30 something female, attends Crimson Moon parties because husband can't bring himself to spank her, nicknamed "Sweet Tooth" because of her carvings for sugary snacks.

I have been a member of Crimson Moon for about three years now but I remember my first party quite vividly.

Winter, 2004

As I was sitting in the car on my way over, all kinds of thoughts went through my mind: I was laughing at myself for doing something as "crazy" as going to a spanking party; I was also excited that finally, somebody would be giving me the spanking that I had been wanting. However, I was nervous too.

The free previews on the spanking web sites that I watched had these late teen/early twenty aged ladies with fashion model bodies. Would anybody want to spank a 30+ person who was also rather overweight (yes, unfortunately, I do live up to my nickname!)? Even if they did want me, would I "chicken out" once I got to the party and spend the whole evening without ever allowing myself to get spanked? My doubts were soon put to rest. I found everyone to be so nice; in about an hour I was giving out my real first name without thinking (I had sworn to myself before the party that everybody would only know me as "Sweet Tooth"). I didn't lack for play partners either-- you know the old expression "more of you to love?" Well, it seems that a lot of Tops enjoy having a greater "surface area" to spank in a "full figured" woman. All the guys were perfect gentlemen. They always asked for permission before raising my skirt or lowering my undies (I had a thong on so they wouldn't see everything once my pants were off). Knowing that it was my first party, as each one whacked my bottom they kept asking if I was OK-- translation: "I'm not spanking you too hard or making you emotionally uncomfortable, am I?" Quite the contrary; it has been my experience that most experienced Tops are quite good at reading body language and know when to stop (or at least ease up on the intensity).

There is one thing that makes me laugh at myself now. The first couple of times a top showed me his vast array of "disciplinary implements" my mouth fell open. Really, I stood there for a moment or two with my jaw hanging down looking at what seemed to be hundreds of paddles, belts, and straps in every shape, size, and material imaginable. (no, nobody will use all of them on you--LOL!). I knew the spankers would have such things but I didn't think they would have WHOLE SUITCASES or duffel bags FULL of them. Now that time has passed and I've lost track as to how many CM gatherings I've actually attended, not much surprises me anymore. On the other hand, while there may be less surprises, the parties certainly haven't become any less fun. Why not give Crimson Moon a try?

"Sweet Tooth"

 

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This years' party came in the midst of a 110 degree heat wave that had ComEd blacking-out thousands! Despite the sweltering heat, failing air conditioning, overbooked hotel, and a confused front desk, a good time was had by all.

A different style of author for a change, a FemDom Couple! They attend BDSM club and munch meetings in Houston, and even belong to the WHAP! Magazine femdom society. Back home, Ken is the only one who gets spanked. Ken is a switch who subs to his lovely wife and particularly enjoys the opportunity brought by this party to top as many women as possible! She enjoys his enjoyment, but wasn't too hopeful about finding someone to top herself. Read on and see if she did.

An Introduction to Ken and Laurie

We are an adventurous, happily married, thirty something , spanking couple living in Houston Texas. Our spanking play with each other has evolved during our eighteen years of play to the point where we have chosen the roles of female top and male switch. During the evolution, we have each assumed every conceivable role that two people can assume in the spanking scene. We love all forms of spanking play. We enjoy erotic, role playing, behavior modification, and real discipline spanking.

Three years ago we decided that we would take our spanking play to a new level and play publicly. We are exhibitionists and voyeurs at heart and realized that public play greatly enhances the intensity of a scene. We have made many friends in the local BDSM scene in Houston and have been exposed to a wide range of scene activities. However, we always felt that our main interest in the scene involved spanking and were frustrated that there are apparently no spanking oriented clubs in Texas. (True no longer!)

We were known as the spanking couple in our scene play and our effort to find others like us resulted in a search of the Internet. Our searches had made us aware of national spanking clubs but they all were far away. We became aware of Crimson Moon through their web site. We always felt that Crimson Moon was exactly what we were looking for but never considered attending a party. It just seemed like the effort to attend a party outweighed the benefit we would receive. We had two kids who would have to be looked after while we were gone. There was the expense associated with the travel. We would have to take off time from work to get there. We were also concerned that we might not be accepted or like the people involved. It just didn’t make sense to travel that far for an experience that we weren’t sure would be rewarding.

It seemed like the excuses we could come up with not to go were endless. Crimson Moon’s decision to come to San Antonio in March of 1999 forced us to act. There was no way we were going to skip a party only 175 miles away. We of course were nervous when we arrived at the hotel in San Antonio. We summoned up our courage and walked into the hotel. What we found was the nicest group of people that we had ever met. The membership was a group of well adjusted, normal people who simply love spanking. We felt safe and noticed only consensual play was allowed. The leadership of the group makes every effort to make sure the participants are safe before they are invited to attend. We both felt the precautions taken by the leaders created an atmosphere where single women could come and safely experience their spanking fantasies.

We found that a Crimson Moon party is really a celebration of spanking. The leaders of the group had developed games to break the ice and get everyone into a spanking good mood. We made many good friends. We found endless opportunities to play and by the end of the weekend we had decided we would be regular participants at the parties. Suddenly, Chicago didn’t seem as far away any more, and we looked forward to the time when we could make it up there to attend another party.

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Ken’s July Party Review

Being married to a top female has only one obvious draw back, it limits my opportunities to fulfill my desire to top. I have a couple of female bottoms that I play with but I am the type of person who could play spanking games everyday. I arrived in Chicago with the intention of letting the top side of my switch spanking personality run wild. The thing I like best about Crimson Moon parties is that there are so many women present that come to fulfill their desire to bottom. I was not disappointed. The brat pack was out in force at the party.

The key to any spanking group’s success is finding enough women to participate. Crimson Moon makes every effort to keep the balance of participants 50% Men and Women. I know how hard it is to convince a woman to decide that it is time to experience a long held fantasy to be spanked. I am truly impressed by Crimson Moon’s ability to get so many women to participate. Not just married women. The number of single women at the July party that gathered the courage to act on and fulfill their fantasies was remarkable. It speaks well for Crimson Moon that they have created an environment where a woman can be safe even while laying across the knee of a male spanker. The only explanation is that after a woman attends a Crimson Moon party she has such a good time that she comes back again and again.

I arrived late Thursday night and successfully negotiated the less than helpful front desk. After dropping off my bags, I made a beeline for the Crimson Moon party suites. When I arrived, I was warmly greeted by the members I had met in San Antonio. I met new people that night as well. I strongly encourage any first time party attendees to not be shy. I have not met anyone that was unfriendly at a party. The spanking activity was limited the first night but the hard core brats were able to force the occasional over the knee session.

Starting Friday the spanking activity was in full force. Bonnie couldn’t leave on her sightseeing tour with Hobbsie without a good morning spanking and I was more than willing to help her out. Laurie and I then went down to the lobby to wait for our good friends Rich, Trisha and Sara to arrive. Trisha and Sara had given me unmitigated hell on the Internet since March and both had been promised their comeuppance at the party. I think they both got it but Trisha has accused me of ignoring her. I really think the fault was hers. She was lap surfing the whole time she was there and I didn’t have time to wait in line. I will make sure she doesn’t feel that way at future parties.

I felt that the bratting on Friday night was exceptional. At one point, I was being harassed by Trisha, Sara, Diana and Gina. I guess that they felt safe because its hard to deal with more than one of them at a time. However, James seems to have mastered the technique. For anyone on the fence wondering if you should come to a party and wondering if anyone will be willing to play with you, four brats harassing one top should be all that needs to be said.

They kind enough to allow Laurie and me to participate in Brenda’s fantasy of a group spanking. That a beautiful woman could develop the desire to be punished by a group of people for poor behavior is unbelievable. That Crimson Moon could fulfill this fantasy in a safe group environment is fantastic. I think she got just what she deserved. Sorry to all the male tops that missed out because poor Brenda’s bottom was toast after the scene. It was a little alarming that after Brenda’s scene her personality seemed to change. Pay back was hell and more than one of the males involved felt the wrath of Brenda. If there are any other women out there with long held fantasies for group punishment simply tell the leaders of Crimson Moon. Just be sure to ask for Ken to participate in the scene.

I would be remiss if I didn’t tell the group that I felt the ladies from Ohio are exceptional. Diana provoked me the entire weekend and finally got what she deserved Saturday night. I have never seen anyone who has the ability be spanked as much and as hard as Suzy. Gina talked me into bottoming and she definitely proved she knows what she is doing as a top.

The most meaningful and rewarding experience I had at the party was with my good friend Sara. We got to experience a real discipline scene together which was emotion charged and quite rewarding for both of us. Thank you.

My only regret is that there were so many more women that I wanted to meet and play with but just couldn’t find the time. Oh well, there will be other parties. Long live Crimson Moon and thanks to Mike, Jon, Dawn, Bonnie, Heather and whoever else puts in the effort required to create the perfect environment for the spankos of the world to fulfill their fantasies.

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Laurie’s July Party Review

Being a female top is somewhat of a rare occurrence at a Crimson Moon event. One of the things I had noticed at the earlier party was that there were a lot of female bottoms, a fair amount of female switches, about an equal number of male switches, and a lot of male tops. I had previously only met two other female tops and I wondered if there would be anyone for me to play with. I was a little nervous about coming as I was uncertain how to approach a man who was a switch. I wondered if those switches were more interested in being a top than a bottom and wondered also if they were more interested in switching with females who were willing to switch roles back.

Luckily, I wasn’t left without the opportunity to play and I had a blast. There were several men who didn’t care that I wouldn’t bottom and made themselves available to me without making me feel as though I had disappointed them by not switching roles and I thank them.

Another thing which I was nervous about was whether a male top would be judgmental or disapproving, something which I have found often happens in the BDSM scene. There are some men who think that there is no such thing as a female top, especially one who enjoys the spanking play above the rest of the activities. I found this was not the case with Crimson Moon. I guess that is the best thing about the people that are a part of this group. Everyone accepts each other within their prescribed limits and it is easy to get to know people for who they are.

When we first arrived, I’ll admit I was a little apprehensive though about launching myself into the party without the “protection” of my little blue dot designating me as a top, since most of the women switch or are bottoms. Being a new women in the club makes you a potential play partner for the male tops or male switches. However, once introduced and the roles defined, as I said before, everything was okay. In fact no top made me feel like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing and a couple of male tops surprised me by asking if I would top them. It was a rewarding experience for both of us, well, at least me!

I was also pleasantly surprised to be included in a couple of scenes with female bottoms who enjoyed being spanked by another woman. One of the things I think that is most prevalent at the parties is that men who will bottom prefer to do it in a private setting while the women will play just about anywhere. I enjoy both the private and the public play and found it amusing that the male tops were quick to provide toys and advice when I topped another woman in public. I think they enjoyed the scene as much as the woman and I did.

With regard to private play; however, one thing that Mike stresses at the beginning of a party is that you shouldn’t play with anyone you don’t feel comfortable with especially in private. I appreciate all of the effort that Mike, Jon, and all the rest have undertaken to make sure that the people who attend the parties are genuine and safe. I know it takes a lot of time to do this and I want them to know that their efforts are appreciated. I felt safe playing in private and no one had a problem if I asked for another to be present in a more private setting or when I let someone else know where I was going and with whom.

I probably didn’t play as much as I could have because its hard within the short time frame of a party to get to know people you haven’t met before. There were a couple of men who identified themselves as switches I would have liked to play with but didn’t know how to approach them. As I said before, I didn’t know if they were more interested in women who would switch roles or would be satisfied with only being topped by me. To those men I may have disappointed because I am somewhat shy, I apologize. If you see me at the next party, don’t you be shy! It can be difficult to approach someone but the best way to let it be known that you want to play is to be a brat. Nothing gets a top going like a naughty boy, or girl for that matter, egging you on. At this party the brat pack was in excellent form.

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This author is a plus size 30-something single woman who lives in a small town in the "back woods" of Texas. The Internet has been her sole connection to the spanking world prior to this party, and "Hobbsey" has made her smiling presence as welcome in cyber as in person.

TEXAS Style Butt Whippins! by Hobbsey

The Crimson Moon bash in San Antonio was a huge success, drawing people from all over the U.S. One guest flew all the way from Alaska; now that is dedication. Of course, many guests were from all over Texas, and I understand we are getting together a Texas chapter of the organization. Hooray! It was my first spanking party, and my first spanking in r/l, and am quite eager for next time.

Our local host and hostess, Lin and Fred, were most gracious, and they had some wonderful party plans. There were several games to break the ice, including musical chairs and breaking a piñata. Of course, whoever was "out" during each round of musical chairs got a spanking. There were also a schoolroom scene complete with rambunctious and smart-mouthed students, and a captivating caning demonstration. There were plenty of opportunities for being naughty and making mischief. Water guns, a food fight and smashing confetti eggs on people's heads were fun, and so were the results; no sooner did I smash a confetti egg than I abruptly found myself OTK once again. As for being smart-alecky, I did not have to exert myself at all; only a very mild comment was needed to earn a spanking. During the courtroom trials, the judge, Mike, was blatantly injudicious, awarding spankings or not purely on whim. This was entirely satisfactory, as I soon found myself across the sheriff's knee, squirming under his very hard hand.

Saturday night was a western theme, and many guests wore costumes. There were cowboys, marshals, the sheriff, dance hall girls, a Native American lass, and many others. Guests wore marked name tags, to make it clear who was a top, bottom, switch or just an observer. Everyone who attended, without exception, was as friendly and receptive as could be. After the initial jitters, I felt very safe OTK or just watching. I never had to say "slow down" or "stop" more than once, and mostly, I did not have to say it at all; most of the tops were astute observers of body language. I never felt pressured to do anything I felt uncomfortable with, and when I felt too shy to ask a stranger to play, some of the more experienced partygoers were happy to intervene on my behalf. There was no negative feedback about my rather large size. On the contrary, I was given to understand by several more experienced players that many spanko gentlemen prefer women with a larger hiney to spank. I certainly did not lack for partners, and every one of them was a perfect gentleman.

I was surprised at how much a hand spanking can hurt, as I found myself hollering from the first smack every time. I easily determined that many of the comments made about spanking are true: different instruments render distinct sensations. A spanking hurts much worse on a bare bottom than it does over panties; and over just panties hurts much worse than over jeans. But it surprised me that the padded bucket seat of a car was more uncomfortable than hard wooden chairs after a spanking. Oh well, you live and learn. And I am looking forward to learning much more in the future at the May Crimson Moon party.

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This author, for a change, is a single guy, rather than a single woman. Thought it about time we heard from the other side of the spanking scene. His own description: "The author, a SWM in his thirties, went to the Crimson Moon Halloween party lacking real-life spanking experience. He was determined to change that situation."

KNAX GETS WHACKED, A "CRIMSON MOON" PARTY REVIEW

My friend Mija, who knew I was going to Crimson Moon's Halloween party, sent me an email message the other day asking if I returned from the party "a spanked man." I'm happy to report to her and the rest of the spanko universe that I did leave the party "a spanked man." I also left as a man who'd been paddled. And caned. And cropped. And flogged. And strapped.

I had a big night!

Like many spankos I've gotten to know in the past couple of years, I'd always been in the closet about having spanking fantasies as part of my sexuality until I discovered the internet. I delurked on the alt.sex.spanking newsgroup (the predecessor to soc.sexuality. spanking) in December 1996. I've had a positive experience being part of the on-line spanking community, but for the past year, I've yearned to do more than interact with other spankos in cyberspace.

I finally attended my first spanking play party last May: a gathering in Chicago of some people from the #overlap channel on the IRC. At that party, I was content just to be there. But at my latest one, the Crimson Moon Halloween party, I really wanted to participate in the playing.

Though I consider myself a switch, I'm more oriented to the "bottom" side of the spanking arrangement and I wanted to experience what it feels like to be spanked before trying my hand at spanking someone. So I chose my party costume with that goal in mind. On Halloween afternoon, I drove into Chicago's northside near the intersection of Clark and Belmont where the cool stores are. There I bought a plaid choke collar with spikes and a white tee-shirt sporting a picture of an angry young man with a Mohawk haircut. Back at the hotel, I cut off the tee-shirt's arms and used some styling gel to give my hair a greasy, spiky look. I donned the choke collar and tee-shirt and stuffed my pants legs into a pair of UK-made military-style boots that I have.

I put masking tape across the faces of my paddle and with a marker wrote "AUTHORITY SUX" in big block letters on one side and "TROUBLED YOUTH" on the other. Though I entered the main play room of the party a bit worried that I wouldn't achieve my goal of getting whacked, it turned out I had little to fear. A few minutes after arriving, MJ, who's a switch whom I had met at last May's #overlap party, commented on the expressions of rebellion on my paddle.

Telling her that a troubled youth could always use some discipline, the next thing I knew I was bent over a chair with my butt high in the air getting my attitude adjusted! MJ gave me numerous swats with my paddle, mixed in with several handspanks. I can't recall how many whacks I got, but I know it was a lot and I savored every one (as well as the hug when the spanking was over.)

Having acheived my goal, I sat back with satisfaction and enjoyed the camaraderie of the party. The party's atmosphere was fabulous: there was lots of enthusiastic, good-natured playing accompanied by much laughter. Obviously, this was a group of people with good feelings for one another. Nearly everybody was in costume. On the women's side, the revelers included three French maids (one of them being MJ), two adult schoolgirls in uniform, a nun, a nurse and a cheerleader with a whip for her pom-pom.

For the men, the costumes included a Viking and an "incompetent surgeon" (decorum prohibits me from describing his garb in greater detail). There also was a chef who wore his implements on his apron and, from the wording on the garmet, was obviously prepared to cook up orders of well-done subs. There were also couples in neat-looking costumes, including a lord and lady from renaissance times.

One aspect of the party I thought especially nice was a game that provided everybody a chance to participate in public play if they wanted to. This involved passing around a plastic jack'o'lantern filled with candy treats with stickers attached to the wrappers that described a type of punishment (three strokes of the cane, a set number of handspanks, etc...), you could either receive or inflict.

This game produced much enthusiastic spanking action, as well as moments of hilarity, like the time a top yelled out the safeword when he drew a piece of candy awarding him five minutes in the corner (apparently you could only "get" cornertime, you couldn't "give" it.) Later in the evening, MJ asked me if I wanted to experience her flogger. Of course I said "yes." She also used a crop on me, as well as giving me a couple of strokes of the cane. It was very interesting how each implement produced a different stinging sensation.

For the coup de grace, MJ let me experience her strap. This implement is really awesome looking: it's made out of thick black rubber and has several holes. (She calls this her "Michelin". It is similar to the Spencer paddle in design.) I'd seen MJ use it on a man earlier in the evening (and I'd seen him use it on her in return) and I could tell it packed a wallop. (What an understatement!)

I found the strap produced an enjoyable sting -- the sensation was intense but not overpowering -- although at that point in the evening I was probably so numb back there that I wasn't feeling the implement's full effects. As the party wound down, I found myself experiencing a warm glow of satisfaction from acheiving a goal (getting spanked) that was very important to me. The feeling was matched only by the warmth coursing through my backside. (I was stiff and sore the next day. I really liked the feeling. It reminded me of all the fun I had the night before!)

My only regret was that, because I made arrangements late, I wasn't able to attend all three days of the party. I missed the Thursday night session and made only a brief appearance on Friday night. For the next Crimson Moon party, I plan to be there from the first swat to the last.

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This reporter comes from a country and culture for which there is not even a word for spanking! How much more amazing then, that she dreamed daily since puberty of being spanked! Honey is a graduate student who spent 3 years in Chicago before finding this web site and reading these reviews. She called immeadiately, and 3 days later she had her first experience at a 'tweener party, followed a week later by the Back-To-School party.

by Honey

Vanilla VS. Non-Vanilla

Vanilla... I was glad to know the existence of this word, a word for those people who do not enjoy spanking. On my way home after my first spanking party (the 'tweener party) at Jon's house, the faces of my ex-boyfriends and ex-dates came back to my mind. I gave a try and called them Vanillas. Then, I began to smile.

For a whole week after the tweener party, I was hardly able to stop that sort of smiling. I kept recalling the sound of a cane when it swings through the air, the moments when my helpless bottom is about to be smacked, the momentary, yet sensational stinging, and deeply felt bottom rubbing and the words I shared with the Tops. I played several scenes at that party; mostly as a spankee but once as a spanker, mostly privately but once in public. They convinced me that I am a natural born spanker with his question toward me, "Where have you been?"

As a novice to the scene and a foreigner who speaks English as a second language, plus with my shyness and quiet personality, I had worried whether I would be able to socialize with people at the party. However, opening my mind was easy since others' minds' were open to me already. Communication was easy since spanking has been my daily fantasy for many, many years. I had needed to act them out and I was able to do it with a bit of bravery, thanks to the people of Crimson Moon. You Crimson Moon people, Non-Vanillas, are wonderful!

Top and Bottom

During the 'Back to School Party', which was held a week after Jon's party, I was a busy girl. Even if I was wearing a red badge which indicates that I am the Bottom, I started to be known as a switch. In fact, I found I enjoyed spanking as well. When the Bottom's behind gets pink, it looks so cute that I just want to look; when it gets some red marks, especially after giving several intense smacks in a row, my sympathy toward the Bottom makes me want to grab their butt and rub. My satisfaction as a spanker comes from knowing that the Bottom is enjoying the spanking, and I as a giver, keep my eyes and senses open to find those moments which are expressed through the Bottom's reactions.

However, I wanted to keep my red badge because what I feel as a receiver is something more than fun; I do not know what exactly it is, I wish I knew! I loved every single moment from being put over the Top's knees with my underpants being pulled down, to hugging the Top upon completion of the punishment (a tradition at Crimson Moon).

"Yes, sir. I am here to be spanked. I want to get away from it, but I will take it if it is your will. I know it stings and hurts, sometimes. Also, I know that you feel sad having to punish me. I will try to take it well. I won't disappoint you this time, I promise you. Ten hard strokes of the cane, sir. Yes, I will count them off. I know that I have to count nicely and loudly. I am ready, sir. One, Two, Three, Four... Yes, it stings, sir. I wish my butt to be rubbed by your big smooth hand... Five, Six, Seven..."

I was a novice after all

I played innumerable scenes during the two days of the party. It depended on my mood, or the conditions of my butt cheeks, (or my right hand). Depending also on the desires and personalities of my partners, the scenes were playful, erotic, or strict. I found that I enjoy playful or severe spankings more than erotic spankings.

My mistake which proved that I was a novice, was that I didn't take enough breaks between scenes! I did not realize how calorie burning a job is it to spank or to be spanked. I just played as much as I wanted to, even taking no time to eat! In fact, I had been so high that day, even during the daytime, that I was not able to feel my empty stomach. It was 3 A.M. when I arrived at home. I ate some rice and soup, and then went to sleep. I kept waking every two hours famished. I had to go to the kitchen and eat the remaining rice and soup. During the second day of the party, I was much better, and paced my play.

My other mistake was found by Jon. He was the Top on my first scene of the second day of the party. As soon as he pulled my skirt up, he started to laugh and said, "I'm going to make your cheeks match your red underpants!" A cardinal rule for spanking parties; don't wear red underwear!

The party was wonderful and my fantasy had been acted out. The hardest thing as a novice was getting myself to be ready to go back to reality.

Coming back to reality

I wish that people could get spanking for their faults and mistakes, in reality. I wish I could go over the knees of a handsome man sitting on a train reading a newspaper, and ask for some spanking. I wish I could be spanked in the classroom for being late and be spanked in a church for skipping the services. Knowing too well that these wishes would not come true in reality, I wished that the Crimson Moon Party would never end!

Time went by fast and the party was nearing its' end. People started to talk about the next party (Halloween). MJ gave me a warm hug when I expressed my sad feeling of leaving the party. Thank you for understanding me, MJ. A week has passed since the last day of the party. Often, I find myself recalling the moments of the scenes and dreaming about being spanked. Sure, I am still high.

"Your spanking fantasy is a dangerous one and it is better to let it remain a fantasy". My Vanilla ex used to tell me that. Now, I have acted my fantasy out and I feel very good about it. Crimson Moon spanking party was a very safe, pleasant, and discreet environment.

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The reviewer is a DWF in her early 40's for whom this was her first spanking party. She has been interested in spanking for a long time, but just recently met someone with whom she could begin to practice her interest. She did not write this review at my request; she wrote it for a friend who was curious and provided it to me after I learned of its' existence.

by FM Shoes

Friday Night

What can I tell you about the wild spanking party I attended last night, except that I had a pretty fun time? There were about 20 people there, (seems like more men than women). (Ed. Note: this party was attended by 30 people, 15 of each sex). Most everyone was in their late 30's to mid-to-late 40's. There seemed to be a range of people from all different levels of involvement in "the scene".

There wasn't much public playing on Friday night. Many people went to the attached bedroom or their private rooms down the hall for most of the spanking (or what I assume were spanking ) scenes. People were not necessarily dressed up and in one case a woman was wearing plain old jeans and a sweat shirt. I did get spanked in the public room over my tight blue jeans by one guy. It hurt pretty much even through the pants.

I went to a guy's room with one of the other newcomers (sort of like a chaperone) so she could spank a very willing guy spankee. He took a very hard spanking with a thick belt and kept asking for it harder and he was really getting into it. That was pretty weird for me to see and it made the spanker quite uncomfortable as well to give it to him so hard, but he kept moaning with every swat and asking for it to be harder, so I guess he was enjoying himself. I did let 2 guys spank my bare ass in a private room (though not at the same time, LOL). I only let them do it for a little while so I will still be able to play some more tonight. One of the guys wants to act out a "scene" with me tonight; kind of like a "naughty daughter or niece" scene involving a "nightgown and white panties". Hmmmm, that is an interesting scenario to me. I'm not sure if I will do it though. My ass did get red but there are no marks today or even last night when I got home. Oh yeah, I got home at around 2:00 AM.

Saturday Night

I got to the hotel about 6:00 (OK I was an hour late) I was dressed in blue jeans and T-shirt but I had all my sexiest lingerie packed and my hot outfit on a hanger with me. After deciding which sexy underthings I would be wearing, I dressed for the party. I would be wearing a short black straight skirt, white shirt and black leather vest, thigh high stockings with garters and the FM (Fuck ME) shoes. I went to the party with a friend who is onto the spanking scene. We were staying on the same floor as the party room was located. As we walked down the hall to the party, I knew that I would be looking way hotter than I did the previous evening, when I was wearing just tight blue jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. (Ed. Note: I thought she looked pretty hot Friday night in those tight jeans and turtleneck!)

We did make a "grand entrance" of sorts. There were a few new faces there Saturday night (an additional 10 people). At first there was no action going on in the public room but people kept coming and going for private scenes. We ate some Chinese Food and met a few new people. One of the guys I met the night before wanted to spank me again Saturday. We went to my room and he used his hand and then a small leather paddle. He did as fine a job as he did the previous night. Again he told me that if I "...ever wanted to visit Boston I had a place to stay..."! I let another guy spank me as well that night too, but in a private setting. I did spank a guy (in a private room) who had wanted me to do it Friday night. I guess I did it OK because he seemed pretty happy to me.

My lover wanted to have me over his lap in the party suite pretty badly, but at first I was shy. There was not much going on in the public room and it was mostly full of guys by this time as well. I finally let him take me over his lap. At first he spanked me over my skirt. He did a fine job . He then lifted my skirt exposing my sheer panties (his request). He spanked me over the panties for a while. It hurt a little bit by now. He later told me that every set of eyes in the room was on my behind, OOOOhh! Then he pulled down the sheer black panties and proceeded to spank the heck out of my bare butt. It did hurt some and I was sort of kicking my legs up when he made contact. He later told me that my ass was bouncing up and down in a very sexy manner... and oh those sexy FM shoes too! It was such fun to put on a show like that. He then took me to our room and played with my butt for a nice while.

When we returned to the party room there was some "caning" going on there. It looks pretty painful to me but the women seemed to like it a lot. Some are really into that caning stuff. My lover told me that while I was out of the room one of the girls showed her breasts which had apparently had been caned recently. (Ed. Note: this kind of thing is not allowed in public. They must have done this in their own room) There were red welts across them. I was too chicken to even consider trying the cane; my butt is way too tender for that. One woman was really into caning; she has permanent damage to a couple of spots on her ass and has to keep them covered with bandages so as not to inflict more damage there. It seems to put the girls into some sort of a trance. It did look painful to me and every swat with the cane left a welt on her behind.

This guy (MrHeadmstr) took out a "flogger", which is a whip of sorts about 2 or 2 1/2 feet long made out of purple suede; about 40 pieces of suede, each strip about 1/2 inch wide. A real nice looking girl (MJABRAT) bent over the back of a straight backed chair. The guy pulled up her skirt revealing black stockings and black panties as well. He pulled down her panties. She looked pretty sexy standing there bent over, panties pulled down, waiting for her flogging.

He started out easy giving her sort of soft whacks across her behind, working up to giving them a little bit harder. It was an interesting sight to see that purple suede flogger make contact over and over. It made a neat sound too, sort of "Thwap", though not too sharp, sort of a dull thwap. That suede made contact with every inch of her ass and he used it expertly . He changed positions several times so as not to keep hitting the same spot over and over. He even changed hands to vary the contact it was making. This show was for my benefit; MrHeadmstr had told me the previous night that he wanted to flog me. He must have hit her at least 60 times and toward the end she was moaning as he hit her, timing it just right. He was really giving her a full arm swing by this time too.

After he was done he turned her toward me to have her look at me. The look on her face was something else indeed. He called it "the zone" She did have a look on her face I have never seen before, I do believe that she came from that flogging. She sort of staggered back to the couch and collapsed! I wanted to have him flog me so I asked my lover if he wanted to see me flogged by this guy. He said "No", he wanted to go back to our room and fuck me (I guess that flogging was pretty inspirational for him too!), so we left the party at around 2:00 AM.

While walking down the hall to our room we could hear spanking going on all around us. It was pretty funny to hear that. All in all an interesting adventure indeed. They will let me know when they will be having another informal party at one of the member's houses. I might just go to that one as well. (Ed. Note: We had that party Easter weekend; FM Shoes came, and got herself caned and flogged! She loved it. I think she will be a "regular" at our spanking parties from now on.)

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The author is a 40-something SWF who had not previously attended a spanking party, but had some prior experience with a "Dominant Master". In their half dozen meetings, he introduced her to the cane and "submission". She considers herself about a 70/30 switch, the 70% being spankee. She is just beginning to really explore her interests in spanking, D&S and B&D.

MJABRAT@aol.com

Folks, just returned from my very first spanko party, the Chicago-based Crimson Moon Halloween party, and it was great. I really went in not knowing what to expect. I just tried to keep an open mind, and let whatever would happen, well, happen. Upon arrival at the hotel and the hospitality suite, I noted that many of the people knew each other, indicating that many of them had been coming to these parties for some time, or had met through other situations. Seemed quite friendly and easy-going, and I felt reasonably comfortable almost immediately. It was thrilling just having the opportunity of meeting Genna (Iron Butt) and her husband Q (a really nice guy), the lovely Jojasa and marvelous Duchin (waving hiyas and some owwies), Doctor Ken (who made a pretty convincing bailiff during Spanking Court-owwww), MrHeadmstr from CM , and many others (both singles and couples) from other parts of the country who made the trip to Chicago for the event.

There were really no formal introductions when someone entered the room, but most folks simply walked up to a "new" person and introduced themselves; the name badges made that a bit easier. Seemed like a very friendly, outgoing group. It was not uncommon for someone to approach a group and simply join in with the conversation; one got to know names sometimes just by doing that. And in this casual, easygoing setting, this seemed to be perfectly acceptable and appropriate. My take-away impression was that I would have felt reasonably comfortable at this function whether I knew anyone going in or not. It would not have taken long for anyone to become involved in a conversation or in the, uh, general proceedings.

Mike & Bonnie (Crimson Moon's contact people) were marvelous hosts, creating a comfortable atmosphere with plenty of entertainment, food and drink. Naturally, spanking play was prevalent, not only in the hospitality suite, but in private rooms also. It was not uncommon to arrive in the hospitality suite to see a scantily-clad lady or gentleman being spanked in some manner.

Bratty behavior was generally corrected immediately by a willing Top. Uh, speaking of which, um, yours truly somehow managed to get herself spanked fairly often by various Tops (and felt quite honored for one of those Tops to be the infamous and marvelous Dooch), most of which were enjoyed immensely by all involved . I also enjoyed spanking a few bratty male types!

I was reminded (more than once) of the splendor and eroticism of a good caning and flogging, and those two implements are definitely becoming favorites. I even volunteered to cane Genna while the real "caner" (canist?) went back to his room to find a stronger cane for her (Iron Butt). In that regard, I want to thank Genna for trusting me enough to allow me to cane her in his absence.

Friday night was, of course, the night for costumes, and most of them were quite excellent and, in some cases, appropriate also. No less than 3 angels, myself (of course) being one of them . I must not conclude this without voicing a couple of minor complaints: 1) The Spanking Court held Saturday evening was fixed in favor of the Tops. ; 2) I must protest most vehemently at not being allowed a defense for "impersonating an angel under false pretenses." Hmmmph. Everyone knows I'm the real angel around here, right???

It's my understanding that Crimson Moon holds these parties every two months or so, and I shall definitely be attending more (next one is weekend of Dec. 5). This one was just so much fun, I want more!

Thanks again, MrHeadmstr, Mike & Bonnie.

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Genna, and her husband of 13 years, Q, are from the Milwaukee area; they didn't take a room at the hotel for the 3 days of the party, they drove the 90 miles each way each day! Q is a rather quiet giant of a man, Genna is an enthusiastic newbie, eagerly seeking out every possible new experience.

Dear Diary; 10/8/97

Wow! So I'm going to my first Crimson Moon spanking party in 22 days! I'm really excited and nervous and know little about what to expect. I know the people I've TALKED to (mostly on the net) are all very nice and everyone says I'll have a great time.

My nervousness stems mostly from my own insecurities. I'm a pretty "au' natural" sorta gal; but today I actually went shopping for pretty undies! I really hate wearing them; but, geez, I'm nervous and a girl's gotta have SOME cover ! I'm no fashion model and I'm not exactly thin; but I'm not bad to look at and from what I hear, the Crimson Moon folks are all sizes. I know I've never cared about a persons size, so I have NO idea why I assume everyone else does.

I'm WAY more excited than nervous though. I have a lot of spanko 'net friends and they all assure me that I'll have a blast! I kinda know MrHeadmstr, DoctKen, Jojasa, Duchin and MJABRAT from aSSSville. I'm really looking forward to meeting them and others.

I've never gotten spanked by anyone other than Q (my Dom/husband); but He'll be there with me and I really think I'm ready for a little play...I figure I'll just go with how I feel at the time and take it from there. I'm sure I'll be fine and I really am excited about going!

Dear Diary; 10/10/97

20 days and counting! I'm still REALLY nervous! I mean, I really just want people to like me...but then again, that's what most people want, right? It's just a weird feeling knowing I'm gonna do something I've never done before. This DOES seem to be my time to try new things though, and so far, so good! So?...what the hell! You only live once, right?!

Dear Diary; 10/14/97

16 days till my first spanking party. I have a lot of on-line friends, and those who know say the Crimson Moon folks are the best!!! Jojasa has been helping to calm my nervousness and self-consciousness. She says they are all just regular people of all shapes and sizes and ages and Q and I will do fine. Maybe someday I can help some other newbie relax and enjoy. After all, it's s'posed to be FUN! The more I talk to the Crimson Moon folks and others who have attended parties, the less nervous and more excited I become! It's gonna be soooooo cool!

Dear Diary; 10/30/97

Tonight was the night!...and WHAT a night!!! All the worrying and fretting I did... .. for NOTHING! I had a GREAT time! Would you even believe that I, the first timer, was the first spanking of the night?!...and BARE ASSED!!! I felt THAT comfortable! The people were great and all very regular folks! We (Q and I) talked to everyone at some point in the evening. Everyone was very nice and we felt very welcome. I got to feel some new implements during the two other spankings I received tonight, and I loved them all. Q got to spank someone other than me and He thoroughly enjoyed it...as did I! The Tops were all very careful to make sure that the bottom was doing well throughout the spankings and I felt very safe. We know that tomorrow night there will be more than the 15 or so people that were there tonight; but it was very nice to start in the smaller group first. We will be back tomorrow...we had the time of our lives and can't wait!

Dear Diary; 10/31/97

Tonight was the costume party night. Q went as The Executioner and I was a black cat (mostly cause I wanted to wear my collar ). I got flogged and caned by MrHeadmstr tonight! It was really yummy! I brought a Nerf wrist-rocket with me to the party and had a lot of fun being bratty and shooting people. OK, so the Tops had a lot of fun spanking my ass too; but I do my part!

We (Q and I) went back to this lovely older couple's room with them for some play and got to try some of their cool toys (neat crop, lots of paddles, and suede flogger). Jojasa, Duchin and MJ were there for the first time tonight and it was REALLY cool to meet them! It was like seeing old friends! They all spanked me with one implement or another and named me "iron butt genna" ! I got lots of spankings ranging from OTK hand spankings to every implement imaginable and had a blast! Can't wait till tomorrow night!

Dear Diary; 11/1/97

The last night of the party and I'm sad to see it end, though I know I'll be back for the next Crimson Moon Party...and the next...and the next! I got a wonderful flogging from this guy who we had watched and admired the last two nights...it was fabulous! There was this martial arts guy there who had an impressive caning technique. He asked if I wanted to try and I "assumed the position" . He caned me several times and then checked on me. He noticed I was giggling and decided he needed to go back to his room for his bigger cane. I enjoyed the sensation, indeed! :)

Tonight was "Crime and Punishment" night. People would "charge" each other with crimes and turn them into the "judge" (Mike). I was "charged" with shooting Tops with nerf darts and with general bratty behavior and soundly spanked for both. I tried to defend against the "charges", as did my "counsel", but the "judge" just wasn't buying it! It was a lot of fun to watch everyone try to weasel out of their "charges"...I laughed my ass off (well, OK, I still had enough ass left to get spanked ).

The people at the Crimson Moon Party were some of the most friendly folks anywhere and I never once felt uncomfortable or uneasy in ANY way. Everyone was very respectful and A LOT of fun. Nobody "expected" anything and everyone took things at the pace they felt comfortable...who woulda guessed that "I'd" be soooo comfortable?! Truth be told, Q and I both had the time of our LIVES!!! The Crimson Moon Party was a great experience for us and we'll be back!

Luv, Genna

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The author is a single mom, 42, who prior to this party, had NEVER BEEN SPANKED, nor even SEEN a spanking (not even on video)! She was understandably nervous about attending this party, but somehow found the courage to come anyway. She has since entered into a relationship with a man she met at one of our parties. We wish them luck.

Donna

May 4, 1997

Dear Mr. Headmaster,

I felt compelled to write this letter to the leadership of Crimson Moon Ltd., and more importantly to the "sisterhood" of women for whom spanking fantasies are a major part of their sexual/sensual persona. Being spanked at the hands of a lover had been a fantasy for many years. I am happy, no ecstatic, to say those dreams/fantasies of sane, safe, consensual spanking came true for me at my first Crimson Moon party only one month ago.

The Internet provided the introduction to Crimson Moon. While searching for spanking stories I found several links to "spanking clubs" across the country. I was delighted to find the Crimson Moon Web page. It sounded too terrific to be true. The guidelines for membership and behavior for club parties seemed designed to really offer a safe place for women to play. As is true for most people, I had very strong concerns about safety, confidentiality, and comfort while experimenting with my fantasies. Single motherhood, a career, and a life that I love made me very conservative about the environment in which I would feel comfortable acting out my spanking fantasies. Personal ads seemed a very scary way to meet people, after all, there is NO safety in numbers there! I had tried to convert lovers into spankers before, but that NEVER seemed to work! When I found the Crimson Moon ad and realized that it was a "hometown" club, I became very excited. With a lot of courage and some very real trepidation I left a message on the Crimson Moon answering machine.

The call from Mike, one of the founders of Crimson Moon, came several days later. His voice was friendly and I felt an instant rapport. He invited me to join the next party (the Easter party) and explained the membership requirements and the screening process for new members. It seemed more like "old home week" as I explained my life long fantasies and desires to have a lover spank me. It was clear that the membership of Crimson Moon was quite devoted to the safety, happiness and well being of its female membership. As we ended the conversation, I happily made plans to attend the next party. A trip to Victoria's Secret was first on the list of things to do! It was difficult to believe this was really happening.

I checked into the hotel the first afternoon, met some of the other members, and read the packet of information I had been given when I checked in. At 6:30p.m. all new attendees were required to attend an orientation to go over the rules and expectations of all participants. Everything went to the letter as it had been described on the web page FAQ. As the room started filling with party participants a petite woman dressed in school girl attire started shooting silly string in a rather obnoxious manner and was soon taken to task in an over the knee spanking. It was clear that everyone was enjoying the spanking... innocent and very erotic! There was a lot of laughter and a great deal of camaraderie, many members had traveled across the country to attend the party and were catching up with old and beloved friends. The deportment of every man attending the party was more respectful than I typically experience in my day to day life! I felt very comfortable going to private rooms to play... the gentlemen were most chivalrous about respecting my limits and making sure that I was comfortable and happy. "Comfortable," may be somewhat of a misnomer since I left each spanking with a warm bottom, "butt" also a huge smile!!!! My spanking dreams came true at my first Crimson Moon party!!

With Hugs, Happiness, and a VERY Red Bottom, {signed} Veteran Couple

The authors are a married couple (she is the spanko, he is mostly vanilla) who have been attending Crimson Moon parties for a long time now, and have enjoyed the spanking party scene so much, that she is one of the co-founders of our sister group, MDSS, the Metro Detroit Spanking Society. They may be contacted by e-mail to MDSS01 or MDSS02, both @aol.com.

A Journey To The Dark Side

Two very straight, vanilla, well educated, professionals leave the warm, secure surroundings of their Detroit suburb every other month to go to Chicago for a Crimson Moon party where they can explore the dark side of their innermost fantasies...

On the flight to Chicago they look at each other and think..." This is crazy!" but it is only a passing thought and then the excitement of the weekend sets in. Once there the excitement of seeing old friends and meeting new people with the same interest in the spanking scene takes hold, and the atmosphere becomes much more relaxed. It is a great feeling to be around old friends who share that same spanking fetish, one that you thought you were the only ones to have. For us it is the socialization, communication, and interaction that makes these trips to Crimson Moon so great.....and the play too, of course!

Crimson Moon provides a safe, sane, discrete place to play with new people, to play with old friends, and to play with the dark side of our personalities. A place to share experiences, show off new toys, demonstrate new techniques and just have a good time."