Last night I attended a 50th Birthday Party on the north side of Brisbane. I was very much looking forward to this event as I would have My very first opportunity of caning the birthday boy, something he had been admiring for a long time and was also hoping to be fortunate enough to experience My ministrations.
First W/we had a long drive to get there and before that I had to get dressed. With a last minute change of plan, I had slave tate meet Me at My dungeon instead of going to My house. As I had not had time to get changed, I had taken a few things with Me and ended up getting caught in traffic on My way. Concerned that My slave may wonder where I was, I sent him an SMS explaining My situation.
As I arrived, the rain was very lightly falling (thank Goddess) but in My attempt to get things out of My car, My keys dropped and I could not find them. I knew they hadn’t dropped onto the road as I did not hear the clunk, but where they had dropped was a total mystery! On top of trying to find them, the handle of My plastic bag with 2 bottles of red in it broke and the bag and its contents fell to the ground – one bottle smashed and one bottle survived. Just great… My evening was starting off well… NOT! Be thankful for small mercies… at least there was still one bottle of red to drink!
After what seemed like an impossibly long time, I finally found the keys I was looking for in a spot which was not at all obvious and now I could make My way inside My premises to get changed. The birthday boy enjoys discipline and I wanted to wear something appropriately strict: white blouse, black skirt, black underbust corset, natural stockings with black seams and black shoes.
All of this ended up delaying U/us by half an hour. No point in stressing, just had to get on with getting ready and leave the moment W/we were with a short detour to collect slave connor on O/our way. The drive, despite the rain, was relatively straightforward.
Fortunately, W/we were not late for dinner and once that was over, Paddy was instructed by his Mistress to seek 10 Dommes to give him 5 birthday spankings each using an implement of their choice. Not only was I asked to contribute, I was at the top of his list and would be given the privilege of starting off the spanking celebration procedure… with a cane… naturally!
There was an additional surprise for the birthday boy first… an hilarious comedy which had U/us all in fits of laughter. The delightful birthday gift was then presented to Paddy who was now ready for his birthday spankings, appropriately dressed in his brand new, beautifully embroidered, spanking pants.
I generously warmed up his lily white cheeks with My hand but I was not there to make things TOO easy for him *winks*. Before long, a cane was chosen and administered with the precision he deserved. 5 cuts did not take long to deliver and he was left with 4 divine red marks (two cuts landed in the same place) which proudly lasted throughout his birthday spanking session.
The evening flew quickly as always when you are having lots of fun and it took Me about half an hour to say My goodbyes to everyone before W/we headed back home in the continuing rain.
It may have been a wet trip but it was well worth it and slave tate did a great job in transporting his Goddess and his slave brother safely to and from the party. Now to look forward to a wonderful session with My maid tomorrow and what a surprise I have in store for her *smiles*.