Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

  I'm going to a pool party birthday of a guy I know from other pool parties, but haven't had the pleasure of getting over my knee. He told me earlier, that he'd be up for some birthday spankings... I brought my paddle.  I get there, and it's a beautiful house, and they clearly do parties a lot. There are ranks of drinks and mixers, colorful cups so you can get one you remember, a kiosk filled with packaged snacks in a rainbow of popular flavors. I show up with a meat and cheese tray, because it's what I do for parties (see also: Slappy Birthday  or The Fraternity of Handsfree Daddies: Part 1, And One to Grow On ). If you go to a y'all-bring-somethin' kind of party and you see one of these platters, there's a good chance somebody is on the veranda sucking my dick. And flowers; I have learned that these are perfect for parties in one of the fat little Ozarka bottles, and that way you don't have to worry about trying to figure out if you know a person ...