Cassandra Park

One week ago Rad and I were on a boat full of people spanking each other, the culmination (for us) of the Boardwalk Badness Weekend run by the Strictly Spanking NY team (Mike, Jules, Miranda, Mike and others). This was our third BBW and it had to have been the best one for me.

I posted about a bit of an emotional meltdown I had leaving last year’s event. I let things get to me–jealousy and fear–and I just felt like I was back being the fat, unpopular kid I was in school. Basically, some people I thought were going to play with me didn’t.

This year I resolved to have none of that nonsense. I was going to have a good time with my husband, no matter what, and I was going to see many people that I love to hang out with, people traveling from California, Florida, the midwest, the UK. I promised Rad I’d set aside expectations and try to just the moments as they come.

And I ended up having many, many good moments. I hesitate to name names here because I fear leaving someone off the list accidentally. So … I’m not going to.

There were several surprises. One, an old friend from the UK emailed me just before the party to say he would be flying over for the event. I hadn’t seen him in probably two or three years, so we arranged time to play– he loves the cane, and we had a great scene with myself and a California girlfriend co-bottoming to him.

Next, a friend from California whom I’d not seen in a year or two turned up at the party. I was so thrilled. Those who know some of the long-time players in the community will recognize him when I say he has some of the best spanking hands in the business and he’s fabulous with a strap. I’ve always liked our scenes and liked him as a person. Our scene this time was very personal for me. I have to be somewhat vague here because I don’t like revealing too much of others’ personal information or private conversations. I’ll put it this way: Many times when I bottom to a “popular” top, I feel I am just one of  many women going to him for a spanking. It’s hard to feel special, especially when you live far away from someone and your interaction may be limited to one or two hours once a year at a spanking party. But he made me feel special during our scene. He made me feel that I was the counterpart to the discipline he loved to dish out.

I do admit I love discipline play. And I love a hard belting, especially when it starts to get rough and my top makes me take it.

I switched all weekend, and I was impressed by the number of sexy male bottoms at this party. It does not hurt to be turned on when you’re spanking someone. More and more I feel a desire to top just because I’m attracted to someone and want to hurt him. Wanting to hurt someone CAN be a form of intimacy, you know. (lol!)

I’m going to wrap this up because it’s past my bedtime, but I’ll try to write more tomorrow about the party and some more special moments.