Last night at the Strictly Spanking NY party was so much fun!! Jules, Mike, and Nicole put together an asbolutely wonderful get together. Not only was there good food, good music, and great people, but it was the little spanking related details that made me think - wow, well done! Each small semi-private playing area had not one, but two chairs available. That way you could go OTK and still have your upper body supported if you wished to. I found this very helpful with my bad back and because a lot of the time I spent playing privately involved as much pleasant conversation as it did actual spanking - much easier to try chat while propped up a bit than shouting face down, inches from the floor.
I’m getting ahead of myself though and skipping right to somewhere in the middle of the party, so let me back up for a moment and start with our first adventure of the day, on the train. Lily Anna and I rode the NJ transit line into the city together and as we were quietly chatting about what that party might be like and just catching up on life in general, one of the train conductors came up and complimented us on our painted toenails. He said lovely cherry red (Lily Anna) and French manicured (mine) toes in sandals like that should be up on the seats. He flipped the back of the seat in front of us away, reached down, picked up our feet, and placed them on the seat and continued to admire our toes as we giggled and exchanged looks with one another that said “is this for real? No one is going to believe us.” The conductor then took out two tickets and punched them to spell out the word DIVA and handed one to each of us. He said with this Diva ticket, it gave us permission to display our pretty feet on the seat. Neither one of us have ever experienced anything like that before — we thought maybe we might run into someone that had a foot fetish at the party, but we didn’t expect it on the train. It certainly made for an interesting ride in!

We had a small table set up to promote Punished Brats where we offered our DVDs and discounted membership sign ups. Lily Anna, Sarah, David, Richard, and I all took turns manning the table while the others took a few minutes to enjoy some play time.
As you can see, we fit in lots of play time, actually!

I got to see Sarah for a bit at the party, but we weren’t able to catch up as much as we’d like as we were both pulled in a lot of different directions. But I’m looking forward to getting to see her more for a longer visit during her Punished Brats shoot next week.

Lily Anna did her best to cool off her burning buns by sitting bare bottomed on one of the metal chairs.

I’m surprised she wanted to sit at all! We were both very sore by the end of the night as we happily had gotten the opportunity to play with several people. My bottom was well spanked and caned! I loved every minute of it and am very grateful for all of the perfect gentlemen I had the pleasure of meeting and playing with. This morning I am still very sore and while the redness of the hand spankings has faded, the set of 6 cane marks right along my sit spot are now glowing in comparison to the surrounding paleness. Even just rolling over to scoot out of bed was a painful reminder of last night’s fun.
It wasn’t all promo and play though. One of the things I enjoyed most was just getting to meet and talk with so many really cool people. I was incredibly nervous about going to the party. All of my life long insecurities and shyness come bubbling to the surface when I am faced with a crowd. What if no one talks to me let alone wants to play with me? What if people mistakenly interpret my shyness and intimidation as snottiness? What if I say something really dumb, wear the wrong outfit, forget someone’s name, or any of my other gazillion worries come true? Thankfully my worries for the most part were for nothing. I got to meet so many wonderful people that I wanted time to slow down a little so I could mingle more and not feel rushed. I already can’t wait to go again and hopefully get to pick up where we left off.
Getting home was as much of an adventure as getting in, but not quite in the same way. There was no conductor to prop our feet up for us. In fact, there was no train at all!
We had to scoot out of the party a few minutes early in order to catch the last train of the night that went as far as the station Lily and I had parked at. Leaving is hard though and we ended up getting out a bit later than we had intended (can’t pass up those last few swats, hugs, and goodbyes!). No problem though. We’d catch a cab and make it back to Penn Station in plenty of time - or so we thought. Apparently on a busy Saturday night, getting a cab isn’t so easy and it took us over 20 minutes to finally flag one down. We reached the station at exactly 11:15. Unfortunately our train left on time at 11:14. Richard Windsor was wonderful though and helped us work out a travel itinerary that would eventually get us back to our cars and he then waited an hour and a half with us so he could make sure we actually made it this time; especially as this was truly the last hope of any sort of connecting trains to Cow Town. As you can see by my posting here, I am home again, safe, sound, and sore … and very, very happy!
Big thanks to Jules, Mike, and Nicole for the wonderful party! I hope to stay in touch with the many new friends I met last night and see you all again soon.