Fun, Fearless, and Fabolously Fourty (R/L)
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:06 am
Please bear with me I usually don't write real life accounts, as up till now I really didn't have any to share, I'm also out of practice for writing in general. Hope you enjoy it, and it's not to boring.
Like some of us I have the need to be tossed over a mans lap and spanked. Either for pleasure as a type of foreplay or because I have done something to deserve a spanking. But the real life event I'm about to share with you was for neither, and in a such a situation I never thought I'd find myself in. Everything I'm about to recount to you actually happened. The only thing I didn't share were names of people and the establishment it took place in.
Every year for the last 8 years myself and a few of my close girlfriends have gone to bike week up in Laconia. We have a schedule we follow each and every year. The first weekend is just for the girls, no husbands or significant others are allowed to join us. Naturally to ease the mens worries we pick that weekend as it's just getting started and fewer people are there. It gives them a sense of security knowing their wives and girlfriends are not in much danger of something bad happening. The second weekend is for everyone to go out and enjoy themselves. It also happens to fall right around my birthday. This year my 40th birthday was that Saturday night.
I have been very fortunate that I do not look my age. I have been carded for both cigarettes and alcohol. Some do because there are new laws that require ID checks for anyone that looks younger than 40. Others do it because they just don't believe I'm as old as I am. Personally I take it as a compliment. I even take it as a compliment when a cub asks me out. While i can't see myself dating anyone younger than me by more than 4 years, it is still nice to know I can still turn the head of a much younger man.
I have never been one who was comfortable as the center of attention. I'm a quiet lady who would much rather listen to my friends talk than have all eyes on me. I am most certainly not an exhibitionist. For that one night everything changed. All eyes were on me as I was the center of attention standing on stage as the band wished me happy birthday.
We had spend the first 2 hours we were there walking around the board walk and the drive-in parking lot checking out the vendors doing a little shopping. At about 9 we hit our favorite dance club there when we go out dancing. We're there often enough that we have become friendly with some of the bouncers and bartenders. That night it was packed to capacity with all types of people from all walks of life. Various club, weekend warriors, and people who never rode a motorcycle yet enjoyed the energy that bike week creates. Myself I'm the only one in my group of friends who, while I do not ride my own, is very happy being the "bitch". I have been fascinated with motorcycles for as long as I can remember. Most definitely for as long as I have been interested in this thing we do. Whenever I hear that rumble of one my head instantly snaps in that direction to catch a glimpse.
At around 10pm my best friends bought me a shot as we all toasted me turning 40. I very seldom drink as I'd much rather be the designated driver. I'm very happy staying sober and making sure all my loved ones get home safe and sound. However, I could not turn down the drink that night. Because I do not drink much at all, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, that one double shot succeeded in getting me good and drunk. So much so that a close guy friend kept asking me if I was OK, because he had never seen me in that condition. I was laughing, talking up a storm, and dancing my ass off. We never left the dance floor all night, with the exception of the 3 times to sneak out side for that quick smoke. It was the talking I had been doing that threw him for a loop. Everything else was very common for me sober or not.
It was nearing midnight and we were about to be leaving when my girlfriends pulled me back out on to the floor one last time, back to our usual spot, right up in front of the stage. Just as we get there, the lead singer gives a shot out to me, wishing me a Happy Birthday. My girlfriends try dragging me up on stage but not being comfortable with being the center of attention I hesitate, till I make them promise to join me. I can dance with the best of them, that wasn't a concern, what was was being up there alone. The 3 of us hop up on stage and the lead singer calls me over with mic in hand. I turn around to see my girlfriends had in fact ditched me, leaving me up there alone.
The lead singer asked if i was the birthday girl, then she asked how old I was. Like the rest of the people that night when my girls told them my age she didn't believe me either. Then out of no where she asks "Have you had your birthday spanking yet?" I smile and nod, "Yes I have on the boat ride over here." Which was the truth. On of my friends husband had picked me up and had me in a bear hug so his wife could give me 40 swats on the bottom. Apparently that wasn't good enough for her. She shook her head laughing "That doesn't count" Meanwhile I'm shaking my head thinking "Oh yes it does!" Then with the most innocent smile on her face and pleading look she says "What do you say, right here and right now?" Now I'm shocked, this is not something that ever happens to me. I know my girls didn't put her up to it because I can see their shocked look on their faces, wondering if this outwardly reserved person was going to let her wild child out. For as far as I could see there were hundreds of faces staring at me, wondering if I would agree. I look at her and politely shake my head no, "I think I'm all set." I say. That also wasn't good enough for her, another coy smile spread across her face. "Oh come on, it's bike week, live a little, besides you only turn 40 once."
Now where this came from I don't know, but for some reason in a matter of seconds I go from "No way in hell" To "Eh what could it hurt, this will be something I'll never forget." Turning to look at her, I shake my head and say "Oh, why not" Looking at me with a huge smile on her face she says "Ya?" , I shake my head ya. That was enough for her, the crowd start clapping and the band members smile at me. "Drop them" is the next thing I hear from this woman. I turn and think "Oh hell no! There is a $250 fine per nipple for indecent exposure, I cant imagine what it would be like for both cheeks. Never mind I'm all set with over 500 strangers staring at my ass. I laugh and shake my head "no". Then the innocent "Please" comes at me. For the second time that night, I have no idea where it came from because it's not me, I say "Sure." The band who had been playing all along stops long enough to let the cheers of the crowd ring through the club, then they continued to play through what followed.
The applause is deafening standing on stage as I turn around and unbuckle my belt and cargo's, dropping enough to reveal my tattoo and the top of my cheeks. What I didn't know was what she was hiding on the back side of her. A leather strap. I turn my head to look at her as I see her wind up from way back letting it fall on my exposed skin. All i could think was "Damn it that stung!" And wow did it. I had been belted before and while it was painful this was something completely different. My adrenaline was rushing. I turned my head to look back stage and locked my eyes with the drummer who was smiling ear to ear. Course I too had a smile on my face because I couldn't believe I had not only stepped outside my comfort zone but took a few giant leaps. It was becoming very painful at about 30 lashes I was ready to tell her enough, but I didn't, when the 40th one landed I turned my head with a smile, looking at her saying "Oh yes we are done!" She grabbed me into a hug, and whispered in my ear, "That was great! You are so much fun, enjoy the rest of your birthday darlin!" I buckled my pants and walked to the side of the stage, there my girls were waiting for me, with huge shocked looks on their face. They knew I had a wild side, but had never witnessed anything close to that in all the years I had known them. A few of the men standing off stage had helped me down, where my girls took over and dragged me through the crowded dance floor.
As we were walking back to our table people were stopping me wishing my "Happy Birthday" A few even came over from where they were sitting at. One lady had even pulled my friend aside and told her, "Let her know she'll be soar tomorrow with bruises." When my friend told me what the woman said I shrugged, smiled, and told her, "Nah this wont leave a bruise and I'll be fine by the morning." Oh don't get me wrong I was most definitely soar, and had some serious welts but she was careful enough that I had nothing to worry about. My poor guy friend was shocked speechless. Finally I turn to my girlfriend and asked "Do I even want to know how many flashes had gone off." They both smiled and said "Ummm, no you don't" Well at least they don't have my face in them I thought.
Soon after we left and went back to the boat for the ride back to the house. The husbands had gone back to the boat and waited for us there. So they had no idea why we were 20 minutes late getting to them. They thought we were lying to them, till I showed them my behind. No one including myself could believe what I had done. I knew I had it in me to do it, but I was unsure if push comes to shove would I. Clearly I would. We still laugh and joke about it to this day. We have a saying "What happens in bike week stays in bike week." Only a small handful of people know about it in my life. And for everyone else that was there that night, it wont be something they will soon forget. In all my years going I have never witnessed anything like that before. I will definitely be remembered by many.
Zura
Like some of us I have the need to be tossed over a mans lap and spanked. Either for pleasure as a type of foreplay or because I have done something to deserve a spanking. But the real life event I'm about to share with you was for neither, and in a such a situation I never thought I'd find myself in. Everything I'm about to recount to you actually happened. The only thing I didn't share were names of people and the establishment it took place in.
Every year for the last 8 years myself and a few of my close girlfriends have gone to bike week up in Laconia. We have a schedule we follow each and every year. The first weekend is just for the girls, no husbands or significant others are allowed to join us. Naturally to ease the mens worries we pick that weekend as it's just getting started and fewer people are there. It gives them a sense of security knowing their wives and girlfriends are not in much danger of something bad happening. The second weekend is for everyone to go out and enjoy themselves. It also happens to fall right around my birthday. This year my 40th birthday was that Saturday night.
I have been very fortunate that I do not look my age. I have been carded for both cigarettes and alcohol. Some do because there are new laws that require ID checks for anyone that looks younger than 40. Others do it because they just don't believe I'm as old as I am. Personally I take it as a compliment. I even take it as a compliment when a cub asks me out. While i can't see myself dating anyone younger than me by more than 4 years, it is still nice to know I can still turn the head of a much younger man.
I have never been one who was comfortable as the center of attention. I'm a quiet lady who would much rather listen to my friends talk than have all eyes on me. I am most certainly not an exhibitionist. For that one night everything changed. All eyes were on me as I was the center of attention standing on stage as the band wished me happy birthday.
We had spend the first 2 hours we were there walking around the board walk and the drive-in parking lot checking out the vendors doing a little shopping. At about 9 we hit our favorite dance club there when we go out dancing. We're there often enough that we have become friendly with some of the bouncers and bartenders. That night it was packed to capacity with all types of people from all walks of life. Various club, weekend warriors, and people who never rode a motorcycle yet enjoyed the energy that bike week creates. Myself I'm the only one in my group of friends who, while I do not ride my own, is very happy being the "bitch". I have been fascinated with motorcycles for as long as I can remember. Most definitely for as long as I have been interested in this thing we do. Whenever I hear that rumble of one my head instantly snaps in that direction to catch a glimpse.
At around 10pm my best friends bought me a shot as we all toasted me turning 40. I very seldom drink as I'd much rather be the designated driver. I'm very happy staying sober and making sure all my loved ones get home safe and sound. However, I could not turn down the drink that night. Because I do not drink much at all, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, that one double shot succeeded in getting me good and drunk. So much so that a close guy friend kept asking me if I was OK, because he had never seen me in that condition. I was laughing, talking up a storm, and dancing my ass off. We never left the dance floor all night, with the exception of the 3 times to sneak out side for that quick smoke. It was the talking I had been doing that threw him for a loop. Everything else was very common for me sober or not.
It was nearing midnight and we were about to be leaving when my girlfriends pulled me back out on to the floor one last time, back to our usual spot, right up in front of the stage. Just as we get there, the lead singer gives a shot out to me, wishing me a Happy Birthday. My girlfriends try dragging me up on stage but not being comfortable with being the center of attention I hesitate, till I make them promise to join me. I can dance with the best of them, that wasn't a concern, what was was being up there alone. The 3 of us hop up on stage and the lead singer calls me over with mic in hand. I turn around to see my girlfriends had in fact ditched me, leaving me up there alone.
The lead singer asked if i was the birthday girl, then she asked how old I was. Like the rest of the people that night when my girls told them my age she didn't believe me either. Then out of no where she asks "Have you had your birthday spanking yet?" I smile and nod, "Yes I have on the boat ride over here." Which was the truth. On of my friends husband had picked me up and had me in a bear hug so his wife could give me 40 swats on the bottom. Apparently that wasn't good enough for her. She shook her head laughing "That doesn't count" Meanwhile I'm shaking my head thinking "Oh yes it does!" Then with the most innocent smile on her face and pleading look she says "What do you say, right here and right now?" Now I'm shocked, this is not something that ever happens to me. I know my girls didn't put her up to it because I can see their shocked look on their faces, wondering if this outwardly reserved person was going to let her wild child out. For as far as I could see there were hundreds of faces staring at me, wondering if I would agree. I look at her and politely shake my head no, "I think I'm all set." I say. That also wasn't good enough for her, another coy smile spread across her face. "Oh come on, it's bike week, live a little, besides you only turn 40 once."
Now where this came from I don't know, but for some reason in a matter of seconds I go from "No way in hell" To "Eh what could it hurt, this will be something I'll never forget." Turning to look at her, I shake my head and say "Oh, why not" Looking at me with a huge smile on her face she says "Ya?" , I shake my head ya. That was enough for her, the crowd start clapping and the band members smile at me. "Drop them" is the next thing I hear from this woman. I turn and think "Oh hell no! There is a $250 fine per nipple for indecent exposure, I cant imagine what it would be like for both cheeks. Never mind I'm all set with over 500 strangers staring at my ass. I laugh and shake my head "no". Then the innocent "Please" comes at me. For the second time that night, I have no idea where it came from because it's not me, I say "Sure." The band who had been playing all along stops long enough to let the cheers of the crowd ring through the club, then they continued to play through what followed.
The applause is deafening standing on stage as I turn around and unbuckle my belt and cargo's, dropping enough to reveal my tattoo and the top of my cheeks. What I didn't know was what she was hiding on the back side of her. A leather strap. I turn my head to look at her as I see her wind up from way back letting it fall on my exposed skin. All i could think was "Damn it that stung!" And wow did it. I had been belted before and while it was painful this was something completely different. My adrenaline was rushing. I turned my head to look back stage and locked my eyes with the drummer who was smiling ear to ear. Course I too had a smile on my face because I couldn't believe I had not only stepped outside my comfort zone but took a few giant leaps. It was becoming very painful at about 30 lashes I was ready to tell her enough, but I didn't, when the 40th one landed I turned my head with a smile, looking at her saying "Oh yes we are done!" She grabbed me into a hug, and whispered in my ear, "That was great! You are so much fun, enjoy the rest of your birthday darlin!" I buckled my pants and walked to the side of the stage, there my girls were waiting for me, with huge shocked looks on their face. They knew I had a wild side, but had never witnessed anything close to that in all the years I had known them. A few of the men standing off stage had helped me down, where my girls took over and dragged me through the crowded dance floor.
As we were walking back to our table people were stopping me wishing my "Happy Birthday" A few even came over from where they were sitting at. One lady had even pulled my friend aside and told her, "Let her know she'll be soar tomorrow with bruises." When my friend told me what the woman said I shrugged, smiled, and told her, "Nah this wont leave a bruise and I'll be fine by the morning." Oh don't get me wrong I was most definitely soar, and had some serious welts but she was careful enough that I had nothing to worry about. My poor guy friend was shocked speechless. Finally I turn to my girlfriend and asked "Do I even want to know how many flashes had gone off." They both smiled and said "Ummm, no you don't" Well at least they don't have my face in them I thought.
Soon after we left and went back to the boat for the ride back to the house. The husbands had gone back to the boat and waited for us there. So they had no idea why we were 20 minutes late getting to them. They thought we were lying to them, till I showed them my behind. No one including myself could believe what I had done. I knew I had it in me to do it, but I was unsure if push comes to shove would I. Clearly I would. We still laugh and joke about it to this day. We have a saying "What happens in bike week stays in bike week." Only a small handful of people know about it in my life. And for everyone else that was there that night, it wont be something they will soon forget. In all my years going I have never witnessed anything like that before. I will definitely be remembered by many.
Zura