SSC Memories

Well the SSC party is over and it sounds like everyone had a blast.  I was violently ill that whole weekend so I guess it was a good thing I didn't have a plane ticket because I definitely wasn't flying anywhere.

This SSC has made me nostalgic.  My very first spanking venture was to an SSC party, so that group definitely hold a special place in my heart.  First spanking trip to a party and first spanking ever.

My first trip didn't go so well.  It's funny how long ago it seems now.  It was 2007 and I'd finally made up my mind and built up the courage to go see these crazy spanking people friends of mine from SIN.  Since they'd already had two parties, I knew the attendees did in fact come back alive to tell the tales.

Knoxville is a difficult airport for me to get to.  The route involved 4 separate flights and at one point I changed carriers to one that wasn't a sister airline of who I started out with.  It also took about 16 hours or so.  I worked a full shift and then began my trip after work. 

I was nervous on so many fronts:  nervous about meeting these "weird spanking people", nervous about getting my first spanking(s), and nervous about the trip itself (flights being on time, missed connections, etc.)  I had the brilliant idea of traveling in a nice loose fitting dress and new sandals:  light, airy, comfortable and not too hot.  I hadn't really counted on the amount of walking in the airports.  I ended up with a rash on my thighs and my sandals sawed a huge gouge out of the back on my ankles which then swelled up around the injury and was generally just a huge uncomfortable mess.  I could barely walk - it was agony and I'd only made it to Vancouver so far.  I still had 3 more flights!

I finally arrived in Knoxville in pain, hot, tired (because I couldn't sleep on any of the flights) and sweaty.  All I wanted was to shower and change.  Remember when I mentioned having to change carriers to a carrier that wasn't a flight partner of my original airline?  Well, what this translated to was:  NO LUGGAGE.  So, now I didn't even have any clothes to change into.

My friend RE met me at the airport and I was uncomfortable meeting him because I looked like crap, felt like crap and I felt like I stunk from being all hot and sweaty.  Plus I could hardly walk.  I just about cried when my luggage wasn't there and I had no clothes (and more importantly all my nice panties I had so carefully purchased and packed).

We ended up going out to Cracker Barrel for breakfast (which didn't agree with me at all, so now add major intestinal difficulties into the mix) and then headed to Walmart so I could buy a few cheap clothes and cheap crappy panties to try and get me through until my luggage showed up (which wasn't until I was almost ready to leave). 

What girl wants her first spanking to be in cheap Walmart panties while she is having major intestinal issues from Southern cooking?  This was less than ideal.

I was seriously wondering about my sanity and why I chose to come on this trip.  I was afraid I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.

Not yet having attained elite status, I was staying in a hotel in town and not at the main cabin.  I was nervous as hell going up to the cabin to meet everyone else.  I was sure I'd made a huge mistake.  My first spanking was over and done with.  It was nice, but I'd sort of been led to expect it would be a life altering moment and the reality was it wasn't.  There wasn't anything wrong with the spanking and I enjoyed it, I'd just somehow built it up that it would be more...sort of like Christmas I guess, where you build it up so much that reality can somehow be a bit of a letdown even though it's perfectly wonderful.  I'm sure the less than ideal conditions didn't help matters.

So we arrived at the cabin.  You have to drive up a steep mountain with switchbacks and RG's directions which tend to be a bit convoluted.   We did eventually find it, but ran into bears first and we were in a small convertible with the top down.  I was ready to toss RE to the bears and save myself if need be!

It was definitely overwhelming.  I wasn't sure who everyone was and felt stupid if I didn't know who people were and so I had a few people mixed up for the first few hours.  Then I felt stupid for not realizing who they were.  It was loud and there were people getting spanked everywhere.  It was weird.  I was thanking my lucky stars that the kitchen was a "safety zone".  I'd be spending ALL my time in the kitchen!  If people wanted to get to know me they could come find me there!

I was trying to downplay how much my feet/ankles were hurting and in retrospect I shouldn't have and should have gotten them treated properly as they did actually take almost 2 months to heal.  I didn't want to be that whiny/complainy girl so I didn't say much about it.

The first thing I realized about a spanking party was that spanking is loud!  I don't know why I hadn't really expected that, but I hadn't.  At one point many of the attendees were playing spanking musical chairs.  It was so loud I couldn't take it.  I had to leave the room.  I'm such a wuss.  Now, while spanking musical chairs is still something I wouldn't participate in I'd be able to watch it now. 

It amazed me how quickly I got used to chatting to people while they got spanked.  After a while it just sort of got to be normal and no big deal.  I'm still not a fan of wooden implements.  They are so loud and I just cringe in sympathy so I have trouble watching the school girl role play stuff.

I was fascinated by RG's Canadian Prison Strap but didn't get up the courage to try it.  Everyone universally raved about it though.  I have since tried it and liked it!

I did eventually venture out of the kitchen safety zone.

What I liked about this group of people is how no one pressured me or tried to force me into doing stuff until I was ready.  They were perfectly fine to just be friends whether or not I participated in the spanking. 

In the end, I found that these "weird spanking people" were a wonderful group of friends and I cherish it every time I get to meet up with them. I wish it could happen more often.  I'm so thankful I made that first trip in spite of all the bad stuff that happened.  It does make for a good first spanking tale though.