I know that in the past I’ve talked about GASP, the Georgia Spanking Party, from the point of view of an attendee. There’s a reason for that: I wanted to keep this blog’s focus on my writing, not on the spanking party I was running.

Yes, running (along with an amazing team of other people). I am Listener, the director of GASP (and no, this is not an April Fools joke). And while I want to write about what happened at the party, I can’t do that if I don’t tell you who I am because it would be weird for you to find out that I only did a few scenes at a four-day spanking weekend, especially since you’ve read about me giving over 25 spankings at many parties in the past. So, after the recap, I’m going to go back to my JJ Rose persona on this blog, except for a series that I’ll write where I talk about what goes into the planning and execution of a national spanking party.

Anyway, let’s get started.

Spankings #1-7

The first set of spankings I gave didn’t come until Thursday evening, and the whole process of getting the party set up on Thursday was so involved and exhausting that I don’t even remember what I did for dinner. I might have had a sandwich — I brought some Publix wraps with me to the party since I knew I wouldn’t be leaving the property very often — but I also might not have had a sandwich.

The first organized event of GASP was bedtime stories and spankings. My metamour, who is also Partner 1’s daddy, read bedtime stories to a group of littles wearing pajamas. Oh, and lest I forget, the littles room at GASP was a fort with stuffies and pillows that littles could enter by crawling through a little archway (and bigs could enter through a doorway). It was amazing. Anyway, he read four books, including Fox in Socks, which is full of tongue-twisters that he managed not only reading upside-down but also while wearing an Invisalign. Quite impressive. After the stories, he and I were tasked with giving spankings to any littles who needed or wanted one.

Of course the first spanking went to Partner 1, on the seat of her pajamas. Since it was the first night of the party, the plan in general was to keep it light — no one wants to be spanked out on Thursday — and since we were in the littles room we were going to keep it gentle anyway. In fact, this was the only time a spanking could be given in the littles room — future spankings would have to be done in the bathroom, with the door closed (but not latched), to protect (and possibly intensify) headspace.

Back to the spanking. Partner 1 wiggled a little as she enjoyed my hand smacking her backside, and I enjoyed the wiggling too.

Spanking #2 was for a man who I know from our local munch; he’s been supporting AASS and GASP since the beginning. Spanking #3 was someone new, whose partner got pretty involved in GASP by volunteering to do a lot of helpful things. Spanking #4 was for a woman in a spanking throuple (or thruple, depending on how you want to spell it). Spanking #5 was a younger woman who just started coming to the AASSMunch and decided to dive in headfirst. She ended up getting, if I remember her post right, 34 or 35 total spankings all weekend, which is pretty impressive; I think I did fewer than 10 scenes at my first spanking party in 2014, and fewer than 20 total at the two Crimson Moon parties I went to in 2018 and 2019. Continuing: Spanking #6 went to Partner 2, who is not a little but seemed to very much enjoy being part of the action, and Spanking #7 was for a gentleman a little older than me who I met (and spanked) at Oasis. He was wearing pajamas with a drop seat (which stayed closed, because of the nature of this event).

Those were the only spankings I gave on Thursday; after the event, I went to the hospitality suites to check things out and to see if there was anyone around I could spank, but it had been a very busy day (and I’d woken up hella early), so I went back to the room and went to bed.

Spanking #8

On Friday, we’d scheduled classes for our attendees, and the first class, Spanking 101, was led by me, along with professional disciplinarian Miss Chris, Partner 1, Spankee #2 from above, and a member of the London Tanners team. We covered pretty much everything we could think of regarding spanking — I might do a post that recaps the class in more detail, if I can find my notes — and then Partner 1 and I did a brief demo. It was a fifteen minute spanking (or so), and the highlight was showing people the dick stick and leaving a very intense mark on Partner 1’s backside with it.

As I like to joke, if you hit hard enough with the dick stick, you leave an imprint of the stick, and then instead of a dick it’s a rocket ship. Clearly I rocket-shipped her. You can also see how red her bottom is from all the spanking we did, and you can see the panties that I specifically requested that she wear.

Spanking #9

After the demo, I walked around for a while, stopped for lunch back in my room, helped set up a few things, and then found myself in the hospitality suite with some time to kill before 3:00, when I had to meet with the hotel’s banquet captain to discuss the setup of the next event. In the hospitality suite, I bumped into my long-distance partner (LDP), who made the long trek from the western part of the US to support me (and have fun at the party) (and stay with me for a few days afterward). Since I had time, we decided she should get a spanking, so she pulled down her pants and went over my lap. I spanked her with my hand until her bottom was warm.

Spanking #10-28

Many spanking parties have a “bottoms’ choice” event these days. Sometimes it’s called “Spanky Hawkins”, hearkening back to the days of “Sadie Hawkins” dances where the women chose the men that they were going to dance with, instead of the reverse. In the beginning these events were limited to female bottoms and male tops, but now that spanking parties are less heteronormative (and especially since one of my aims of GASP was to be extremely inclusive) any bottom and any top can participate. I gave 19 spankings in one hour at this event, which is a record, even for me. The GASP event was called the “Spanking Carousel”, and each bottom received an (optional) bingo card they could fill out by meeting (and being spanked by) people who — for example — liked front-thigh smacks, or had the same favorite color, or had the same birth month. A lot of people really enjoyed that. There weren’t quite as many costumes as usual at one of these events; however, I was dressed in scrubs with a stethoscope, and I had a little notepad I used to give everyone a prescription for a spanking. That went over well.

• 10: Someone I first spanked at TASSP last year, who I originally thought was #100 on my Hit List, but was actually #99.
• 11: Okay, let me see if I can get this right. She was LDP’s spanking partner’s babygirl. I’ve spanked her before at this type of event.
• 12: Our registration coordinator, who I spank at almost every event like this. She was one of the people in the two-on-three spanking from Oasis.
• 13: A smaller woman who was a new spankee (to me), who seemed quite pleased to be attending the party.
• 14: Partner 1 brought over her commemorative spoon (a gift to people who purchased their tickets and hotel rooms early) and I spanked her with it.
• 15: There’s a gentleman who has been very supportive of our group and event since it started, and his girlfriend requested a spanking. Her bottom was already quite warm.
• 16: Spankee #7 from the previous night; he requested I go harder than before, which I did do.
• 17: Our volunteer coordinator, who I’ve spanked on multiple occasions since she joined the spanking community.
• 18: “Wendy“, from previous events. This was the only time we got to play all weekend, because I was way too busy.
• 19: “Sheera“, from last TASSP.
• 20: Spankee #24 from Oasis Labor Day 2023.
• 21: A new person who LDP knows from the SCONY days.
• 22: A new person who came to GASP with her partner.
• 23: Spankee #3 from above.
• 24: Spankee #14 from Oasis Labor Day 2023.
• 25: A new person who I’d met at the AASSMunch a couple of months prior.
• 26: A new person who I’d met at the most recent AASSMunch.
• 27: A gentleman who’d been waiting patiently for me to not be busy so I could spank the seat of his shorts.
• 28: I was just about ready to go when this last person came up to me and asked for a spanking.

I consider it a spanking that “counts” if I spank for more than a minute, so I literally spanked for 28 minutes out of an entire hour. Not all at once, but still, that’s a lot of spanking.

I left the Spanking Carousel a bit early to meet an old friend of mine from high school, who would be DJing our party — both dinners and the vendor fair. I got him checked in and set up, and then went back to my room to put on some regular clothes prior to dinner. Not everyone attended, and not everyone who attended stayed the entire time, but it was still a nice meal of heavy appetizers.

Spanking #29

By this point in the day, my feet were killing me, and Partner 1 convinced me to lie down in her nesting partner’s room along with herself, him, and Partner 2. She was right; getting my feet up helped tremendously, which is good because Partner 1 and I had a date in the dungeon. I spanked her bare bottom with my hand, some canes, the Walmart spoon, floggers, a hairbrush, a bathbrush, and then four swats with the scene-ender. We went back to the room and sexytimes were had, and then we passed the hell out.

The conclusion comes tomorrow!