are still safely on the groud where they belong.
During the spanking, he took it a bit further than he usually does by incorporating a punishment type scenario into it. I was being spanked for not finding out the exact location of the party, and for making us late because I was taking so long to get ready. Pretty soon, word got around that "Mistress Storm is getting spanked? HOLY SHIT I GOTTA SEE THIS!" and people gathered round to watch. I was yelping and kicking my legs (totally having fun with it, plus, my guy hits hard) and one of the guys watching stepped away and came back with a washcloth, and told my spanker to "Shove this in her mouth, that'll shut her up!" I looked up at him and almost told him to go fuck himself, but, it was just in the spirit of the party, and I did CHOOSE to put myself in that situation. Sometimes the Domme in me needs to just cool her heels a bit. I ignored him, and he didn't say anything else. Then someone offered my guy a red oak paddle, and then the hurtin' really happened!!! Whoo!!!! That one definitely tested my limits. Now that I think about it, it was actually Miss Chris who gave him the paddle, and I looked at her and said "Whatever happened to professional courtesy?!?!" She just laughed and said it's fun to throw each other under the spanking bus, and she was right. :)
I drew a laugh from the crowd at one point when he walloped me pretty good, and without thinking I reached back behind me, slapped him on the back of the head and said "That hurt!"
Duh, Storm. It's SUPPOSED to hurt.
The whole thing was actually relaxing, and it pushed me a little out of my comfort zone. I rarely bottom at all, and in public, even less so. I still wouldn't call myself a switch, but, it's nice letting that part of me out once in awhile. I thought about taking pictures to post, but no one else had any cameras out, and since it was my first spanko party, I didn't want to be rude, or make anyone uncomfortable by asking if a picture was ok.
Theonly bad part of the evening was on the way home from the party, near the airport, my guy and I got a flat tire. He drives a HUGE suv, and the jack he had wouldn't lift the truck high enough to put the spare on. He got angry and pissy and was ready to call in the cavalry to rescue us, but being the "I-can-do-it-myself" tomboy that I am (and chomping at the bit to help but not able to because of how I was dressed) I refused to do that. It's only a flat tire, for God's sake! I've changed alternators, and starters and radiators BY MYSELF on the side of the road, so it offended my sensibilities to call for help for something as silly as a flat tire. So, I looked in the back of the truck, and found a thick book, and some old newspapers, and I told him to put the book and newspapers under the jack, and THEN lift the truck. It worked. Tire quickly changed at that point, and we were on our way home. And, to top it off, he even THANKED me for keeping my cool and figuring out what to do to fix the situation. Wow. Nice. :)
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