In any case, it ended being the theme for a play party this past weekend hosted by NLA-Utah. They throw the best parties and I haven't missed one yet. It's a fun group of people and always very well organized with great hosts. And yes, there was a penis shaped cake there. Would've been silly to not have one.
But when has that stopped me? I was ready to go, but not before being on the giving end of a spanking. It was my friend L's birthday and a milestone birthday at that. I had brought my London Tanners strap with me to add a few swats of my own. I did announce first that I am not a top so I didn't want to hear any shit about my lack of technique. Just for fun, people. She wasn't done in by me but got plenty of attention. Happy birthday L!
So I dealt with it and tried to block out the crowd and focus on the spanking as I got into position. He warmed me up with his hand and then switched to a spatula of some sort. It was so awkwardly quiet as everyone watched that I started making smart ass comments about not liking the music I could hear playing upstairs. That got people laughing and talking about other background music choices.
Several other implements were used including ping pong paddles, a belt, and a long wooden paddle. I was being spanked fairly hard with a plastic spatula when I heard E say that it broke. Yeah, I was amused and a bit proud. That's happened very few times in the past. Fortunately it didn't splinter right on me or anything so we continued on.
Not long after that, as he was spanking me with a big paddle ball type paddle, it broke too! The handle just snapped right off. That led to many comments about my "iron ass" breaking all the implements. My bottom was pretty toasted at that point so we didn't go on for too much longer. I counted out a final ten and we were done. I gave him a hug, laughed at the death of his implements, and took them as a souvenir. I may have also shared with anyone listening all night that I caused them to break. Hehe.
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