Life, Love, Sex

Fun Sex Party Idea

A loyal reader, CDK sent this idea to me the other day and I thought it was nifty so I wanted to share it!

Just a silly idea for a sex party, presented for your amusement and arousal.

This would be a variation of a Naughty Schoolgirl night. Preferably the place would be a home with plenty of rooms so that they can be labeled things like “Gym”, “Library” and “Science Lab”. Decorated appropriately of course.

The invited guests would be sorted into two groups. The dominant ones would be told to come as staff and teachers (corsets, leather and crops encouraged). The submissive ones would be encouraged to come as students, the naughtier the better (mostly catholic schoolgirl uniforms or perhaps cheerleaders).

Perhaps a third group for those not having sexy fun, the Hall Monitors. There to provide food, drink, condoms, whatever…

The school would have a very permissive curriculum and allow the students to chose what classes they want to take.

Just imagine walking down the hall and seeing in one room the gym teacher eating out a cheerleader. In the next the sexy librarian is servicing two school nerds.

In the third the teacher has a student’s hands bound in front and is leading her with a leash to the next classroom. It seems the student “needs to learn how to play well with others” and will be taught with the next student.

Like I said, just a silly idea but I rather like the imagery so I thought I’d send it along.

Thanks, CDK! This was a fun idea!

The One Where Boymeat Hits Me

I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly there was a cane and it was in Boymeat’s hand. And it wasn’t your average, run of the mill rattan cane. No, it was some heavy duty rubberized sucker that for some strange reason Callie owns. So Boymeat does as he’s known to do and starts gently (and I use this word loosely) hitting the tops of my thighs over my jeans. When I started complaining too much, he had me lay on my stomach so he could cane my ass.

Ouch. Mother fuck. Soon I was starting to sweat and had to strip out of my clothes. After a little bit more, Boymeat decided to give me a break and go smoke a cigarette. I took the opportunity to hide the cane under the couch, but the other people at the party wouldn’t let it stay hidden. Hmpf.

But I sure paid for it when he came back.

My ass had already been battered that night, but nothing compared to the damage he did to the tops of my thighs. Especially when I made the mistake of wondering out loud whether a cane that thick could leave welts. (It can.) Blow after blow I would curse and squirm, dropping to my knees on the hardest of hits.

By the end of the night the tops of my thighs were swollen and deep red with patches of purple forming.

I’d wished I worn a skirt that night when it came time to put on my jeans.  Such is my luck.