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I was quietly sitting watching people play at the Fetish X party tonight. Just kicking back and enjoying being among friends with no demands and no pressure. It was that time in a party when most of the lightweight players have all gone home and the hardcore players are just getting warmed up.

Several interesting and intense scenes had been happening in the last half hour or so. One, where the bottom was getting her first good caning from a transexual friend of mine, who I knew played as a very heavy bottom herself, interested me for a while. This top was very much in tune with her bottom and able to take her through several more very hard “thwacks” with a quarter inch dowel than the bottom ever thought she could take.

Another couple had the top going at his bottom hard and heavy with a flogger for quite a while without getting any kind of a rise or response from her. Watching that scene made me wonder why he kept that up when it was clear to me that it wasn’t cooking. But for them it was clearly what they wanted to do, or maybe all they knew to do. . I had to think from what I saw that the top’s arm was taking the brunt of the workout and there was a good chance that he would think tomorrow that they had played hard and heavy while the bottom would still be hinting for more.

A third couple had an interesting and unusual technique, the top bound the bottom to a cross with the usual wrist cuffs and proceeded to rub her all over with a bouquet of roses. I thought this was an interesting juxtaposition of the soft and sensual with the prick of the thorns. It was an interesting sight to see red and pink rose pedals scattered across the base of the cross s he had been tied to and the surrounding floor after they were done. Scattered rose pedals remind me of weddings yet they also seem appropriate as the aftermath of a scene.

It was at this point I decided to go down stairs and have a cigarette. On the way out the door a friend of mine, Sharon, called to me to come and watch her give her submissive Joe his birthday whipping. I told her I would be back in a few minutes and went on down stairs so I missed the first few minutes of the scene.

When I returned I went over to where Sharon was working on Joe and sat down to watch. It soon became clear that these were two people who played together often and really enjoyed their play time together. They were surrounded by several other friends who were also interacting with their play in a number of ways.

There was a very pretty blond girl named Carol who was really enjoying herself pawing through Sharon’s toy bag, pulling out toys to torment Joe with while his backside was being worked over by Sharon. One time Carol would use one of those electric fly swatters on Joe’s nipples then come back a minute or two later and stroke his nipples with a rabbet fur glove. One of Joe’s best friends, Greg, joined with Sharon for several minutes and they took turns using single tails on Joe’s back and bottom. Several people joined in at one time or another to add to the fun.

Throughout all of this Joe could not anticipate anything that Sharon or anyone else might do to him as he was securely blindfolded. So it was not a surprise to anyone watching when Joe would react to a unexpected jolt of the electric flyswatter, or to a nicely placed touch of the single tail, with a very explosive "FUCK" on occasion. Although many of us could not help but laugh at his response.

Whenever Joe would say "fuck" Sharon would command him to "say fucking Bitch" but each time he would only smile shake his head and position himself for more.

After a while Sharon said "now it’s time" and picked up a small wooden paddle used with kayaks. She said "now, count Joe and say thank you for each one." and gave him the first whack. Joe immediately smiled and said. "That’s forty, thank you mistress."

'Whack' followed "whack" through the first twenty or so without taking the smile off of Joe’s face very often. But the next ten solid 'whacks' with that wooden paddle were beginning to really get Joe’s bottom warm, turning it slightly red, and of course, more, and more tender. He was being raised onto his toes with every other 'whack' to absorb the blow and there were an occasional softly spoken "fuck" mixed in with the thud of the paddle. Sharon was keeping an eye on Joe and timing for both minimum time between blows and maximum impact as the count got lower and lower. Until finally the blows were coming one right after the other and Joe stayed on his toes straining to absorb the impact. Suddenly without warning Joe screamed "FUCKING BITCH."

Sharon immediately stopped the paddling and for a second or two there was silence in the room as everyone waited to see what would happen next. Then one of Joe’s friends, who had assisted with the teasing and tormenting of Joe earlier started clapping and suddenly everyone watching this scene was clapping. Sharon raised the paddle over her head and did a little 'victory dance' to the applause while Joe regained his composure.

Then Sharon softly gave Joe the last three whacks due him for his birthday. Let him down from the bar he was cuffed to and cuddled his head in her lap for a while.

It wasn’t until I was driving home after the party that I realized Sharon and Joe’s safe word for "stop! I’ve had enough" tonight were "Fucking Bitch."

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