Just had to let you all know (especially those of you who offered so
much amazingly helpful advice) that I went ahead and attended Ms.
Margaret's Spanking Social last Saturday night.
Pretty amazing stuff for someone who just delurked a few weeks ago!
If
you've never been to one of Ms. Margaret's parties, let me tell you
about it.
My first instinct, upon arriving in the rain at the entrance to
Hellfire, was to run for dear life. Instead, I gathered my wits
and
descended the staircase to the entrance. My first contact was
with
Lenny, the sweet kind owner who immediately put me at ease. After
checking coat and purse, (with Dee, a dear, sweet and honest
checkmaster), I entered the main room. Immediately greeted warmly
by
two of Margaret's volunteers, I felt my trepidation subsiding.
I was given a nametag (blue for sub, red for dom, dot for switch, and
another dot to be placed on your shoulder if you wanted a spanking).
Mine was blue, and I shall cherish it as a reminder of my first public
statement of who I am <g>. I did not place a dot on my shoulder,
as I
was a bit too scared to.
I first walked around the entire place, getting a real feel for
the lay
of the land. Already, one very stern spanker was soundly spanking
someone's bottom. As I continued walking around, some more people
started playing.
I had a wonderful conversation with the club manager (Maria), who helped
ease my fears. At that point, men (and women) began to come up
to me
and talk. I also ran into several people who had been emailing
me about
my s.s.s. posts on the party, and was most grateful to meet them in
person (Thanks, guys, you know who you are!)
Despite the somewhat unusual atmosphere (in which people were being
spanked and paddled all over the club), the experience seemed quite
normal. There was a festive, jovial atmosphere, with much teasing
and
playing, yet absolutely no sense of pressure. I delighted in
meeting
someone who had read my posts on s.s.s. on what to wear (he seemed
to
approve of my white lace trimmed blouse and simple below the knee black
skirt).
Amongst the crowd were some "heavy-hitters" (no pun intended) who have
been in the scene for many years, including publishers and writers,
all
of whom treated me with the utmost respect and conviviality.
Several
shared their own personal stories of entering the spanking scene.
What amazed me most was how even though I politely declined every offer
(and there were many) to play, each time I declined, the gentleman
stayed and talked with me for some time, totally respectfully, with
no
pressure whatsover. Considering I had received some email portraying
the party in a negative way, I found it to be just the opposite (and
those of you who told me otherwise, well, I may just hand your names
over to Margaret or Tom for a very sound spanking).
Before the party, I had many fears... would it be offensive,
threatening, would I have a psychotic break to realize I was a sub,
etc.
My fears were all ungrounded. It was a totally delightful evening,
and
there is nothing I could say to criticize it in anyway. I loved
meeting
all the wonderful people who spoke with me and I thank you all for
your
nurturing in this process.
I am particularly grateful to Tom and Margaret for their kindness in
helping me feel warmly welcomed, and I surely must thank OTKPaddler,
without whose help I would not have been there.
You might be wondering why I chose not to play, given all the wonderful
opportunities. Well, if the truth needs to be made known, you
see, my
cheeks were already burning and quite sore from receiving my first
(and
second) real life spanking earlier in the weekend... but that's another
post, which will be forthcoming!
Love to all of you who helped make this a wonderful weekend in my life,
discrete1