First Spanking (Lesbian Domination and Submission, Spanking, Femdom) (2 page)

I headed towards the back of the line, expecting to wait 30 minutes for our turn. Before I could walk two feet, Becky grabbed my arm and brought us straight to the front door.

“Hey Tyler,” She said to the steroid fueled bouncer guarding the door.

“Becky, how are you?” Then he looked at me and smiled. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’m-”

“None of your business,” Becky interrupted.

“Play nice or I won’t let you in.” He said with a scowl.

I thought he was serious, but Becky laughed like it was a joke. “Don’t make me call Johnny.”

“Okay, okay,” he said then opened the door for us, easing the fake tension with a smile. We didn’t even have to pay a cover charge to get in.

As soon as I walked in the deep bass of dance music pounded against my chest. Flashing lights of various colors bounced across the room and teased my eyes. The only thing that stood out from a typical club was the busty women behind the bar wearing a black lingerie corset.

The club was filled with plenty of women in skimpy outfits, dancing to the loud music. I was happy to see the amount of good looking, presumably eligible, bachelors dancing alongside them. And of course, I could appreciate a beautiful woman if she passed my line of vision. It was the perfect club for a bi-girl like myself.

I felt a little bit uncomfortable walking around in my skimpy dress. Men kept looking at me as they passed by. I could practically feel their eyes tracing over every curve of my exposed body. I felt like a piece of meat and they looked hungry. To say the least, I was intimidated by the attention I was receiving and I was glad to have Becky by my side.

She didn’t just know the bouncer out front. She knew the bartender who made our drink extra strong, mostly rum and only a splash of cola. We walked around from table to table along the outside of the dance floor as she introduced me to the people there. I tried to remember as many names as I could, but they quickly started blurring together.

As she talked to one of her friends, I scanned the dance floor. Mostly people watching, but also looking for someone that might catch my eye.

When I looked back towards Becky to point out a woman running into the bathroom topless, she was gone. I spotted Becky and a guy halfway across the dance floor. She smiled and waved for me to come join her. I shot her a smile and waved my hand, telling her to continue without me. It was too crowded and I wanted to watch more than actually be a part of the chaos.

I kept my eye on Becky’s blonde hair and black dress for a song or two, but by the time the next song started, she was lost in the crowd. I decided the best place to be was to stay right there so she could find me again. I had a good view of the dance floor and hoped that it wouldn’t be long before I saw her again. I wasn’t the most comfortable person in that kind of environment, especially when I was alone.

I figured another drink like the first one and I might be up to wandering on the dance floor so I found my way back to the bar and took a seat, ordering another drink as I sat down.

As soon as the bartender placed my drink down a woman leaned up against the bar next to me. I glanced at her as she smiled at me, forcing me to do a double take. Everything about her was alluring. From her perfectly styled short dirty blonde hair to her piercing baby blue eyes and ruby red lips.

I took a big gulp of my drink and nervously tugged my short dress a millimeter farther to down my legs.

Was she about to talk to me?

“First time here?” she said with a smooth, soft voice that melted over my body like chocolate.

Yep, she’s talking to me.

“Yeah, you?” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ve been here a few times.”

“Lucy, do you want the regular?” The bartender came out of nowhere and asked my dream woman. She made sure to lean over the bar top and show off her impressive tits, but Lucy didn’t even peek.

“Yeah and whatever she wants.” She pointed towards me and my heart lurched in my chest. Easily the hottest woman to ever buy me a drink.

“Rum and coke.” I blurted out before realizing three strong drinks was probably a little too much for me to have. Oh well.

“You got it.” The busty bartender said as she grabbed a bottle of rum.

“You’ve been here a few times? She seemed to know your drink.” I said, trying desperately to make small talk.

“Okay, maybe more than a few times.” Lucy said as she rolled her eyes and laughed.

The bartender came back a minute or two later and Lucy wouldn’t even let me open my wallet and attempt to pay.

“It’s on me,” she said as she pulled out a wad of cash tucked neatly in a money clip. I couldn’t help but admire her smooth skin and perfect nails as she handed the bartender a twenty.

“Thanks.”

“By the way, I’m Lucy.” She said with a beaming smile, a green light from the dance floor flashed across her face.

“I figured that,” I said with a grin, nervously taking a small sip from my new drink.

“And you are?”

“Bridget.” I yelled over the loud bass as a new song started.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” She made my cheeks blush. Her tone was smooth yet mixed with the perfect amount of energy. She was the quintessential confident sexy woman.

“Thanks.”

“I take it that you’re new to this sort of thing.” Or at least that’s what I think she said. The bass at that exact moment made it impossible for me to hear her clearly.

“Um, yeah.” I muttered, unsure what else to say. “Well…new to here not...” I motioned to the both of us, trying to convey my attraction towards other girls. I looked like a nervous idiot. Lucy shot me a cheeky smile, ignoring my obvious lack of communication skills.

“Would you like a tour?”

“Sure.” I didn’t really need a tour of a night club, but she was hot and I would have gone anywhere with her.

She led me past the dance floor and to a stairway guarded by two bouncers. V.I.P. area, my kind of place. I had never actually been in a real V.I.P. area but anything to get away from the crowds.

Upstairs was a long hallway with a number of black doors on either side. From the door closest to us, I heard the faint sound of bass vibrating. Maybe not just V.I.P. rooms, but some sort of themed V.I.P. rooms?

I imagined that this was where the celebrities hung out. I pictured one room with drum and bass, another house music and down the line.

“Are you ready?” She turned around and asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” I said with a smile.

She opened the door for me and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the new atmosphere. My mouth dropped. It may have been a V.I.P. room, but not at all like I had expected. Loud beats of electronic music filled the room, but I wouldn’t say that this was some sort of music themed room. No, this had a different theme.

Around a small black stage, were several rows of plush black leather coaches and chairs. Every seat taken by men and women in various states of dress. It was hard to see through the foggy darkness, but it was safe to say no one was keeping their hands to themselves. Where was I? How was this allowed?

I was suddenly hit with vertigo when I looked down. The entire floor was made of thick glass and I could see straight down onto the dance floor.

Luckily the club’s lights were just underneath the glass and they were too bright for anybody to see up into the room. Those people down there probably had no idea what was going on just over their heads. I know I didn’t when I was down there just two minutes ago.

The stage was lit with dim red lights. There was something that looked kind of like a bench in a weight room, black painted metal frame and red cushions. However, what stood out on this metal bench was the almost naked blonde woman bent over it, her bare ass sticking up into the air.

She was kneeling and bent over, naked except for a black leather bra and matching thong. It wasn’t until we navigated around a few couches and got closer that I realized it was Becky. A masked man stood behind her holding a large wooden paddle. She was locked to the bench at her ankles and wrists, leather straps and chains wrapped tightly up her forearms and calves. I watched in a twisted fascination as she struggled against the restraints.

My heart pounded, practically out of my chest. I wanted to run away. Yet Becky had a huge grin on her face. She flicked her blonde hair to the side as she looked over her shoulder at the man standing behind her, practically egging him on for another hit.

I’d heard of places like this, but of course had never been to one. Never even thought about going to a club like this. I had thought about what it would be like to be in her position before, but never considered it an actual fantasy of mine.

I never thought I would stumble across one of these places in such a popular establishment. I figured this was the kind of rare situation you would only find in some dark sex dungeon in someone’s basement or something. Was this sort of thing common? I had no clue.

Lucy came closer to me and whispered in my ear from behind, “What do you think?”

What do I think? I couldn’t turn away. It was like a bad car accident about to happen and I had to see it. Every time the large man in the mask twisted around and snapped his arm forward, resulting in a resounding-SMACK-my heart jumped with excitement. I had to admit, a slight buzz of electricity rattled my nerves. It was an odd feeling I had never felt before, getting excited from something so taboo and naughty.

What must it have felt like for her? To be completely dominated by a stranger? Giving into the man’s wishes and taking any amount of pain he felt like dishing out. But still, the whole thing made me nervous.

“I don’t know.” I said, too scared to admit my curiosity.

“You’ll love it.” Lucy wrapped her arms around me from behind. A shiver rolled down my back when I felt her hot breath tease the skin on my neck before planting a soft kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as I enjoyed the touch of her lips against me. It was easily the single hottest thing that had ever happened to me.

The man on the stage raised his arm, high into the air so everyone could see the paddle; the wood washed red from the lighting. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This didn’t seem real.

SMACK!

A sharp yelp skipped out of Becky as her body lurched forward from the impact. It had to hurt like hell, but her moan said she enjoyed it. I didn’t understand. But I wanted to.

Lucy’s hands went from innocently on my hips to dangerously close between my legs. I felt her fingertips graze just below the bottom of my dress. My stomach twisted in a knot as I thought about what I was doing and where I was.

My brain yelled-
stop her
. What sort of woman enjoyed this torture? But my body wanted her to keep going. My nerves were rattled but I couldn’t shake the feeling of overwhelming excitement coursing through my veins.

The man with the paddle reeled back again and the room went silent, anticipating the loud-

SMACK!

The impact made Becky’s legs shake. The sound electrified my body. I could feel my pussy dampen my thong as Lucy peeled the bottom of my short-tight fitting dress up my legs. I closed my eyes, my lips quivered as her soft hand slid up the inside of my thigh, tickling me slightly. As soon as my dress was peeled halfway up my ass I felt the cool air of the room kiss my cheeks.

I suddenly felt more naked and exposed than I had ever felt before.

Her fingertips teased the outline of my lips from the outside of my panties. I turned my head and nestled my face into her neck, letting out a soft moan of approval. I didn’t even care what my sorority sisters would say if they saw me now.