’tis the Holiday season, and Strictly Spanking NY’s annual holiday party is upon us. Tonight I see old and new friends; there will be a visit from Santa (maybe more than one Santa — one of them may not be the real Santa); elves will be cavorting; and the snack table is sure to be laden with lots of candy (which i need like a hole in the head), Philadelphia soft pretzels, hummus (I hope) and many, many other goodies. I hope whoever brought the Trader Joe’s dark-chocolate-covered almonds last time brings them again; they were phenomenal.
I anticipate lots of mischievous shenanigans, gorgeous holiday outfits (I’ve got some festive new heels I’ll be wearing) and spankings up the wazoo. OK, perhaps that’s not a good way to put it … oh, whatever.
A friend asked if I was topping or bottoming tonight. I’m in the mood for everything, baby! He’s bringing his Spencer paddle, I think I’ll bring my own big-ass paddle, maybe even my rattan carpet beater (any brave souls out there? — it feels like getting caned in multiple places on your butt all at once).
I’ll have straps, canes and the other usual suspects as well.
For me, this party is mostly about socializing, but don’t get me wrong, I’m there to play, too, and I will be playing a lot.