The Play Party At The Old Barn

I was nervous and excited. I bounced on the side of the bed as my best friend, Blair, did her best to tame my unruly hair into twin braids. “What do you think it will be like? Do you like my outfit? I had the worst time trying to figure out what to wear! I can’t believe you’re not coming to this with me!” I was babbling, but I couldn’t stop it. Patiently, she looked at me. “You look amazing, you’re going to have such a great time! I can’t come this time, but next time you can be my escort. I am so jealous that you’re going to this without me!” She laughed; she hadn’t been able to get the weekend off work because we’d only received the invitation a couple of days ago. After months of being vetted and going to networking events, it was finally happening. We had received an invitation to an end-of-summer bash out at the Old Foote Family Farm. It was going to be my very first play party and I had to go alone! I took a deep breath and gave her a quick squeeze. “Alright let’s get this show on the road!”

We chatted about nonsense on the way to the old barn; Blair doing her best to distract me, and me doing my best to be distracted. Finally, we approached the last turn and I worked to keep my voice and breathing even. I looked at Blair and smiled. “I can’t believe I am doing this! And I can’t believe you’re missing out!” She pouted and pushed me out of the car; “don’t forget to call me when you need a ride!” She reminded me. I nodded and turned towards the barn. I could hear music coming from inside and saw people milling about. There was clearly a sign-in table, so I headed over to it.

I smiled at the plump woman sitting at the table with a clipboard. “Hi, I’m Jacqui. Oops I mean I’m brightstar06” Giving her my screen name. She smiled back at me and said “It’s your first party with us, isn’t it? You can go by your real name if you want, or any name you choose. We are all friendly here. You look wonderful tonight. Here is the list of rules, we need you to read them over and sign it; once you’ve done that there is a hallway to the left with lockers, you can store your belongings, and the bathrooms are behind the barn.” I must have looked shocked because she chuckled and called a man over. “Master Mason, this is our new friend –“ looking at me expectantly she waited for me to fill in the blank. “Um, I’m Star,” I said. “- our new friend Star. This is going to be her first play party. Can you watch the sign-in table while I show her around?” He nodded and pulled out her seat so she could rise. “Oh you’re in for a special treat tonight, Star, It’s Candy’s birthday and she’s going to be receiving a caning. Aren’t you lucky?” The woman chattered comfortably while she showed me from room to room.

I glanced curiously around as I listened to the rules for each room. There was a social area, where people were eating and drinking, someone was manning a giant barbecue while a small band was tuning instruments on a platform beside the barn. There was a fire laid that would be lit at sundown, my friend informed me.

“This is the impact room, any toys that you use need to go into this basket so they can be cleaned.” I glanced in quickly to see a padded spanking bench, and a shelving unit filled with various floggers, crops, and paddles. The next room was for sensation play, there were feathers, candles, blindfolds, and a massage table. The next room had a St Andrew’s Cross as the main feature, and it was decorated in birthday streamers and balloons. I knew that this was where the birthday girl would be. I was surprised to see how well organized everything was, and how well lit. I shook my head at myself as I thought about the huge difference between what I was seeing and the dungeons I had seen on television.

As we walked around, my hostess introduced me to everyone we came across. Some I recognized from the networking events I had been to, and some from our social media platform. It was terrific to finally meet some of my online friends. It was clear that Candy was well-loved in the community. I couldn’t wait to watch the scene.

My hostess bid me farewell and left me to my own devices. I chatted and mingled. I grew comfortable in my surroundings, enjoying the music and the atmosphere. The people I had asked for advice on what to wear were right. Everyone was dressed differently. There was a lot of skin, but there were also pretty outfits, dresses, skirts, corsets, leather, tails, and ears. There was dancing outside where people sat by the fire, and inside it was like something out of my fantasies. I leaned up against a beam inside the barn just to watch what was going on and catch my breath.

“It can be a little overwhelming the first time.” I looked up and saw the man, Master Mason, from earlier that night. I smiled at him as I fanned my heated face. “Yes,” I glanced around “It’s so much better than I had anticipated!” He laughed at my enthusiasm and asked me “Would you like to try something?” I considered him, “Like what?” “I have a fondness for wax play, and you can remain as clothed as you would like to.” As he explained what would happen, how things would proceed, he took me into the sensation room. He showed me the spanking horse, and how I would lay upon it for this, and then he explained what the sensations would feel like, what to do if it was too hot or unpleasant, and reminded me about the stoplight system that the party had in place.

I was excited as I bared my back and lay upon the padding. As Master Mason rubbed oil into my skin slowly, I could feel my body starting to respond to him, “Are you ready?” He asked, and for the next twenty minutes or so he poured hot wax onto my back in pretty designs. The feeling was like warm rain, or hot oil being slowly applied. I nearly fell asleep, jolting as he spoke into my ear to check in on me, asking if I would like pictures. He wanted to hurry up as the birthday girl had just arrived and we wanted to go congratulate her.

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We were late getting to the room where the birthday scene would take place. Candy was already naked and standing cuffed to the St Andrew’s cross. People would approach and offer her congratulations on her birthday, and then ask her to pick either stingy or thuddy, and to choose a number. Then they took their turn giving her the birthday beating she had chosen.

This was my first time seeing anything like this and I was amazed. Candy looked like she could be anyone’s mom. I had expected her to be super fit, and she looked perfectly normal. Not at all shy to be in her skin, she was laughing and joking with people as they approached her. Some of them would use their hand, and some a tool. Some rubbed her shoulders and offered a kiss on the cheek. I approached with a cloth and a bottle of water, asking if she was thirsty and offering to wipe sweat out of her eyes. She appreciated the gesture. Smiling at each other we chatted for a moment while the next person got ready.

And then came the grand finale. Candy’s partner approached her and asked if she was ready, to which she nodded. People started backing up and I suddenly realized why. The woman was manoeuvring a tray holding a variety of whips. Most were short, but there were a couple that were coiled. I didn’t know how long they were, but I knew one was an actual bullwhip. I watched as this woman expertly used the whips, counting out the strokes to an agreed-upon number. When she counted the final stroke, the entire party cheered and began to sing happy birthday.

After that people came and went, the party became more of a social gathering with everyone congratulating Candy and chatting with each other. I was having a blast dancing with my new friends when it became apparent that I had officially been welcomed to the community. People were stopping by to give me their number and tell me about other play parties, ask if I had plans to attend such and such event, inquire as to whether I intended to continue to explore various aspects of play. It was incredible and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I was having such a grand time that it took me a while to notice that people had begun to leave. I couldn’t wait to tell Blair all about my experiences!

I texted her and began to make my way around the barn, looking for my hostess or the birthday girl, I finally found them snuggled together in the lounge sharing a bottle of water. It was the most wholesome and serene scene I had witnessed all night. The entire experience left me with a happy glow and a desire to find out more about this wonderful lifestyle I had just entered.

I climbed into Blair’s car and glanced back at the old barn one last time. I looked back at my friend and grinned. “You are NOT going to believe all that happened tonight!!”