I know I mentioned recently that I had some difficulty finishing the August holiday stories. I also know that I have trouble writing while I’m visiting my family. For years I’ve gone to my parents’ house and been stymied when it came to making words appear on the screen.

Well, this most recent trip (Thanksgiving week) was not like the others, because words did appear! Hooray! Here are some of them, for your enjoyment:

At spanking parties, the primary pairing was men spanking women, followed by women spanking women, but there was also often a decent number of men who wanted to be spanked by women as well. Men who play with men was a less common occurrence, but after spanking three women — one dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, one dressed as a schoolgirl, and one wearing lingerie — a man came up to him and said hello. He had bright red hair, blue eyes, and his face was shaven. He looked to be a little shorter than Charlie, and built about the same. He was dressed as a cat — complete with whiskers drawn on his cheeks — and his nametag said “Dave”. Charlie wondered why so many people at this particular party used names on their nametags, instead of Kinkster names; Charlie’s had his author name on it, Charlie Correa — Correa was not his real last name — because he wanted to build some recognition of his brand.

“Hi there,” Charlie said. “Did you know today is National Ginger Cat Appreciation Day?”

“What?” the man asked, confused.

Charlie shrugged. “Something my girlfriend told me. She’s on this email list of weird holidays, and that was today’s. You’re a ginger cat, aren’t you?”

“Oh, right.” The man shook his head slightly. “I’m Dave.”

“Charlie.” They shook hands. “Is this your first time at this party?”

Dave nodded. “First time at any party.”

“Well, you picked a good one.”

“Yeah.” Dave seemed a bit at a loss for words, and Charlie wanted to offer him a spanking — his badge color indicated that he was a switch — but seated tops weren’t supposed to do that at this event. So he waited until Dave finally said, “would you like to spank me?”

“Certainly.” Charlie felt his heart race a little. After decades of being into spanking, he was about to spank his first man. He really, really hoped that he wouldn’t turn out to be one of those guys who was too closed-minded to spank other men. “Is over my lap okay?”

“Sure.” Dave was wearing a pair of khaki shorts; he lowered them, revealing black briefs, and got into position, bending over Charlie’s lap. 

Charlie rested his hand on Dave’s backside, and he felt Dave tense up a bit. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” Dave sighed. “Sorry. It’s just, sometimes with new people I get a little weird.”

“It’s not a problem. We don’t have to–“

“I want to,” Dave said. “I’m ready.”

Charlie lifted his hand and delivered his first ever swat to a male backside. It sounded just as nice on his briefs as it did on a woman’s panties — a sharp whap!, not as hard as he could go, but firmly enough to be felt.Dave seemed to relax after that spank, so Charlie continued spanking him, alternating left and right sides, every whap! relaxing Charlie more and more as well. He could do this; he could spank men. This opened up a whole new world to him: now, instead of just trying to find women to spank, he could spank anyone who wanted it.

For those of you who’ve never tried playing with someone not of the sex you usually play with — try it. Like Charlie in this story, you might find that you like it, and then you’ll open up a whole new world of people to spank or be spanked by.