On going to a play-munch

If you bolt a meeting onto a lunch you get a munch, so we are assured, and Dominic Hyde decided to have one last week at the Central Station bar in London. The nice thing about this is that the bar has a sex licence so all sorts of things are allowed to pass there, including BDSM activities in the basement area. So this was a play munch with chaps like me sat on the terrace talking to all and sundry, whilst enthusiastic players whacked the living daylights out of sundry backsides down in the cellar.

I had little urge to go down the stairs, partly because Raven had only just flown in that very day from South Africa and was totally cream crackered by the experience, but mainly because smacking bottoms in cellars is just not my thing. Smacking them in bedrooms where the owner of the bottom can be reduced to a state of humiliated submission prior to receiving my cock is one thing, but what do I get out just administering a spanking? The whole deal strikes me as too much topping from the bottom, thank you very much, and that is not my bag at all.

That said, I did get to chat with a rather nice ethnic Japanese girl and I did agree to escort her downstairs and whilst we were winding our way to the basement I did make it plain that knickers always come down and spankings are invariably hard. I had never upended a Daughter of Nippon before and figured that the experience would be memorable. Clearly it was for her as she wrote to me the next day telling me that verily I spanked her very hard. Not that I hadn't warned her...

I found out from Raven also the next day that as I was getting up to go off with the girl she had signalled to Raven that she wanted me to spank her and that Raven had nodded her agreement. This has left me wondering if the South African had not also signalled that this was conditional upon the Nipponese remaining unfucked.

Bloody women - they get their own way, don't they?