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Mary and I have been seeing each other for years. I would say about 7. In that time I have taught her how to spank me. It took me years. I should say I thought I taught her. But you will see. If you have never been spanked by someone that knows, and that is knows, how to spank you, then you do not know what I’m saying. I have been spanking woman for years. And it does take time to learn. To soft and it does not work. To hard and a person that is getting spanked has to much pain. I have had a woman spank me for about one hour. Just the right amount can make a person cum. Mary and I have a few friends that like spanking. We never and I’ll say that again, we never have sex. Someone might make the person they are spanking masturbate them or them self in front of us. But the rule is no one is to have sex. You are able to spank someone else if they say it is okay. A wife or husband could not make the other take a spanking from anyone else unless they wanted to. That way we all stay friends.
It took me some time to teach Mary how to spank me. She never was the hard bitch or dominate that I liked. She would never order me, tie me like I liked. She was good but I would have liked her to be harder. Most of the time the club, would met once a month. Then we would spank someone or a wife might spank her husband in front of us. She would tell him what he had done wrong and then he would have to let her spank him. Mostly it was the men spanking the wife’s. But at lest one man got it a night. Most of the time Mary would like to spank me in front of the others. She told me that it made her hot. Then I could spank her later.
About a year ago Mary started to go to Kathy’s house on Tuesday afternoon. She told me that it was for coffee and that she would never have sex because of the club rule. I never thought of it. But at the club spankings she was getting better. Then it hit me what was going on. I should say that one night at the club it hit me. Kathy was teaching Mary how to dominate a man. And best of all to spank and dominate a man. ME......
One night at the club Mary told the others that she would like to show off what she was learning. She went out of the room. Before she left she bent over and kissed me. “Bob you are going to love this. I have been going to class for almost a year and I think you are going to go nuts”. With that she left and soon came back in with a black lace bra on. She had on a skirt not to big but baggy. It looked like she had on stockings. She was holding a soft cat-and-nine-tails. She has used them on me before but never the way we liked it. It was always to soft. That is why I would let other spank me from time to time.
Mary walked over to me and just looked at me. “Stand up and strip”. I looked at her and a smile came across my face. SLAP. Her hand came down across my face. I wasn’t ready for that. “I said stand up and strip. For years you have been telling everyone here that you wished that I could spank you the way you like. Tonight you are going to get just what you have asked for. Now strip”.
I stood up. My face felt hot. I do not know if it was from the slap or that my girlfriend was doing what I wanted. I took off my shirt and then went to put it on the chair. SLAP. I got one more across the face. “Just drop it. I told you to strip. NOW STRIP”. I dropped it and then came my pants and underpants. I stood in front of Mary nude. My cock was getting hard. (it always does when I get a spanking). Mary took hold of my cock and pulled it up and out.
“For years you have been spanking me and then sticking this thing in my mouth, pussy and ass in front of everyone. Now you are going to know what it feels like. Turn around and bend over the chair. And if you say anything I’ll slap you ass harder then what you think I can”. With that I bent over a chair. Someone in the room said. “Right.... Mary slap his ass hard. She has been a pussy for years. She would never know how”. With that I got about 5 hard and great slaps. The room went quiet. No one moved or said a word. My ass was hot and red. I felt Mary start to spank me. First with her hand then with the cat tails. I must say it did feel good.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me. Now I’m going to show you trick number two”. I did as I was told. “Pull my dress up and kiss it”. Mary knows I love to eat pussy and she shaves herself three times a week. I pulled her dress up and looked right at a 6.5” dildo. Mary had a strap on dildo on. I looked at it and then up at her. The next thing I felt was a slap across my face. I fell over to my right.
“Did I tell you to look up at me. I said kiss it. Suck it like you have me suck you in front of this club. You have told everyone her that is what you wanted. A woman that could take charge. Tonight is that night. Now suck”. Mary knew that this is what I have dreamt of. We have talked of it for years. Mary took hold of her cock and put it to my lips. Most of the other wife’s have done this to the husbands in the past and I have told her I loved to watch it. Soon I was sucking her cock. After about 10 minutes she pulled it out.
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The phone rang.
"Hello."
"This is Shannah McKillian."
Shannah was an executive of a graphic design company uptown.
"Shannah, ma cherie, I noticed you have an appointment today at 6 p.m."
It was Jude, he had a distinguishable, Creole-French accent with a molasses drawl. He was the only stylist she'd let within inches of her long blonde hair. Plus, she and he had been flirting subtly for quite sometime. She definitely had a crush on him. It was like he could draw out the outrageous and uncharted areas of her mind.
"It has been a madhouse here, and to keep you from waiting, I wonder if you'd be kind enough to arrive at 7 instead. I want to be able to give you the full attention you deserve."
Shannah smiled. She loved hearing his voice. It penetrated her core and made her flush from head to toe.
"That will be just fine, Jude darling. I too have been swamped, so 7 o'clock works out well for us both. "
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I was nearly there. I eased the rented car along the cinder track towards the house where she was staying, thanking her for the clear directions, which she’d written out and faxed to me personally. That was a nice touch: she didn’t have lots of “people” swarming around her. There wouldn’t be agents telling me what I could and couldn’t ask her, or tapping their watches when my 45 minutes were up.
One thing I fancied we would have in common was a dislike for wearing shoes – in nearly every photo I’d seen of her, she was barefoot, including when she met Prince Charles at an awards ceremony. That took some bottle, I’d thought at the time. I was determined to go barefoot for as much of this trip as possible, and had packed away my only pair of shoes as soon as I’d found the car. I’d always felt there was something deeply sensual about the sensation of the ground beneath my bare feet, whether it was grass, sand or even road. Lisa was someone after my own heart as far as that was concerned.
Actually, I had also heard that she generally dispensed with clothes when indoors, but I had discounted that as yet another on the teetering pile of rumours about her. Wasn’t naturism rather naff and uncool, especially for such a hip person?
There was a note on the door: “Hi Stacey, I’m round the back, just come through, the door’s open.”
As I walked through the big, sparse living room, enjoying the relief from the hot sun, a figure was walking towards me from the terrace at the back of the house. Because of the brightness behind her, I couldn’t make out the face until she was a few feet away from me, extending a hand with a warm smile. “Stacey, lovely to meet you, I’ve always enjoyed your writing. Another shoeless wonder, eh? Good on you! Drink?”
I’ll be honest: I was taken aback. I knew from the photos, films and videos that she was a very attractive woman, but I’d imagined her as rather tomboyish, almost androgynous. In the flesh, she was certainly slim and gamine, but at the same time more feminine than my picture of her had allowed. Her light brown hair was cut short and tousled, framing very symmetrical features. Her eyes were also light brown, and had a mischievous sparkle to them. This accorded with the received wisdom about Lisa: that her eyes were not just the windows to the soul, but the door to the bedroom. She didn’t seem to be wearing any make-up, and I thought she was, in a very understated way, stunning.
She wasn’t naked, somewhat to my relief, although she wasn’t wearing much. A light pair of shorts and a thin, unbuttoned waistcoat seemed to be about it. Aware of being able to see the edges of her small, pert breasts, I cast my eyes downward to her feet; they were slim and elegantly proportioned, with long, straight toes, the nails painted a deep maroon.
“Um, some cold water would be perfect,” I stammered, suddenly wondering how much time had elapsed since her question – had I been gawping at her for longer than was seemly? Sheesh, pull yourself together girl, I said to myself as she sauntered towards the kitchen, her lithe limbs and straight posture proclaiming the benefits of all that karate and pilates she had done.
“So, what’s the most outlandish story you’ve heard about me,” she asked with a grin as she returned. This threw me a little, as it was the very question I had been intending to put to her. I noticed what a sexy voice she had, deeper than you’d expect from such a slight frame, and with a little catch in it.
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I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I'm 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I'm 6' tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I've got naturally curly brown hair, and a very hairy chest and stomach. I've been in law enforcement for twenty-two years, not as a police officer, but within the jail setting. We are trained to rely more on our physical abilities, than our patrol counterparts since we carry no weapons on our persons while on duty.
I was living in a second floor apartment in a complex of approximately 600 units, while attempting to rebound mentally, as well as financially, from a rather messy divorce. The midnight shift pays an additional bonus due to the hours, and since I was looking for the extra money, that's when I worked.
I had just come home on a Friday morning, and didn't have to report for duty again until the following Sunday night. Entering my apartment, I realized that I had neglected to dispose of my trash the night before. Still in my uniform, (the only difference between my uniform and a patrol officer's uniform is that I don't wear a tie, and I've got short sleeves), I grabbed the plastic trash bag, tied it, and proceeded down the stairs to the garbage receptacle located about twenty yards from my apartment. As I swung my arm up to toss the bag into the container, I was attacked from behind. What seemed to be a pillow case was placed over my head, blinding me. My first reaction was to reach for the covering with my hands. As I did so, a noose fashioned from linens enveloped my hands and was drawn tight about my wrists. Realizing I was almost immobilized, I swung my right leg around, in an attempt to upend my attacker. A forceful knee to my groin dropped me to my knees, gasping for air, and writing in pain. Another piece of linen was tied tight over my mouth, rendering me mute, except for a low groan.
I was then made to walk, and after proceeding about ten yards or so, I was spun around repeatedly, which completely disorientated my sense of direction. I knew I was near the center of the apartment complex, but had no idea of which direction I was being led. After walking perhaps fifty yards, I was led into an apartment on the ground floor. How no one saw what was occurring was beyond my belief, as this was about 8:00 in the morning. Once inside, the door closed behind me, and was locked.
I was led into what must've been the living room area. My uniform shirt was ripped open, and removed to the point where my wrists were tethered together. My boots and socks were removed. My belt unbuckled and whisked from my trousers belt loops making a slapping sound. My pants were then opened, and dropped to my ankles.
Then, there was no movement for thirty seconds or so. I stood there, hooded, unable to speak or see, my wrists bound in front of me, with my uniform shirt dangling from them, and my pants at my ankles. I heard some whispering, and knew that there were at least two captors. I felt, and heard my own hand-cuffs snap around my left wrist. The linen manacle was removed, and before I could attempt to swing my arms, they were forced behind me, where the other hand-cuff was snapped tight over my right wrist.
A chop to the back of one knee instructed me to raise one leg, and then the other, while my uniform pants were removed. I was now naked, save for my underwear, and hand-cuffed from behind. My own belt was made into a choker, and placed around my neck. As the pillow case was being removed from my head, a hand pulled my head back, by the hair, and the belt tightened. A ball-gag was forced into my mouth just as soon as the linen gag was loosened. The hood was completely removed, and a blinding sleep-mask placed in it's stead. My eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the light, let alone catch a glimpse of my captors.
I was led into a closet, and was forced to sit in a wooden chair which had been placed inside, and tied to it. The closet door was closed, and I was left to sit, and ponder my fate. As I sat, bound to my chair, I heard muffled voices. They were female! Simultaneously, I began to feel ashamed as well as slightly aroused. Ashamed at not being able to defend myself with two females, and aroused by the unknown.
Hours passed, and I had fallen asleep, (don't forget, I had been awake all night, at work). I awoke to the sound of the door latch opening. I was untied from the chair.
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My girlfriend, Sally, works in a large office, which is run by a woman named Jan, or as my Sally calls her, Miss Bitch. Many times after work Sally has come home fuming mad due to Jan, who seemed to get pleasure in degrading Sally, from her work to her clothes, lifestyle, etc. Rather than explode, she decided to put up with it due to the good pay and benefits the job had.
One of Sally's co-workers decided to throw an office party, inviting all the office girls and husbands and boyfriends. The party was at a beach house and everyone there was strolling around in their bathing suits. After many bottles of booze had gone the wayside, the place was jumping. Sally, feeling good from a few too many, suddenly got a nasty disposition as she spotted Jan.
Seeing Jan for the first time, I didn't know she was such a good looker. Her build was exactly like Sally's, about 5'7" and 115 pounds. She was stunning in her skimpy bikini, with her ample breasts; she sauntered towards us.
Sally, being drunk and upset at Jan for showing up, got beer-inspired brave, stepped in front of Jan and said, "Well, Miss Bitch has decided to show up and ruin everyone's fun." Jan quickly told Sally to "Go to hell asshole." Immediately, like a cat, Sally slapped her, and then grabbed a hand full of her pretty hair. Jan soon matched Sally's anger by punching her stomach rapid-fire as Sally released her hair. Dazed, Sally doubled over in hopes of catching her breath back. Taking advantage of the condition, Jan reared back and caught her smack dab in the face, sending Sally sprawling to the ground. Jan pounced on top of her, flailing away with her long sharp fingernails. Sally regained herself from her lack of air, and with Jan on top of her, she grabbed a hand full of Jan's bikini top and yanked it off. Jan, turning totally embarrassed at her public viewing of her swaying tits, jumped, covering her chest.
Taking advantage of Jan's modesty, Sally wailed away at her face, repeatedly punching her in the face, while Jan vainly tried to cover her boobs, giving Sally free shots to her now dazed and reeling head. Jan finally raised her arms to protect herself, as her tits bouncing brought cheers from the party-goers, who strangely did not try to stop this catfight, mainly because all the women who worked with Jan were hoping to see Sally give her the beating they all wished for. As most of her co-workers cheered her on, Sally took over. Seeing how ineffective she was when naked tits were exposed, she reached down and yanked Jan's bikini bottom to her ankles. Shrieking, Jan tried to run from her totally naked exhibition, but tripped on her own bikini bottom, still on her ankles. With Jan on all fours, Sally continued her assortment of clawing uppercuts to her body. Jan began to beg for mercy as Sally's blows made her start to cry. But knowing my Sally, I could tell she was not quite ready to end it. Humiliating her was what she wanted as punishment for bitch behavior towards her and her friends.
Sally grabbed a now totally defeated Jan by her boobs, yanking her painfully to her wobbling feet. Spotting the party host's weight lifting bench, which her husband used on the patio, Sally shoved Jan between the two steel weight props, which were at one end of the bench. It was a tight fit even for Jan's slim waist, but Sally squashed her down, wedging her hips firmly. Using Jan's own bikini top, she tied Jan's upper torso and arms securely, so that she was flat, pressed against the bench, while kneeling at the other end of the bench, hips stuck firmly. Raising her hands in victory, cheers filled the air.
Jan's ass wiggled frantically as she tried vainly to get free. What a sight to see Jan's well-rounded bottom, upturned wiggling to free itself. And as a final humiliation, Sally mounted Jan on top of her lower back, a leg on each side, and shouted, "All in favor of me giving Miss Bitch a good old fashioned spanking, say aye!"
Aye! roared from the women's mouths. With eagerness, she abided. Sally pulled off one of her flat hard clogs from her foot, gazed down at the still wiggling ass, and said, "Here's for all the mean shit you dumped on all of us!"
She raised the flat wood sandal, smiled and swatted Jan's bottom, stinging her mounds. Avidly she administered it to her ass, which began to turn beet red with each swat. Jan's ass wiggled desperately, as laughter roared. Poor Jan began to cry as Sally swatted and slapped her tortured fanny. Helpless, Jan pouted, "Please stop, I'll do anything."
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