Prologue

 

Karen thought she was going to die when she felt the cane cut into her soft feminine buttocks. The stabbing pain in her arms and shoulders as she hung suspended by the wrists was bad enough. Even the initial shock of the rod as it impacted into her soft flesh was manageable, but it was the line of agony that quickly followed that took control of all her consciousness. It was not the first time she had experienced the cane's excruciating kiss, each time it seemed worse than any pain she had ever experienced before - yet she found herself loving it.

She was being flogged. This self-composed businesswoman, who normally would be found in a stylishly cut business suit, was suspended by her wrists with her large breasts thrusting forward and her shapely legs dangling uselessly. Karen Ogden was screaming with pain.

Five more swipes of fire were to bite into her tender womanly bottom before her ordeal was to end. Karen was oblivious to the world around her and gave her mind and body over to the wicked little instrument controlling her. 

She became aware of the outside world only when her feet again touched the floor and the cuffs were removed from her wrists, allowing the exhausted woman to collapse onto the soft carpet. With her emotions whipped up in both a literal and figurative sense, she clutched desperately at her husband Richard and pulled him to her. His manly hardness was soon to fill her and her screams, this time of passion, were again to fill the room.

How did it come to this? she wondered.

 

Chapter 1

 

Richard was impressed as he parked on the circular driveway in front of the large federation style house he and his wife Karen were about to visit. The lawns were carefully maintained; as were the gardens of Australian native shrubs and trees. He identified the large Swamp Blood woods and the bottle brushes. He knew that most of the other plants were Australian natives but did not know their names. The house was spacious and built in the style of early Australian architecture which, after almost a century of subsequent experimentation, was again being recognised as being the most suited to the Queensland climate. Clearly the house was less than five years old; a great deal of money had been spent on the building and what must be the ten acres of grounds upon which it stood. Cicadas chirped in the afternoon sun as Richard and Karen closed the doors of their Range Rover and walked towards the double cedar doors of the house. 

Richard found himself moving clumsily as the nervous excitement he was feeling welled up within him. He could hardly believe that he and Karen (particularly Karen) were there at all. He thought back over the five years of their marriage and recalled the events that had brought them to this point.   

Their marriage had been a wonderful occasion; the two of them were deeply in love and eager to share their lives together. Karen's brother Gary said that deeply in lust described them better and, in retrospect, Richard agreed with him. Before they were married Richard lived in a single man's accommodation supplied by the mining company for whom he worked while Karen lived with her parents on their grazing property, forty minutes' drive from town. The wedding was the social event of the area; Karen's father was wealthy despite the downturn in the wool industry and had lived there all his life. He had once been a member of state parliament until an influx of miners into the district changed the demographics of the electorate and made it a very hard seat for a National Party candidate to win.

On return from their tempestuous honeymoon, they had settled in a company supplied house for almost a year before moving to Brisbane. Richard had been Personnel Manager at the mine and transferred to Brisbane, where he was promoted to the position of Personnel Manager for the State Based Corporation. Karen was happy to move to the city as she was stifled by the fact that in the small town she was seen always as her father's daughter, not as a woman in her own right. She was never introduced as the wife of a senior executive of the mining company. She had a Degree in Business from the James Cook University in Townsville and had put it to good use, streamlining her father's business for which he paid her well. She was very happy working for her father before she was married but subsequently she felt that working with him reduced her independence. 

Had she tried, she possibly could have got other employment in the town but that would have upset her father and she did not want to do that. She was happy to go to Brisbane with Richard where she obtained a job as the accountant to a company selling swimming pool equipment. Last year she had been promoted to sales manager.  

They were both determined to keep their marriage alive. Initially this seemed to be no problem as they learnt the secrets of each other's bodies and experimented with every sexual technique they could think of. Both had made a serious commitment to their careers and had become involved in the corporate power game, particularly since coming to Brisbane. Their time for each other was reduced and they began to take each other for granted. Sex, when they got around to it, was fairly mechanical and had lost much of the earlier excitement. Last February Karen had gone to a sales conference in Hobart. As is normal at that sort of an event, there had been a lot of dancing, drinking and flirting. It did not take long for Karen to find herself sharing her room and her bed with George, the Production Manager from the Sydney head office of the company.   

On arriving home to Richard she realised that she did not want to abandon their marriage but knew that they must regain their interest in each other, for it to continue. She discussed this with Richard and even told him about her indiscretion in Hobart. He admitted that he too was looking for more sexual satisfaction and had been eyeing off some ladies at work, in fact he was working on a relationship with one in particular. It was a very frank discussion and they both handled it well. They decided to spend more time with each other and look at ways to add spice to their relationship.   

From that time things certainly improved. They would dress up and play games. Occasionally they would attend shows where there were male and female strippers and they would watch explicit movies. Videos were a source of enjoyment although the X rated ones where couples just pumped away at each other soon became boring. The videos and movies that were of greatest enjoyment were those depicting couples tying each other up and those showing various forms of spanking. Some of these went too far and were cruel nor did they enjoy the ones involving verbal abuse of one person by another. They were disappointed when they found a movie that went too far. Suitable movies were hard to find, even though both of them made frequent business trips interstate and occasionally overseas. In addition to the movies, they enjoyed tying each other up; mostly Richard tied Karen as they both enjoyed this the most. Also Karen enjoyed being spanked whilst tied up. Spanking had to be done in the right atmosphere and needed to be hard enough for her to not to be aware of anything else but the instrument teasing her body (be it hand, hairbrush, or cane) and yet not so vicious as to cause her any lasting harm. After such a session their lovemaking was as vigorous as it had ever been and for more than a week, both before and after such a session, they would hunger for each other. 

By chance last week Richard noticed an advertisement in the personal column of an out of town tabloid newspaper. He seldom bought it himself but was browsing through this copy while he was waiting to have a haircut. The advertisement simply said "Brisbane couples required to form bondage and discipline club" followed by a phone number. He wrote the number on his hand and as soon as he got back to the office he rang Karen. She wasn't sure it was a good idea. The idea of sharing her sexual proclivities with others was scary and she wondered what such a club got up to and would it be safe. On the other hand, it might be fun. Richard suggested that provided that they could always back out and that they did not have to give their names, it would be worth ringing the number and investigating. Karen agreed. Richard further suggested that since Karen was the more uncertain of the two of them, she should be the one to phone and he would go along with whatever she felt after the call. Karen thought that was a good idea. They agreed that she would phone right away and that she would tell him about the conversation when they both got home that evening.

As he drove home Richard was keyed up with anticipation, wondering if Karen would have exciting news. It turned out that he arrived home first and had to wait an agonising fifty minutes before he heard his wife's Holden Commodore pull into the driveway. The sparkle in her eyes and the intense kiss she gave him on her arrival made it immediately obvious that she had news to impart.

"Well!" she said, "I rang the number. The man's name is Ross and he sounded very nice. The club hasn't started yet but he is trying to get one going. Not counting a few calls from single people, who he rejected, he's got eight couples so far who are interested. What he has in mind sounds exciting and safe. The idea is that one or two ladies will be randomly selected at each monthly meeting for what he calls a "show", but the activities of each meeting can be changed depending on what people would like. He suggested that we meet him next Saturday afternoon at 4 o'clock." 

"How do you feel about doing "shows"?" Richard asked. 

"I think I will be terrified going to each meeting and even more scared if I get selected - but it will be very exciting to be in front of other people and I think it will have a better atmosphere than when we do it by ourselves." 

"It's not a swap club, is it?" Richard asked

"No!" Karen replied, "I asked him that." 

"OK, if you're happy, then let's see the man on Saturday."