I had a pretty decent weekend. Saturday was the monthly OTK night at Paddles NYC. Rad and I went to the Moonstruck diner for the pre-party munch, hosted by our friend Bobbi.
We were the first to arrive after Bobbi, but gradually the table filled up. One rather boisterous gentleman arrived and boomingly asked, “Is this the OTK munch?” He then continued to talk loudly about spanking, before most of us at the table shushed him. We were in the back of the diner, away from most couples and children. But there was a table next to ours where three gentleman were sitting and eating, and none of us wanted our kink shared that openly. Our new friend got the hint and lowered his voice.
I’d exercised earlier that day and had not eaten too much, so I permitted myself the indulgence of a burger topped with blue cheese. No fries, so didn’t feel too guilty.
At the club I changed into my school girl uniform, which has the blazer, blouse and tie you see below, plus a pleated plaid skirt, black knee socks and preppy black loafers.
Rad had me present myself for inspection, and he found some parts of my appearance lacking. He said I should have shined my shoes, that my skirt was not freshly ironed and that my collar wasn’t laying flat. “Demerits!” he declared, and then put me over his knee. “But … demerits don’t mean spankings!” I protested.
“Be quiet, young lady!” He gave me a brisk spanking, painful enough for me to try to get out of it after he pulled my panties down. But he kept me in place and I held onto his ankle to stay in place until he was done.
After that I spanked three guys, all well-deserving. One of them asked me for a serious paddling (with wood), which I was thrilled to deliver. I think I was going at it for at least 20 minutes!
There’s been a dissatisfying lack of dominant male tops at the OTK nights recently. I don’t mean to disparage anyone, but a lot of the tops I’ve seen recently are more into sensual play, as far as I can tell.
So I sidled up to the soda bar to socialize with an old friend, Teseror. I hadn’t played with him in several years; we used to play quite a bit, way back before I even met Rad, but he’d dropped out of the scene for a while. He’s a switch, but on Saturday he was in a toppy mood. As soon as I started lamenting about “where are all the good tops,” he got this glint in his eye. I started to think, “Hm. Maybe…”
Before I knew it he had pulled this length of rope out of his bag. It was only around 9 p.m. or so, I think, and the “OTK only” period was from 7-10 pm. “Oh, you ARE going to be a bad boy tonight,” I said, smiling. He said he wanted to test my weight, so he asked me to fall backward into his arms. I let go and let myself fall; he was there to catch me.
Then Teseror began to tie me up, right next to the soda bar. I figured if anyone really cared about our violation of the “spirit of OTK night,” they would tell us to stop. No one did.
He tied me up rather tightly, over my school uniform. He created a “handle” in the rope at my back. This is why he had tested my weight–he periodically used it to lower me to the floor, either face down or backwards. My feet stayed in one spot while he dipped me over. This took a certain amount of trust. My hands were not tied, but he’d ordered me to keep them behind my back or at my sides, so I had no protection for my face if he lost his grip. I like to live dangerously. He’s fairly solid and looked strong enough to hold me up.
I loved the rush! After a while he just put me up against a wall and spanked me. It was a lot of fun, a different type of scene, for sure.
Later Rad got me again for one final scene before we headed home. He got the thick London Tanner’s strap out, bent me over the bench up in the loft and gave it to me good. He, too, got all domly on me, pushing me back down onto the bench several times when I started to struggle. It really hurt! (Which was good … after it was over!)