At her next job she was bored and listless, but decided that she just needed a different
Club, one where people genuinely were interested in spanking and not just in seducing each
other, and certainly not a lesbian establishment.
Using the local directory of entertainments, she hit on the idea of looking up other
clubs in the same categories as the Ladies’ Riding Club. When she finally tried this, she
found it was listed in the Lesbian, BDSM, and Alternative categories. Comparing these
three lists she decided that BDSM but not Lesbian would be her next try; what Alternative
meant she didn’t know. The advertisement for the Hang Out Club said new members were
always welcome and had a 3V clip of a nice bar with people of all ages and both sexes in
there. Of the spanking activities there was no mention in the ad, but if it didn’t happen
there she would try somewhere else.
When she arrived at the rather ornate entrance, Jacqui was a little deterred by the
grandeur of the Hang Out Club, but pressed on determined to find out at least what it
cost.
“Well,” said the Door Keeper, a human rather than a doorbot, and a mature, well dressed
man in his fifties with a confident air, “What have we here? What do you want, little
lady.”
Taking a deep breath, Jacqui said, “I want to join a club where I can be spanked when I
misbehave.”
The Door Keeper roared with laughter and Jacqui turned to leave.
“No, sorry, don’t go,” apologised the Door Keeper, “It’s just that new members so rarely
say anything like that. Usually they pretend that they only want to drink here and that
all the other business is not why they are here. I take it you are a submissive, if a
rather bold one. I’m Gareth, who are you?”
“I’m Jacqui. Yes, I am a Sub; at least I got spanked and didn’t get to spank anyone
else at the other club,” Jacqui answered in a very small voice.
“Which club was that?” asked the now alert Gareth, “We don’t normally accept people who
have been barred from other clubs.”
“It was the Ladies’ Riding Club,” sighed Gareth, “and I expect Queenie has had me barred
from there.”
“Why would she do that?”
“She was my Dom but I walked out on her when she wanted to turn our spanking sessions in
to lesbian sex sessions.”
“Come in my dear,” said Gareth, “We have had a few girls from time to time who try there
but find that they prefer men.”
“But I don’t prefer men,” protested Jacqui, “I like being spanked, and I like spanking,
but I don’t want fucking. Just because I like a … in my …”
Jacqui’s conversation tailed off as she realised she was having a very private
conversation in a very public place. Gareth took her through to the lobby and rang a
bell. A few moments later another man appeared.
“Do the door for me please, Rex,” said Gareth, “I’ve just got a new member to
introduce.”
The other man stared at Jacqui and asked, “Where from?”
“Just came up to the door,” said the Gareth with a very smug smile.
“Some people have all the luck,” grumbled Rex as he assumed the duties on the door.
Jacqui was curious, “Why did he say you are lucky?”
“Because all Subs here are owned, at least nominally, by a Dom who pays all their
menbership fees, drinks and so on,” explained Gareth, “There are never enough Subs to go
round and I don’t have one at the moment, so I’ll be your Dom until you are settled in to
the Club at least. Poor Rex doesn’t have one either.”
As they went through the bar that Jacqui had seen in the advertisement he added, “You are
to call me Master in the Club. That’s a strict rule. Deliberately breaking it means you
are no longer mine and are leaving the Club; it isn’t something you just do if you want
to be spanked. What’s your safe word?”
“What’s a safe word?” asked Jacqui, who had never heard the phrase.
“Oh, yes, the lezzies don’t use them do they?” he asked rhetorically, “A safe word is one
you would never use otherwise, or in conversation. It signifies that all punishment,
treatment, or whatever must stop. You have reached your limit. If you use it, you are
then released immediately and the Hang Out Club ensures that you get safely to your
apartment; on the other hand you are not allowed back in the club for forty days and
forty nights. Any Dom who ignores it will be demoted to Sub for twenty-four hours and
then expelled. It is the Dom’s responsibility to know it. Most Subs have it tattooed
somewhere; others write it on their hand each evening so they can show it to their Dom.
You are advised never to change it; memory gets tricky at times of stress.”
They had come through to the back room by this time and it was quite similar to the back
room of the Ladies’ Riding Club, except that the company was mixed, both Doms and Subs.
This was not really surprising as both clubs were owned by the same syndicate, though few
members knew that.
“What word will you choose?” asked Gareth, “because I’m going to punish you now for being
so cheeky as to waltz up to our door without an invitation.”
Jacqui felt very relieved; this was the kind of spanking game she knew and loved, being
punished for next to nothing.
“Mountjoy is my name,” she said, “May I use that as my safe word, Master?”
“Yes, but don’t forget when someone asks your name in the Club you will have to say
‘Jacqui Safeword’. You aren’t the first to do that. Now let’s see you stripped and over
that bench for six.”
Jacqui was happy again; she was where she knew what would happen, and that she would
love it and that she had the added safeguard of the safe word. If anyone tried to fuck
her, she would use it and leave the club. She quickly stripped and lay down, expecting to
be shackled to the bench.
SMACK!
The first blow arrived before she was shackled and so before she was expecting it. She
let out a screech, more of surprise than hurt and quickly settled down again. Gareth saw
some reddening of one arse cheek.
“One.”
SMACK!
The other arse cheek now matched the first.
“Two.”
SMACK!
“Three.”
Then Gareth asked, “Would you like your cunt, or your arse filled?”
Jacqui looked at him and said, “I only do cunt and not with a man, Master. I don’t want
to use the safe word tonight.”
“Fair enough,” said Gareth, “but that is a threat you can’t use too often.”
“I didn’t know how to make you believe me, Master. Without that anything I say can be
ignored no matter how I scream and beg.”
A small dildo was slid in to her wet cunt and wiggled about to warm her up a bit.
SMACK!
“Ooo, nice, Master. Four.”
SMACK!
“Oooohhhh. Mmmmm. Four.”
Gareth did not comment on her arithmetic, guessing correctly that it was deliberate.
SMAACK!!
Since she was clearly an experienced Dom, Gareth stopped holding back and smacked her
arse cheek really hard this time. The colour changed most satisfyingly. He caressed the
red area and tweaked the dildo. It wouldn’t be long before she changed her mind and
accepted his prick, he thought.
“Four.”
SMAACK!!
“Harder, Master. Four.”
SMAACK!!
“Yessss, Ooo, Master. Five.”
SMAACK!!
“Aaaagh, Yeess, Ooo, nice, Master. Five.”
SMAACK!!
“Oh, I’m there. I’m there,” she panted, “Oh, thank you, thank you, Master. Six.”
That evening was the first of many visits to the Hang Out Club. Gareth was a fairly
undemanding man and they seemed well attuned.
***
Despite several hints from Jacqui, Gareth never asked her to meet him anywhere but in the
Hang Out Club; Jacqui in her naïveté never guessed that he was married and
did not want his wife to see her rival.
On her fifth or sixth visit, when she had had a few drinks and was up for twenty-four
towards the end of the evening, Gareth gave her three and then slid his hand in to her
arsecrack to check if she was ready for a dildo, and finding her as wet as usual ran some
of the liquid across her arse hole. Then he slipped a small pre-lubricated dildo in to
Jacqui’s arse before she realised what he was doing.
SMACK!
“Four. Please take it out, Master. I don’t do that,” she asked quietly.
“You can make me take it out, but otherwise I do what I like,” he answered.
Silence reigned as Jacqui tried to decide and Gareth waited with bated breath; this was
the first of her “I don’t do” items he had tried to break. If she gave way on this, he
was in and would be fucking this young creature before she knew it.
SMACK!
Once again a short silence and Gareth held his breath. Jacqui thought hard and really it
didn’t hurt so why not let him have his play? Then she thought of the dildo in her shit
and was revolted.
“Take it out,” she said.
Gareth did so with alacrity. The delay had been long enough that she had thought it
through and her arse was really off limits. He ignored the lack of a “Master” which he
knew had been a threat of using her safe word and changing clubs.
“Five. Thank you, Master. You could use fingers in my cunt if you want,” she offered.
Wisely, Gareth replied, “Not just now, thank you. I’m more interested in you not liking
my choice of drinks, and the other things your being punished for.”
“Sorry, Master.”
And so he continued.
The next evening he took advantage of her offer when she was almost coming, and slid the
dildo out but brought her to her climax with his fingers. That quickly became an
established practice for them; her orgasms were finished off manually, even though the
early arousal was still artificial. Some weeks later, as she came he slid a finger in to
Jacqui’s arse and she didn’t complain until later.
When they were having a drink after she had dressed, she said, “I don’t think I’ll be
coming here many more times, Master.”
“I understand,” said Gareth, “but you are so tempting when you are there with your arse
in the air and it and your cunt wriggling about. I thought a finger might be acceptable,
at least more than my prick in your cunt.”
“It just revolts me, Master. The thought of your hand, or anything, coming out covered
in shit makes me feel sick,” she explained.
“Well if that’s the problem, why not my prick in your cunt? After all you let me put my
fingers in and you love it?” he asked, hardly daring to hope.
In answer, Jacqui picked up both their drinks and moved in to one of the curtained
alcoves round the edge of the room.
There she said, “If that’s what you want,” and slipped her clothes off.
She was glad that when he fucked her it was a pleasant feeling and she could come as
easily with his prick as with a dildo. When he came she thought the sensation nowhere
near nice enough to justify the mess, but she enjoyed giving him his pleasure.
The next few days he fucked her hard to make her come at the end of each spanking
session. To his surprise, she did not mind if he did it out in the club, on the whipping
bench with other members watching.
Two weeks later Gareth went out from the club one evening and was never seen in it again.
He had had all he wanted and didn’t know how to end it before he became emotionally tied
up with her. He was well aware that she thought him tame as a Dom because he only spanked
and never used a paddle or a whip, and that she tolerated his fucking because it didn’t
hurt and he always made her come, but she didn’t want him personally. For a while she
tried other Doms in the Hang Up Club, letting some fuck her, but keeping all of them away
from her arse hole.
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