The third Palm House party--description courtesy of Satia.
Special thanks to Midnight Spanker, who took the photos on these pages.
This party had to be one of the best… though with my inner self both terrified and thrilled, I am sure I had black-and-blue shaded glasses on the whole time. Who needs rose-colored?
Sarah worked to the last minute, getting the house, the guests, our costumes, the setting, the entire organization set up and running smoothly.
Having been raised in Detroit, I never cease to be amazed at the elegance of southern hospitality. Throwing a party where I originally hail means ordering an extra pizza or two, and telling the folks who come to make themselves at home in front of the television.
… A Halloween party in Detroit? Let’s not go there…
But Sarah is at heart, a Lady, and her charm spills into all the works of her hands – whether she is warming up the poor, lucky, bottom of a needy guest, or making sure the food has been displayed properly on the table and everyone has a chair who needs one.
Doc, his devil cape billowing out behind him like a wake of pure black air, welcomed the guests, smiled and spanked and guided us all as the gentleman sadist he is.
And the party-goers? Amazing! I was overjoyed to see the newcomers and the friendly, familiar faces. Most were in costume, and many had bottoms bared within the first hour! The excitement was only matched by the friendly attitude of the group, and I felt, once again, safe with these, my sisters and brothers in this underworld of spanking.
patty (the wench) came earlier on to change into her costume and help get the party started – she wore a beautiful costume and watched the party with a gaze that spoke volumes.
It was marvelous to see Anisa again – she brings such joy and enjoyment to each situation, she’s as fun to stand next to in watching a spanking as watching her get one!
(Anisa later wrote Doc, “Thank Goddess 4 this party. I was SUFFERING from lack of smackage. I was a brat. :-D I was the test butt for patty & Satia.”)
Karen the expert, the wisecracker and obviously a woman to be reckoned with, brought real humor and insight to the festivities – truly a woman to watch! Cecilia gave us a marvelous lesson on caning, and what talent she has! Her skill and natural guidance were amazing – and Vaughn, the happy model for her class, in his superb military costume and with those glances that pierce you with personality, security and observance…. This man has more to say than he says… I say.
Lara, as the wicked witch of “Wicked”, created a brew of the most delicious spiced cider imaginable – eye of newt notwithstanding. This woman has the energy and personality of a human magnet – I can only describe her as engaging and beautiful. With a grand wit and unstoppable flair for adventure, she allowed me the greatest compliment of the evening – to be the first woman ever fortunate enough to get that cute bottom over their knee! I was truly touched, and remain smiling at both the honor and the fun satisfaction the experience gave me.
Midnight Spanker was there again – a very welcome sight. He carries such a quiet strength, and such obviously enjoyment for things around him – it makes me smile just watching him watch others! And of course, I still haven’t forgotten his skill with a fraternity paddle… ;)
And I got to play, play, play!!! This was good, as I needed a diversion for my frantic mind. My nerves were surely showing through in great lighthouse spasms of illumination, too bright to look at, too obvious not to see.
But playing with such wonderful people, oh this was the absolute best way to pass the time. There is just something delicious and divine about hearing sounds of crack and swat and thud and little exclamations of pain and witnesses oohhh’ing and ahhh’ing… something that makes memories and feeds the voracity of desire inside.
I was tickled red to play with a friend of mine, Wild Bill – an enticing and fun soul, quick mind, and eager pain-partner. After he let me lead him to the back bedroom and blindfold him – no distractions from my ministrations, please – I took him over my knee for a bit of fun. Even the lexan paddle, which was at least fun for me to use! :) Bill is a clever man with a sincere love of spanking, which I admire.
His date, a simply delectable Observer, Sally, could have stopped the party all by herself the moment she walked in. She was darling, and had a smile and laugh that I challenge the world to withstand.
And, to my great honor and pleasure, she allowed me a few wonderful moments with her permission, over my lap as well! When there was debate among the on-lookers whether her skirt should be raised or not, I gave her two quick swats, and then lifted it just as quickly – let us all be happy!! :)
She got to feel the bite of the lexan as well, and took it with the elevated charm of someone truly enjoying the moment.
Kevin, in his funny steroid-popping cyclist costume, was the first to give me the pleasure of causing someone spanking pain that night, taking his punishment well with fantastic one-liners and sparkling smiles. The thirst in his eyes matched my own, and when he took me over his knee in return, I was pleased to feel the sting that an experienced spanker can bring – still with the laughter and humor that made it all the more personable and enjoyable!
Before the party got underway, I had the distinct and ever-delicious delight and fortune to be spanked by the incomparable Sarah. She still talks about my little black wings fluttering up at each spank…
Although later in the night, with a victim over my own lap, I did smart off successfully to the Lady, earning me a few swats to the bottoms of my helpless feet… no pain, but the hilarious action making me glow from the inside out!
I missed the pleasure of seeing the wench and Doc exchange blows. I would greatly have enjoyed seeing this – both for the wonderful fun it always has been to watch the masterful Doctor at work… and because, knowing what was coming for me at the end of the evening, I would have gotten an impish, demonic glee out of watching him in any iota of pain at all. Yes, I picture it now and am grateful he had a taste or two of pain to carry him into the evening…
;)
Oh. Karen, if your gorgeous boots go missing some day… it wasn’t me. <wicked giggle>
--Satia
Editor’s note: if you were at the party but aren’t in this note, it’s probably because I don’t have your permission to mention you. I think Satia included everyone. If you want to be included in this description, just drop me a line.
The lovely paddles patty gave me . . . I used them on Satia later that night
Links to party spankings:
Sarah spanked Satia (a fun spanking): Sarah and Satia
I spanked patty, and patty spanked me: patty
I strapped and paddled Satia: satia