by Rose St. Andrews
Ashley jotted down another note in her little pad as she again slowed in her pace. While she loved walking the streets of New York City, she'd long ago learned not to rush when she was distracted. It always ended in a bump, a trip, or someone getting a foot stepped on.
"Ashley, come on, keep up," Keiko said, grabbing her by the elbow.
Looking up, she pocketed the pad. "Yes, sorry, just-"
"I know, just another story idea. Shit, what, you going to write the next great American novel? Forget that for tonight. This night is about dirty nasty fun!"
Ashley let out a squeak. "Keiko, just how wild a club is this?"
"Relax, it's nothing you can't handle. The mild stuff is the same shit we've been doing since high school."
"Mild? So, that means there's... other stuff?"
Keiko nodded. "Yes, but it's strictly voluntary, okay?"
"Well, okay."
She quickened her pace to keep up, even as her heart did likewise - and not just from the physical exertion. No, that was mild, and she was in great shape. They both were. Keiko and Ashley were two of a kind. Born and raised in a quiet coastal town of Connecticut, they'd been BFFs since grade school. Now recently graduated from college, they shared a tiny apartment in Manhattan, and Keiko was determined that they should live life to its fullest. Given that they were both petite, blonde, and had firm curvy builds, dating was never a problem. Although Keiko always seemed to have a slight edge in that department, Ashley attributed that to her Asian features and killer legs and ass. She was slightly taller than Ashley too, but at four-eight almost everyone was taller than her! Yet, there was still something missing in their lives, hence this expedition. Still, the prospect of going to a BDSM/fetish club filled her with nervous energy.
They finally reached it, and she was surprised - it was an elegant-looking brownstone. She thought sure it would be some hole-in-the-wall dump hidden away from prying eyes. The doorman checked their ID and then ushered them into the main atrium.
"So, some fancy lobby, huh?" Keiko whispered, slowly turning around.
"Girl, this is way too fancy to be a lobby. This is a foyer!"
"Keiko, how nice to see you again," a booming woman's voice said.
Ashley turned and cringed, letting out a little squeak. A mountain of a woman was approaching them, and Ashley didn't need an introduction to know she was the mistress or madam, or whatever the title was, of the house. Her long flowing black gown hugged every curve of her incredible Valkyrie figure, and she was head and shoulders above them. Given the strength and girth to her arms, Ashley estimated she could easily hoist both of them aloft.
Keiko extended her hand to her. "Mistress Elaine, it's always a pleasure to see you. This is my friend Ashley."
"Ah, the one you told me about," she said with a smile, turning to her. "So you're the virgin, eh?"
"What? No, I lost... oh, that kind of a virgin," Ashley replied. She squirmed like a schoolgirl being reprimanded by her teacher. "Well, technically, I guess... but I... well, have... fooled around a little."
Elaine chuckled. "Here we don't fool; we indulge and live out any fantasy you might imagine."
"Any?" she squeaked.
Keiko and Elaine laughed softly.
"Relax, girlfriend," Keiko told her, patting her arm. "It's like I told you, you don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
"Yet you should be open to new experiences," Elaine added. "You will never know your limits if you don't strive to exceed them. As this is your first time, why not just watch? Stroll the various rooms, chat, find out about the people. Some of the Doms might seem intimidating, but once you get to know them, you'll find that most of them are caring and compassionate men."
"What about the ones who aren't?" Ashley said, cringing.
Elaine frowned. "They don't stay members long. Heavy S&M is fine, between consenting adults, but any Dom who abuses a sub will earn my wrath! So, come on, let me be your guide."
Ashley actually felt better, and agreed. Elaine then escorted them through several of the mild rooms. She was amazed at what she saw: men and women, wearing everything from regular clothes to costumes to nothing at all getting spanked, paddled, caned, and otherwise punished. Some were simply spankings for the sake of spanking, some were role-play, and others were punishments. Ashley positively trembled as they walked about, her knees going weak, and her breathing becoming labored. The place was a dream come true for her.
Then Keiko ran into an old friend - James the realtor. He was a tall lanky fellow with a bad crew cut and thick glasses. But he had a smooth and sultry voice and a strong arm, and he easily turned her over his knee. Ashley stood there, mouth hanging open, Elaine at her side, and watched as he spanked her body-hugged skirt, her red lace thong, and finally her bare ass! It was beyond belief. Ashley couldn't believe it. Her best friend was laying there, bare assed and completely exposed, getting spanked like a naughty girl.
"Breathe, Ashley, breathe," Elaine whispered in her ear, her warm breath making her tingle. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
That was the thing; she wasn't sure what she was ready for. In the past, she and Keiko had fooled around with their boyfriends - that is, done little spanking games, but never like this. It got her heart pounding.
She turned to Elaine. "What if I am ready?"
Elaine smiled and gestured at the room. "Then take your pick."
"What, just walk up to a guy and say, 'Oh, excuse me, sir, would you please spank me?' That's so... bland."
"Ashley, you can do it however you want. You want conversation first - go right ahead. You want to just try it - then do just as you said, there are plenty of men, and women, who are more than willing to do so."
Ashley snapped her fingers. "Hey, that's a good idea, a woman for the first time. That'll be much less intimidating."
"Would you like me to do it?" Elaine said, smiling down at her.
"Ulp! Um-um-I..."
Fortunately, Elaine was able to read her body language, and so she just did it. Ashley felt as if she was in a dream. She sort of floated next to Elaine, who guided her to a chair, sat, and eased her over her lap. Her hands were huge, supple yet firm, and they held and caressed her. Then the smacks began to fall, also firm, yet not so severe she couldn't take them. Elaine seemed quite the expert. She spanked harder than any of her boyfriends, but then they had just seen her fetish as a weird game to put up with - a means to an ends, namely fucking her. That it was happening in a room with other people only heightened her excitement and humiliation.
All too soon, it was over, and Elaine lifted her to her feet and rose to once more tower over her. Ashley lightly rubbed her stinging seat and looked up at her, and shivered. The spanking had been over her skin-hugging skirt, which was fine by her - for a first time.
"So, did that meet with your approval?" Elaine said.
"I... um, yes, ma'am-mistress! Sorry, I'm...ah..."
"A little muddled? It's all right, Ashley. Some people speak of learning to walk before you can run. My version is getting a spank before a crop or strap or cane. You just have to build into it. The important things to remember are being open to new things, don't judge others, and don't let anyone push you into something you're not ready for. Trusting someone to guide you is one thing, being forced into it is another!"
"Um... okay, and thank you - for everything," she said softly.
Elaine smiled and stroked her hair. By then Keiko was done and re-joined them, and then Elaine left to tend to other matters. The two of them chatted with a few people, watched some more scenes play out, and then headed back to their apartment. Once there, they compared asses. Keiko's was deep crimson and Ashley could literally feel the heat rising from it. Hers was only dark pink, and she literally felt a pang of disappointment about it.
"Man, girl, I cannot believe you. Lying there, getting spanked, your snatch out there for all to see! How do you do that?"
Keiko grinned. "It was a complete and total rush."
"Um... when could we do it again?"
"Why, Ashley, you naughty girl, are you feeling frisky?" Keiko said with a grin.
She blushed so brightly her face matched the glow to Keiko's ass. "Um, just wondering."
Ashley didn't know about Keiko, but she definitely masturbated herself to sleep that night.
It was a week later that they were able to return. This time they came prepared. Keiko got them matching Japanese schoolgirl uniforms. Well, they were based on the proper uniform. The plaid skirts were very short, the black stockings were silk, and their blouses and vests were a tad too short and too tight. The one proper element was the nice white panties.
Initially, they didn't see Elaine, but that didn't worry Ashley, she was much more comfortable strolling about the place with Keiko. They eventually found her, decked out in a totally hot Domme outfit, a young guy - probably mid thirties - naked and across her lap. She was giving some sort of lesson to four other Dommes on proper spanking technique. As her firm right hand crashed into his red ass, Ashley could only wonder if hers had looked the same. When she saw where Elaine's other hand was - wrapped around his hard cock - Ashley squirmed and rubbed her thighs together.
"Hey, look at the size of him," Keiko snapped, tapping her on the shoulder.
Ashley jumped. "I wasn't staring!" she blurted out, her head whipping around. She calmed down when she saw what Keiko was talking about. "Oh, yeah, big guy. Hey, I recognize him from pro basketball."
He was an incredibly tall man, and he had a black woman across his lap, spanking the daylights out of her, and she was calling him Daddy. Ashley stood there, her breathing speeding up, and her eyes widening to see her deep ebony skin turning - of all things - white under the barrage of his smacks.
Keiko grinned and winked. "Hey, takes all kinds. Come on, I see two major hunks at the bar."
Before Ashley could protest, Keiko had dragged her over to stand before the men. They turned to look her and Ashley over, and she shivered. These guys were buffed, tall, and had eyes like a hawk - they seemed to drill right into Ashley's soul. She just knew they instantly knew every dirty secret she'd ever kept from anyone.
"Oh, sirs, can you help us please?" Keiko said. "We got failing grades at school today in all our classes, and don't know what to tell our daddies."
The two grinned and exchanged glances, then slid off their barstools and took each girl by the wrist. Ashley squeaked. His hand was strong yet not harsh.
"So, seems we've two naughty girls here trying to avoid a lesson from Daddy," one said.
The other, Ashley's man, nodded. "I'd say so. Guess two uncles will do, eh, Hank?"
Hank nodded. They moved their barstools away from the bar a bit, sat, and hoisted the girls into position. Ashley shivered from head to toe, lying across his lap. Quinton (she learned that was his name) was a big man, thick muscular thighs, and the floor was very far away.
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