I told him that I didn’t like the idea of play parties. Spanking is a private thing for me, something personal, more tied up with correction than pleasure to be suitable for public consumption.
Mere weeks later, I found myself bent before him, face pressed into the cool hard wall of a decidedly unusual nightclub, as his paddle pressed repeatedly into my rapidly warming bottom. Spankings have amazing power to correct, though that correction need not be traumatic.
Even after this initial hurdle, I didn’t think I would explore much else; I am really only interested in a small slice of the BDSM spectrum. However, the excitement of friends is infectious, and one cannot help but enjoy one’s self when in the company of a true enthusiast. It would be a shame not to make the most of an environment that fosters education, discussion, and exploration. Beside, one cannot help but relax into a new experience when surrounded by friends- friends both eager to encourage new adventures and also willing and able to step in should things go awry. These friendships may lack the passion of a romance, but are nonetheless deep, comfortable, and fulfilling relationships; platonic yet intimate.
The way I see it, party play is rather like a salad bar- lots of different things to try without the need for long-term commitment. The approach is easier- to both practices and people- in a light and congenial environment. Some things will be more palatable than others, but one cannot know for certain without at least a nibble.
My core desire is still the same. I am still looking for a meatier spanking relationship, intimate and intense with a focus on discipline. Still, a varied diet is nutritious, challenging one’s self is healthy.
And, at the end of the day (or the early hours of the morning), it is great fun.
I’ve now well and truly gone over to the dark side (and yes, they do have cookies).