Over the knee, over the edge

OTK night was quite thrilling, starting off with a celebrity encounter at the munch.

We got to the Moonstruck Diner and there was almost no one there. Anxious that no one else would show up (my usual BS paranoia about no one liking me), we settled in nonetheless. It was us and two other regulars. I went to the ladies' room and there was a 30-, maybe 40-something woman holding her daughter up to the sink to wash her hands. I was waiting for a stall. She put the little girl down and the toddler proudly announced to me, "I went pee pee!" This seemed to be some sort of a big deal, so I smiled and said, "Oh, that's VERY GOOD!" Her mom said to her, "You forgot!--You went pee pee without the potty seat!" She was all ready to go announce this developmental milestone to the rest of her family. My stall opened up and I put them out of my mind for the moment.

Back out in the diner a man came walking by us, pausing momentarily at the restroom entrance to determine which one was the men's room. It was Gilbert Gottfried, the comedian! Oh wow. When he came out he went over to the lady and little girl I'd seen in the ladies room; to all appearances, his wife and daughter. They had a baby in a stroller, too.

For some reason, they were sitting at the other end of our table momentarily. We were all doing the New Yorker thing and pretending we didn't know he was a celebrity. The little girl started wandering. She came down to our end of the table and decided to sit down next to me. She started talking to us. Rad, ever the comedian, stood up and started doing a funny waiter bit, announcing crazy specials of the day. Gilbert Gottfried's wife was laughing. The little girl was amused momentarily by Rad, but then started moving from seat to seat, as children will do. They left pretty soon after that, and that was pretty much the highlight of the munch. Eventually, we had 10 people and some interesting conversations ... mainly about MP3 players and shareware. Oh, there was a brief side conversation about how well chewing gum would actually cover bad breath ... but I need not go into that here.

At Paddles, a few more people showed up and there ended up being a decent party in spite of a somewhat sparse crowd. Some of our buddies are in Florida this weekend at the Florida Moonshine party, so there was some reason for there being fewer people. Still, I felt some disappointment.

I saw this new guy, looking domly, all in black and ... mirror sunglasses? He either thought he looked cool or had some problem with light. But he was in good shape and looked appealing. We decided to play. He had a silly role play where I was his French maid, who was supposed to bake French apple tarts and have them ready when he got home. Instead I forgot to cook dinner, drank his champagne and ate all the apples, leaving a trail of apple cores to the bedroom, where he found me lying there masturbating. (As the role play developed, apparently I'd also not cleaned the house. I hate when maids in spanking fantasies do that!)

Well, he got into my head space and was just really pushing my submissive buttons. I was feeling that little edge of fear that I like, not knowing where he was going to go. Plus, he was strong and of course I liked that. We were in the back room and he says he needs to put me on display. He grabs my hair and leads me out to the stage area. This meant we were walking past the snack bar, where Rad and our other friends were sitting. As I went by I kind of shrugged to Rad and tried to wink at Marie to indicate it was all part of the game. It was strange to have that moment witnessed.

We went up on the stage and it was nothing that different; I'm over his knee and he's spanking me and lecturing me. Suddenly he was lifting me and turning my body. I was up in the air with NO idea where I was supposed to be ending up; I think I even said, "whoa, where am I going?" I was slightly giddy at the manhandling, though, and was going with the flow.

Unfortunate. Next thing I knew we were crashing. I landed and struck the back wall. It's not concrete but rather has a rough Styrofoam-based facade that looks like rocks. I scraped my back along the wall and my ankle got scraped on something else. I was pretty stunned.

At this noise, Eric from Paddles, Rad, several other friends as well as some strangers all rushed over to see if I was okay. That was nice to see. It felt good.

The dom I was playing with explained that he'd been trying to put his foot up on a chair and sling me over his raised knee, a position I actually love. But the chair had skidded out from under him and that's when we both went down.

He and I took a small break. He actually let me spank him to make up for what had happened. Then I agreed to continue our scene. In retrospect, I probably should have ended it, but, like I said, I was in this nice submissive head space and wanted to keep going. Nothing else bad happened, and his spanking was actually very nice. But it's a good lesson to remember, when I start going into that zone, that I STILL really do have my senses about me (for the most part) and I don't need to continue any play I feel unsafe or uncomfortable about.