When The Brats Are At Play…
The tops run away! At least that’s the way it seems every time my girls and I plan a girl’s night out. Because I’m going to be busy with work stuff for awhile, I decided to run off for a couple of days to visit and play with my girl friends.
Our weekend included lots of alcohol, good food, some shopping, and a lot of jacuzzi time. I needed it, too. There’s something about just hanging out with the girls and swapping stories over Appletinis and nachos to make everything in my world fall into place.
I have a wonderful man whom I adore, but I need my girls. Who else is going to relate to my tales of binkini shaving hell? What makes sharing so much fun is that someone can always come up with an even better story that’ll have us all laughing hysterically. At one point my face was starting to hurt.
It was great fun until a certain woman showed up. I’m not sure how this person always gets invited to these little get togethers but she always shows up. I’ll just call her “Kill Joy” from here on out.
Anyway, so Kill Joy shows up and for every nice or upbeat comment anyone makes, she has a negative one to bat it down with. When one of the girls took a call from her boyfriend, Kill Joy immediately began to rant and rave about how horrible the boyfriend was.
I don’t know anyone who needs a spanking more than this woman. I wonder if she knows this. It took everything I had not to to tell her myself. But I have better ways to combat the evil that is Kill Joy. I am a brat after all.
Everytime she started in with her negativity, I jumped in and redirected the conversation to something that I knew she wouldn’t be able to participate in. Luckily one of my fellow brats caught on and was right there with me. It didn’t take long for the others to jump in and we completely drowned her out and got the party back on track. Once she realized we wouldn’t let our joy be killed, she left. Thank goodness!
Why is it that the people who need spanking the most never seem to get one? I know I get grumpy and a little out of sorts when I’ve gone too long without a good spanking but that’s just ridiculous. Okay, so spanking isn’t for everyone and she’d probably scream “assault and battery” at the top of her lungs. But she really needs it! Aaaagh!
Okay, back to the party. The rest of us had fun and after a long soak in the jacuzzi, I was feeling friendly and called Dan with a party report. At first I was fine. I told him how much I loved him and how wonderful he was. Then slowly I lost my mind.
The alcohol and steam from the hot tub must have gotten to me because I became delirious while talking to him. I’m still confused about this so bear with me. Somehow I told him because I was so grateful to him that he could not only continue the new spanking regime but he should increase it three fold.
What was I thinking? Three times the fun? It’s a good thing I love spanking.
That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. When I’m bent over, gritting my teeth, and trying to be still, I chant that over and over in my mind. I love spankings…OWWW…I LOVE spankings…Grrrr…I LOVE SPANKINGS…OUCH!!
It’s amazing the trouble my mouth gets my bottom into. *grin*
Appletinis — my favorite beverage! Good way to deal with Kill Joy; I’ve done the same thing to people who try to get me down. And if I’ve had TOO much alcohol, I may actually suggest someone needs a spanking. I’ve only done it twice and it’s shocked the other women so much that both times they shut up and blushed. Maybe both of them knew they needed spankings too.
It sounds like a lot of fun Bethie. Nachos, mixed drinks, and hot tubs make for a great party! But part of me feels sorry for miss Kill Joy. (Yes, I’d probably feel differently if I knew her.) She must be pretty lonely and miserable. And though you are so right about the people who most need spankings not getting them, it is often also true that the people who need the most love get the least. I have a way of getting along with some of the most impossible people, and though they can sometimes make me crazy they can also keep things interesting.
Here’s to more fun with the girls! And let’s also hope Kill Joy gets a good does of whatever it is she needs most so she can enjoy the next party instead of dampening the spirits of others!
~hugs~
–Invidia
Yup it sounds like you had fun… 😉 But you know, when brats play they usually end up, end up. & if Killjoy can’t, then perhaps if you do it will help balance her karma…
heheheheh just a thought.
Loved reading this. Sounds like you and your girlfriends had a blast but . . . three times the spankings! LOL, wow, what silly things we say when alcohol is involved. Unfortunately Doms don’t see it that way do they? 😉
Sounds like a lot of fun! I need one of those sessions. I’m sure Dan is quite happy with the trouble your mouth gets you into. 😀
Sandy, gotta love the appletinis! I know one of these days I’m going to lose it and tell her she needs a spanking, I just hope it’s not in too public of a place. *grin*
Invidia, I used to feel sorry for Kill Joy until I realized she’s just mean and enjoys being mean. Which is why I hope no one invites her to my next party! Yay for girl fun!
Patty, I end up, end up often enough without having to try to balance anyone’s karma – much less hers! LOL
Carrielily, the pitfalls of loose lips! It’s not so much him not seeing things my way so much as the endless teasing I’ve had to endure. He’s evil that way. *wink*
A’marie, Dan enjoys my trouble a little too much…almost as much as I do sometimes! LOL
Funny how things said in the rush of endorphins have a tendancy to come back and haunt a girl… Hooray for girls night out!
Miss kitty, you are so right! Endorphins have led me to do crazy things like ask for the cane, more strap, more…well, you get the picture. *grin*
Three fold? Sounds like fun.
I just wanted to drop by and thank you for the link 🙂
D.R. you’re very welcome. I enjoy reading about you and m a lot. 🙂