A Spanking, a Munch, and Dealing with the Crazies

I watched the woman in her late forties spank my partner with a fairly thick paddle, maybe a foot long. It wasn’t the thickest paddle I’d ever seen people use, but it was kind of thuddy. Jaime screamed lightly, as if from surprise, and rose up on her hands.
Jaime was bent over a piece of furniture shaped like a doctor’s examining seat, except it had a place for her to get on her knees as well. The spanker, Amy, waited for Jaime to relax again before she started, and as soon as she began again, Jaime repeated her screaming routine.
This was going too slowly for me, feeling impatient. After a few minutes of it, Amy offered me the paddle, and I continued what she started, except that I ignored Jaime’s screams, giving her ten quick and light smacks with the paddle.
Amy began the routine again, and kept checking in the Jaime to see if she was okay, and to see if we had marked her up too much. I assured Amy she was fine.
I had retrieved three more implements, as we call them, out of the closet so that we could try something different on Jaime. One was a slightly thinner paddle, another one that was about the thickness of three pennies, and then a soft flogger.

Both Jaime on the implement had different levels of noise on everything, and the flogger cued her sassy side to become sarcastic, dramatically telling us how much the flogger hurt. It didn’t of course — she was faking it — but it was interesting to see how the total lack of pain brought it out in her.
Amy also observed how “crimson” it made Jaime, which is something my partner had always been proud of in the past. Having been in the lifestyle for some ten years, she had displayed an image of her black and blued bottom on her Fetlife profile at one point.
After a session of spanking and flogging that lasted about twenty-five minutes, Amy announced that she was done, and expressed appreciation to Jaime for letting her do that. Though Amy was a Mistress, or at least she disclosed that she liked the name “Mistress,” she had not touched a person in a sadist manner for at least a year.
We had just met her that night, having come back to the fetish group we have been involved in after a hiatus of around six months. There were several other instances when the group met, but we were either out of town or had our kids.
About two months prior, my partner and I completed a relationship agreement assigned by our life coach concerning what we wanted ours to look like. For the time being, our flexibility with other people being involved in our relationship was deemed “open,” meaning that we could have emotional and sexual relationships with others that don’t interfere with our routines.
I have spent some time flirting with girls online, but not much more. Jaime, on the other hand, landed in the sight of some Dominants who wanted to have some sort of D/s dynamic with her, including spanking, giving instructions she would obey, and possibly sex. So far, she had just been interviewing them.
Going to the munch, which turned into a play party, I noticed me scope set on those to whom I was sexually attracted, emotionally attracted, or both. There were four women that got my attention. One was attracted to Jaime, not me. Another knew Jaime, and it was a little awkward. A third did seem drawn to me, and the fourth, Brittany, was a recently-made leader in the group I was very attracted to her.
She and her husband are poly, so she might be interested in me if she is attracted. For me, it was her eyes and smile that turned me on. I found myself searching both Fetlife and Facebook for her yesterday, the day after the party. I friended on Fet, but I thought Facebook might be creepy right now.
Really, the munch / party only had one problem, and that was that a man showed who had been banned from the group. He came because he had been screened by Amy as a slave, and she asked him to meet here, but she didn’t know he’d had issues with the group. At first the leadership let him stay for the evening, but eventually there were multiple requests for him to go. He did not go easily into the good night. After multiple times for the leadership to ask him to leave, he finally did, but not before coming back from leaving again and again.
Other than that, and a rainstorm on the way there, the party was excellent. This one was impromptu, but a more official one happens next week. I can’t wait!
