High School Bondage Club

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"Welcome to Mountain Valley High School Bondage Club!" said Carl Thomas with a grin. He brushed a wayward lock of his black hair back from his eyes as he studied the group, resting against a table dressed in his typical outfit of torn jeans, a faded tee shirt and a pair of Vans.

It felt ridiculous to say that out loud; the absurdity of their act was evident in the title of their club. In addition, what they were doing put them at serious risk, with the teachers, their friends and the school gossip mill. But finally speaking to the select group of like-minded high school students that were lounging in front of him felt like such a relief. It took some of the edge off the anxiety that had been building in him for the last week.

And indeed it had been a long and stressful week since Carl had created a fake facebook profile and sent a message to all the upper class students at Mountain Valley High that advertised a new club being formed, a club to explore BDSM. That message had been the talk of the school, of course, with administrators trying fruitlessly to find out who was behind it. Carl had had to screen dozens of replies to get rid of the trolls, outraged religious types, and horny students that just wanted to fuck. The seven people that he had invited tonight had all seemed genuinely interested in BDSM. Just as importantly, they were secretive enough that they had all used anonymous emails so their identities had been a complete unknown until they had walked in one-by-one this evening after school.

They were in the drama club's private room near the auditorium, which Carl had a key for as one of the club's officers. The drama lounge was full of couches and coffee tables and was lit by a couple warm lamps, making it a much more comfortable meeting place than a classroom. In addition, with no production going on right now, Carl knew it was free on Mondays after class and they would be guaranteed privacy.

Carl glanced around at his fellow kinky club members. He had been surprised at who had come; some he was friends with, like Kyle from the soccer team, others he had been in classes or worked with, like Jamie who painted sets, others he knew by their unmissable appearance, like punk rocker Kylie, and some were quiet types, like Christi. Everyone seemed to be sizing each other up with the same surprise and curiosity. These were the other people in their school who shared the same curiosity for BDSM?

Now that they were all together, he realized how incredibly awkward this whole thing was becoming and decided he needed to break the ice quickly and weed out those who weren't serious.

"We are here for one reason, all of us are interested in BDSM and want to explore it. That means there will be nudity, discipline, punishment, sex acts, and full blown sex. All done with appropriate safe words for the subs. But if anyone isn't up for that, now is the time to leave," he let his words dangle in the quiet room as he scanned the eyes focused on him. But no one got up.

"Good, we'll meet every Monday and then everyone will get paired up for a 1x1 session sometime during the week," he said, and continued rattling off logistics like it was a model UN club. No photos, no talking to other people (first rule about HSBC is don't talk about HSBC!), respect safe words and limits, and no drama or forming exclusive relationships.

"Now, to get to know each other, we are going to have everyone take a turn and say who they are, what they want to explore in BDSM or a fantasy, and then they pick someone else and give them a command that they have to follow before they get to do their own intro," he said with a mischievous grin. Eyes widened and bodies shifted as his classmates realized they were going to have to do a 'dare' in front of this new group of people. A dare that was likely sexual. Carl didn't know how far things would go in front of this crowd, so he decided to start slow and have a little mechanism to make people not go too crazy. "And whoever you give a command to will get the right to give you one back after we are done intros, so keep that in mind when you make your request."

"I'm Carl and I got us together because I'm really turned on by BDSM. I am a dom and the idea of a girl being bound and restrained as I make her cum over and over again, until she can't even think, is probably my hottest fantasy," he said, and then glanced around the room and settled his eyes on Jamie. The artsy blonde had always intrigued him. He had wondered what kinks, if any, hid behind her feisty personality and she certainly seemed to be acting different her senior year. More confident. He smiled at the realization she had been hiding the same fetishes he had. "Jamie, I want you to pick someone in the room and make out with them for a minute, as passionately as you can."

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Damn, damn, damn! I'm probably late! Soft but still very rushed pants were passing the lips of the young Asian junior. Her heart had been racing -- and not just from the running. Anticipation was also flooding her body and mind, the latter especially. She had no regrets joining what was supposed to be a BDSM club. If anything, she was rather astounded at herself for actually being this bold and taking such initiative.

But Jun knew there would have been no way her parents would have approved nor informed her of what it all meant. So, like they'd said time and time again, the best way to understand something was to actually experience it. Thankfully, the fact they were so often busy was a bit of a blessing. It meant Jun didn't have to worry about answering the annoying questions regarding where she was going, how late she would be out, or anything similar and of the like.

Within minutes, Mountain Valley High School came into view. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, Jun's head bowed, dark brown strands of hair falling and concealing her face for a few brief seconds. After regaining enough breath and composure, she slipped inside and navigated her way to the drama club's private room. The task was easy enough. After all, she was and had been in the Drama Club since joining up in the High School.

Her head bowed slightly and poor Jun didn't need a mirror to know she was blushing, mortified about having arrived late. Hopefully though, she wasn't too late.

"..Sorry ... " She murmured softly, quickly taking a seat on an empty couch. Her left leg crossed over her right and she appeared to have walked inside in time to hear something regarding a special form of .. introductions? Something involving .. a dare?

Truth or dare? She mused, remaining silent all the same. It was time for her to play the - as she fondly called it herself - 'observing game' and learn via watching for herself on all that was about to happen. There was at least one unspoken given; tonight would definitely be a night to remember.

At first Jamie had been a little apprehensive about coming to the first meeting of the High School Bondage Club. After all, as a young girl it was a little scary to think about the –wrong- types of guys that such a club could attract. But what did she have to lose? The meeting was being held at school, which was a relatively safe place. Everyone would be about her age and have limited experience with BDSM. They could all bumble around and learn together. This would be a perfect way to sort of break into an area of fantasy that intrigued her.

Plus she could always leave, so no big deal.

It came as a major relief to see at least one familiar face. She’d seen Carl around a lot in all her time painting and building sets for the drama club. She never would’ve pegged Mr. Drama and Soccer All Star to be into bondage, but to each their own. Oh and here came Jun, panting and looking a little bit frazzled! Cool! Two people that Jamie knew/was acquaintances with and both of them weren’t axe murderers. Awesome!

Though of course the whole ‘knowing’ people thing seemed to be a double edged sword. Carl was looking at her. She knew that look, it wasn’t the one boys gave her when they were checking out her breasts. Instead it was the look teachers gave them right before picking an unwilling victim to volunteer some information infront of the class. She held his gaze, keeping her green eyes glued to his blue, even though she was willing him to look away.

No…no! Stop looking over here. Son of a… Ohhhh Carl…I’m going to get you for this! She flashed Carl ‘the look’, making it already evident that she didn’t like taking orders or liked to be picked on to go first. But she was a good girl and would play nice…plus since she was going first she’d have plenty of free time to figure out a dare to throw back at him when introductions were over.

“Hey guys, my name’s Jamie.” She glanced around at the group, offering a bright smile. “I’m really big into art sooo the more dramatic and visually appealing aspects of bondage interest me. I like the ideas of shibari, costumes, that kinda thing. I’ve never been a Domme or a Sub before, but I –am- kind of a top. I was hoping one of you boys could break my little aggressive streak.” Her smile tuned into a grin and she winked at Kyle, just because she had never heard a peep out of the boy before and assumed him to be shy. Might as well see if she could ruffle him up a bit.

She paused for a moment, trying to think of a fantasy. “Hmmm and a big fantasy of mine…I’d love to be collared and leashed and go with a Dom to a masked bondage party. Exhibitionism is a big kink of mine, but I think the anonymity of a masked party would be even hotter.” Phew. Now that that was over, all she had to do was do her dare and dish one back out.

Her bright eyes traveled around the room for a moment. Ah so many choices…but her green eyes finally came to rest on Kyle. He was cute and clean-shaven, perfect for her. Jamie sauntered over to the couch he sat on and eased herself down into his lap, straddling the quiet boy. “Kyle…right?” Jamie grinned when he nodded. Well good, now that they had been properly introduced… The lithe blonde leaned forward, capturing his lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. Jamie started slow, exploring his lips just to get acquainted, and when Kyle began to reciprocate, she turned up the heat. Delicate fingers found the collar of his shirt, fisting the fabric as she tugged him forward, pressing her luscious mounds firmly into his strong chest. She moaned softly before deepening the kiss, letting it become more frenzied and passionate. Her silken tongue slipped out, sneaking it’s way into Kyle’s mouth to playfully duel and battle for supremacy. Only when she could no longer breath did she pulled away, a little pink in the cheeks and panting softly, but she had a massive grin on her lips as she regarded Kyle. “Not bad.”

Hmmm…now for a dare. Well she was already tormenting and teasing Kyle, might as well pick on him a bit more. Not able to peg him as a submissive or a dominant, she thought she’d give him a dare that would clarify that for her. “Kyle, I want you to strip down to your underwear and you can put your clothes back on after introductions are over.” Jamie grinned as she hopped out of the boy’s lap and made her way back to her own couch, eager to see if he would squirm like a sub or sit up proud like a dom in a room full of strangers and left only in his underoos.

Kyle had arrived in this group not really knowing many others. The man who had brought them all here had turned out to be his teammate and friend Carl, and he was sure he had seen the punk rocker around at least a few times. He had chosen not to say much towards the group, and when he found his body being straddled he silently thanked the fact that he had been chewing a mint leaf in order to mask the smell of coffee. His breath had been more then fresh enough for the encounter with Jamie, a girl he was almost certain he had seen around, but as a transfer student this was his first real encounter with many of these people.

And what an encounter it was feeling her grip tighten around his shirt, he leaned into the kiss his teeth biting her lower lip playfully as he interlocked with her and exchanged saliva, it was almost instinct that when she pulled back he gave her one last small peck just so he could have the last word on their kiss. It was a make out session he had enjoyed more then thoroughly, and was almost sad when it was over. Kyle stretched for a moment feeling very satisfied and upon hearing her dare he smiled. "Only to my underwear?" He said lightly kind of shocked that such a dare wasn't making him go all the way.

Still the soccer player stood up, his cheeks flushed red, but he was more then a little excited by the prospect of being seen in just his underwear in a room with so many women. Pulling off his shirt he tossed it back over his backpack, stretching his sides and letting his muscular upper body show off for a second before he undid his belt, and started to drop his jeans. He took a moment to make sure that everyone saw his firm athletic legs before taking off his shoes and even his socks till all that remained were his boxers which held the thin veil for his cock. He did still have a slight blush to his face, as he turned to Jamie and gave her a small wink. He would have felt more awkward but back in his home country he happened to live near a clothing optional beach. A place he was still desperately searching for an equivalent too. Exhibitionism, the thrill of being seen in public was after all a thrill he always loved to have.

Sitting back he gave a slight shiver, feeling the metal parts of the chair uncomfortably against his back. He didn't shrink away, but he did seem kind of odd. At least one of these people knew him, hell they all would now he guessed, and oddly that was okay. His main goal in coming to this event and this club had been to meet new people, and he had already found someone who shared at least one of his interests. "Hello." He said finally addressing the group.

"I honestly don't know if I am a dom or a sub, though I am not a virgin. The preferential term i am guessing for someone like me is a switch, someone who likes having things done to him, and doing things to others. I suppose my biggest fantasy would be to take a lucky girl to a park and I would love to suspend her from a tree and play with their body in the open air of nature." It was a rather dangerous fantasy one wrong move and they could be caught charged with some miss demeanor, but to him it was all rather exotic.

Kyle took a look around athe room the many faces he could see, he saw the small cute Asian girl. She seemed so shy so out of place, and part of him wanted to play on that fact. "You're Christi right? I've seen you in the halls every now and then." He said happily looking her over. He was already in his underwear, so modesty didn't seem like it was of the most importance. "I would dare you to take off your top, and bra, choose a man or woman, and let them fondle your breasts." He said knowing that sadly it probably wouldn't be him, but he would enjoy the show.

Kylie could not help but to grin at all the action already happening around her. She could see many different people from different points of view on the room. She studied each and every one of them, her green eyes studying and trying to figure out who is who. She hugged her knees as she sat on top of the chair, her boots were already on the floor and her feet were on top of the chair. She looked at everybody and grinned as the first dare was a kiss.

Kylie was not a shy girl at all, she knew what she wanted and she would do anything to get it. Playing with the piercing on her lower lip she focused on the interchange of the lips between the two. She could already see the pair of handcuffs on her purse being used on her while some guy made her feel at heaven. Music bursting inside her mind thanks to the phone and a single earplug that sounded the music of stained. She giggled to herself as she remained quiet slowly studying each and every one.

She was not quiet by any means, she was often seen doing crazy antics but somehow this was different. She often did those stuff to get the attention but in here everybody had the same taste that she had in BDSM, sure she never experienced anything but she could not help but to hope that with this club things would change soon enough. Moving her hair back she stretched and placed her phone on her purse before she waved at everybody, “I guess it is my turn, the name is Kylie and I been interested in this ever since I can remember. Porn and everything is good and all for a good fingering time but I kinda want to try the real thing”.

There she said it, she masturbated and so what? She was sure that everybody in here did it everyday so why should she hide it?. Giggling she dropped back down on the chair and relaxed on the chair as she was before, knees up on top of the chair and the lower side of her face hiding behind the knees as she studied everybody, almost like a ninja turtle when coming out of a sewer. She had no idea what would happen in this club but there was one thing for certain, she wanted to be here and wanted to experiment with everything that she could.

People usually saw bdsm as a taboo or something that only weird people did. She was always considered weird but in her own mind she was just carefree and expressing everything without hiding. “Mmmm yes big breasts to fondle, who would get the honor to do so?” she laughed and then looked at her own breasts under her shirt and grinning.

Nick hadn't expected time to just fly like it did, normally some things took forever to finish. He had completed some work in one of the computer labs but didn't think that it would drag like it did. He didn't expect to be late to the club on the first day and could be seen sprinting down the hallways towards the drama club's private area. He had been in the school long enough to know where all the classes were, however getting to them was a pain in the ass.

He didn't know how he felt about this club. He thought it was a curious thing to go to during school and was surprised he went for it. BDSM was normally a private thing for him and he liked to keep it to himself. Maybe it would be fun, maybe he'll actually get to experience BDSM rather than watching it on some screen. He wondered what the policy was if there was an odd number of people. What would they do if there more guys or more girls? Of course, he couldn't imagine right now as he was in the process of speeding down the hallways to the club itself.

When he got there, he made his way inside immediately, seeing a group of people. On closer inspection, he saw that one of the guys was clearly in his underwear. Either that was part of the first day or they were doing something. He strolled in to hear one of the girls say something about fondling big breasts. It got him curious to say the least. He quietly made his way to a couch where someone was already there but he sat on the opposite side so he didn't make the girl uncomfortable.

If she was going to go in, it had to be soon.

Nadia stood just around a corner form the Drama Club's private room. She had been by it dozens of times, but she had never seen inside. She had already watched a couple of other students rush in to where this meeting was supposed to be held. An Asian girl that she thought was a Junior and a guy she was almost sure she had never seen before. They had been late enough... and yet here she was, still pacing and staring at that fucking door.

Her hands raked through her long hair, musing the thick red mass as she tried to work out her nerves. She'd responded to the invite, got the date and the place, and now at the last second she was going to flake out? What was the point of a challenge if she never actually took it? If all she did for the next hour was a stare at the door, then the entire thing was completely pointless. She had to get a grip, pull herself together, and just dive in. Nadia made herself take a deep breath, hike her backpack higher on her right shoulder, and started walking forward. She reached out for the door nob and her hand shook. That little flinch just made Nadia angry and she snatched the door open with a vengeance.

The sight that greeted her made her freeze in the door way. The seniors she knew more from reputation and shared classes than anything else. Still, her cheeks flushed with color. If she knew of them, they like knew of her, and that just made life uncomfortable. The mostly naked blond she knew as 'the exchange student' just made it all that much worse. Gathering her nerve, Nadia gently kicked the door closed behind her and dropped her backpack near it encase she ended up making an escape.

"Bondage club?" she asked as she walked up to the group. All eyes seemed to be on her, and she made herself smile. On stage, people where supposed to watch you preform. But, standing in front of her peers made her nervous as hell. "Sorry I'm late... um... pleased to meet you all."

Feeling thoroughly awkward, she found a seat that was balanced between being part of the group and keeping her distance from them. "Sorry if I missed anything important... just fill me in after we're done with... whatever is currently going on."

Nadia's late entrance was the last straw for Carl. He'd had way too many sleepless nights this past week stressing over setting this whole thing up and he was annoyed that three of them couldn't even make it on time. He was risking everything just getting this group together. They had to treat it with a little more respect!

As he frowned at Nadia, a tomboy who seemed to love to buck authority, he had a sudden burst of inspiration. This was a BDSM club, right? People should realize there might be a bit of punishment if they are late or break a rule? It's not like being late to Chess club! Perhaps this tardiness might a good first lesson for everyone and make sure they all took it seriously from now on. And it could be another good icebreaker for the still awkward and uncertain group.

"W-wait - Christi, hold on.. Sorry Kyle, she'll have to do your command in a second, and you too Kylie if you were campaigning to be fondled," Carl said holding up his hand and interrupting the shy Asian girl before she could even speak. He stood up and looked at Nadia, Nick and Jun. The three club members that all had wandered in after they had started.

"We were doing intros. Everyone gets to give someone a command after their intro, and then that person goes," Carl said. "But, you missed my spiel about how we all need to be serious about this or get the fuck out. Since you guys are all late, and this is a BDSM club, I think some punishment is very appropriate." He ended his last statement with an evil grin and motioned to the long table he had been leaning against.

"So... hop on up here and grab a hold of the edge of the table. Public spanking will be the official discipline for minor infractions in the club," he said smiling broadly now. "I'll spank you first Nadia since you were the last... one spank for every minute you were late, so eight total. And I need a volunteer to spank Nick, who gets five, and one for Jun, who gets two. I'm assuming a girl for Nick... we'll let the victim get to have some say at least."

"Come on up Nadia, you are first!" Carl said with a grin as he crooked a finger at Nadia. He'd always found her an intriguing girl, though he didn't know her well. A tomboy that delighted in hanging with the guys. While everyone here was a complete surprise, she didn't seem like the kind of person that would enjoy being a sub. Nor did he see her as a dom; she almost skirted the whole sex thing completely and tried to be another one of the dudes half the time, hiding the fact she was quite attractive very skillfully. The more he thought about it, the more he was surprised she was here. This would be a good test to see if she was serious about the club and could hack it.

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Each and every 'introduction', which did indeed come with a dare of sorts, was paid close attention to by Jun. She not only noted the dares but the confessions and words that left everyone's lips. It was interesting to hear how many of them had hinted an interest in exhibition. And the more she thought about it herself, Jun began to wonder if this applied to her as well? Suddenly the idea of being secretly groped and touched - even during class - was rather .. arousing, actually. She swallowed softly as she crossed her legs tighter over one another, astounded. It hadn't even been her turn yet ... and this all was beginning to turn her on faster than any bit of erotic pieces of literature she'd ever read.

Twice more the door opened up and two more individuals walked in. That plus the knowledge of hearing she wasn't the only one who was a virgin made her a bit relieved. She'd felt rather irked and awkward when she'd walked in -- late of all things at that matter. But thankfully, she hadn't been the only one. Off the top of her head, neither the other female nor male immediately was one she recognized. Then again, she was one of the few Juniors, that already made it slightly hard for her to recognize most of anyone at all. Actually, upon taking a second glance at Nick ... she did realize she'd seen and been with him in a few classes.

Most of the rest of the members, though, she truly had no idea on whom they were. The only other one, also from classes, was Kyle. In a way, she'd ... admired him from afar, if one could call it that. They were similar in quite a few ways. Both were transfer students, both not originally from the States, and he was about as quiet as herself.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted though as Carl finally spoke up. ".. Huh?" Spanking? Had she really heard that correctly? It was enough to damn well nearly laugh. That had seemed to her something which was practically useless by the time one reached adolescence. But --- she had arrived late all the same. And for that fact alone, more than anything, she wouldn't attempt to get up to her feet and run off.

Besides, it was just two. That couldn't be too bad ... right?

Seeing all of these new people, and having Christi halt on his dare was slightly sad. Kyle had wanted nothing more but to see the cute shy girl blush. But then again he watched as three people entered late into this room. And Carl finally gave his demands. Spankings? Well this club just got enhanced by a lot of fun. Kyle didn't know if he was happy or disappointed that he had been on time to this club. Though he was in his underwear so either way he was still willing to call this a win in his books.

Kyle stood up after hearing all of the plan that Carl had to 'punish' those who would take this club less seriously. Maybe it was the fact that he was in his underwear but he couldn't help but feel kind of excited by that prospect. Looking at Jun he recognized her more from a few of his classes, and had often seen her eyes on him. She was attractive and well a transfer student like himself. Though he was a little more athletic then her, he honestly never thought there would have been a social circle where the two of them would have met, and yet. He swallowed lightly.

"Jun, If you would mind standing, and taking off your pants." He said taking the volunteer position. Someone needed to punish her right? And he couldn't actually think of anything better then a bare bottom spanking though he actually wasn't sure if Carl was taking it that far or if he was reading more into this punishment then he should have. Either way, He was still kind of blushing, he had just asked a woman he barely knew to take off her pants so he could spank her... This club was going to be amazing.

He let out a small sigh, and put on a more stern face, to show that he was very much serious about this. This club seemed to have a very heavy tone with it. He wasn't sure if he was in the right position or not to demand what he was, but he happily volunteered. Jun was cute and quiet like him, and he couldn't help but think that she would probably enjoy it as much as he was enjoying being in his underwear. It was always the quiet ones who were freaky right? Looking around at the rest of the group that rule seemed to certainly stand the test. He was here after all.

He knew that one thing was for sure, he wasn't going to try to make it hurt. But he wouldn't be gentle with her either.

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Unfortunately, it was soon after Kyle's words caught her ears that Jun couldn't help but react. They echoed a few times over and over in fact, as if she thought to be dreaming by this point.

"Jun, if you wouldn't mind standing and taking off your pants."

It wasn't directly at Kyle, but all the same she couldn't help herself. A hand quickly went over Jun's mouth as she chuckled. It was more the way it'd been worded ... and the fact that when all was said and done, she truly was here. In a meeting for BDSM lovers, whether or not they had any experience in said field. It felt like an odd dream ... but a quick pinch in between her thumb and index finger made her wince lowly and know that was the last thing this was. Swallowing softly, her hazel eyes went down to the floor as everything began to actually dawn upon her and realizations came to her.

Dear gods, I'm really doing this, aren't I?

But perhaps what was taking her aback wasn't just that she was about to do this. But a part of her wanted to. Managing a small and silent nod, her hands went upon her jeans. While they slid down, she slipped her shoes off and soon stepped out from the denims. Underneath was something that no doubt wouldn't be expected from a silent female such as herself. Her cheeks instantly went crimson as Kyle - and everyone else - saw that she didn't wear panties. More like a thong, deep purple in color. But it gave quite a nice view of her rear all the same.

It's just two .. can't be that bad ... Jun continued to reassure herself. forcing her feet to slowly and steadily guide herself in front of Kyle. The poor Asian was cursed with the same one most had; short height. She wasn't even five and a half feet tall, two inches short than that at five feet three inches. As her eyes went up to meet Kyle's, she felt even smaller and very ... powerless? Was that the right word? Probably, though right now her mind was hardly comprehending much of anything that was happening around her.

All it seemed to focus on was the here and now that was to happen between herself and Kyle. Her hands went to her sides, resting there, as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the spankings that were to come.

"I'll spank you first Nadia since you were the last..."

Up until that point, she had been listening with mild amusement. After that statement, she found herself in a staring match with Carl Thomas. Had the soccer star really just challenged her in front of everyone? Her left eyebrow arched high as he went on to explain the spankings. Eight smacks for eight minutes late. The whole idea seemed like a ridiculous excuse for a little ass grabbing to her, and Nadia found herself feeling somehow put out.

"Come on up Nadia, you are first!" Carl said with a grin as he crooked a finger at her. Nadia's first response was to give him an 'excuse-the-fuck-out-of-me?' look, but that grin of his didn't falter. He was challenging her! Only two choices... One, get up and leave looking like a complete coward. Two, accept his challenge and risk whatever would happen next. Her thoughts were distracted by the nearly-naked blonde standing up and doing an awkward combination of asking and ordering the Junior she thought she recognized - Jun, they'd called her - to get up and drop her pants. Nadia's eyes jumped to Carl, as he seemed to be the ring leader here, but he said nothing about it.

An odd mixture of horror and amazement left Nadia staring slack-jawed at the elegant Asian girl as she nodded and then began to obey! Shocked into silence, she couldn't even bring herself to say anything to stop her... and then the girl was standing nude from the waist down. She walked over to stand by the blonde, and Nadia's mouth clicked shut with a snap as her own cheeks began to heat up. Really, if she baled out now she'd never live it down. Even if they eventually forgot, she never would.

Her attention slid back to Carl and Nadia's jaw clenched even tighter when she found his grin had widened. Again he tauntingly crooked his finger at her and Nadia practically growled at him as she slid to her feet and walked over to where he stood. Several choice phrases swam around her mind, but if she were honest with herself, her anger at being taunted didn't even begin to compare with the excitement that was making her heart beat at a staccato rhythm. If she were honest, she was thrilled by any challenge she was given, it played into her competitive nature. Being forced to walk to the front of the room and bend over the table was as exciting as those last five minutes before the stage lights flicked on and the music started. But, if she really admitted what excited her must, it was being confronted with a guy that didn't see her as a threat to his manhood.

Butterflies were swarming her stomach, her lips were parted slightly to allow soft, panting breaths to pass them, but as Nadia stopped inches away from Carl, she simply glared up at him. She was lanky, tall for a girl. At five feet, nine inches, she was as tall, and taller than, several of her male friends. Even so, she still had to tilt her head back a bit to look up at him... somehow, that pissed her off even more. A moment of inspiration shot through her, and she reached out and down to grab the edge of the table with one arm on either side of Carl. She didn't have to bend down to reach it, but it still forced her to press her body against his. Where as her usual slightly baggy clothes tended to hide her curves, she felt sure that a small rumor had been put to rest, at least for Carl. While she wasn't sporting the kind of breasts some guys drooled over, her comfortable size c's were now firmly pressed into his chest. Nadia refused to flinch and, instead, stood there grinning wickedly up at him.

"There," she purred at him in a soft, sultry voice despite the challenging glare she was giving him, "I'm holding the edge of the table. Now what?"

As soon as he saw her reaction, Carl knew he was going to enjoy this first taste of discipline with Nadia. That smug little grin, like she was too cool for the club and this might all be some big joke, disappeared immediately. Her body stiffened and her face tightened, eyes widening for a second before they narrowed as she studied him. Their locked gaze became a battle of wills, almost a scene out of a Western movie where two gunslingers were staring each other down on a dusty street. Each of them battling for dominance and refusing to yield in front of their classmates.

Carl discovered that he enjoyed that Nadia was testing him, challenging his authority to punish her and questioning if he was worthy of the act. It just made his grin grow bigger and he summoned her again with that crooked finger. He kept his face relaxed and his body language casual, letting her know that he felt completely confident and in control. Let her believe that her reticence to submit to his discipline didn't bother him at all. It helped that he had her in a difficult corner. She couldn't back down without looking like a coward and there was no graceful way to refuse him without quitting the club. She'd be forever that girl who couldn't handle a little spanking.

But suddenly, Kyle stood up and asked Jun to take off her pants. Maybe Carl's teammate had sensed that the tension with Nadia was dragging too long and Carl needed help, or maybe he was just sick of waiting for Nadia to make up her mind. The Asian girl proved to be much more submissive than Nadia and Carl's gaze was dragged to her irresistibly as Jun pulled off her pants and exposed her pale and tiny ass to the group, wearing just a skimpy thong. By the time he glanced back to Nadia, he saw the defiant girl wiping her face free of the look of shock and horror that had developed from witnessing Jun's willing compliance. As their eyes met, Carl felt his grin become a smile. He knew he had her now. Nadia would never back down after Jun had shown her up!

And sure enough, Nadia stood and began to walk towards Carl. Her jaw was set, face a little flushed, and she seemed to be fighting back some sassy comment. Instead of placing her arms on the table next to him, she sauntered up to him and placed her arms around him before gripping the table near his hips. Carl couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and feel his eyes bulge in surprise as she pressed herself against him and made him suddenly very aware of those breasts she hid so well. This tomboy was definitely a girl!

He recovered from his surprise as she gave him a sultry challenge. He realized she was trying to seize some control back and turn what was supposed to be a punishment into a partial victory for her. Carl set his jaw and glared back at her, grin reappearing as his hands slipped between their bodies and began to work the button of her jeans.

"Technically, I never said how you had to grab the table," he answered her smoothly as his fingers opened her jeans and slid the zipper down. "So if you want to get spanked in this position, I'm very fine with it. But, I think Kyle is right, we should have your pants off for any punishment."

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down over her hips, pushing them to drop to her knees. As he let the jeans fall, his chest rubbed against her breasts and his face lowered to hover by her ear. He whispered to her lightly, "I like this position better, anyway." He let her know with that little comment that her plan to take the initiative had backfired and turned into an act that merely pleased her punisher.

And then he placed his palms on the twin globes of her ass, peering over her shoulder to get a peek at them. As a dancer, her ass looked extremely firm and well muscled. Carl tentatively cupped her cheeks and found them very solid and tight indeed. She would be extremely fun to spank.

"Ready for your spanking?" Carl asked her, leaning his head back to stare in her eyes again, a big grin on his face.

Kylie grinned as she saw the turn of events that just happened, two girls and one guy were going to get spanked!. She giggled and searched for her purse and took out the cuffs, “Mmmm yeah I volunteer to spank the bad boy. However he must put this on after taking off his pants!” she giggled and gave a somewhat devilish grin to the group, playing with her piercing on her tongue she saw how the girls were already taking off their pants.

“Wow look at the girls… you go girls!” her attention were then directed to the bad boy as she patted her thighs, “Now common here my little bad boy, we can leave the cuffs off if you want but you were a bad boy and deserve five spankings”. She took all the jewelry off her right hand and showed it to him, “See? this is the hand that will give you the spankings you so deserve. I am supposed to be a slave right? Well since this is my last time doing something other than that then I think we should hurry up!”.

Kylie was like that everywhere she went, full and confident on herself she did not really cared what people even thought of her. Nobody deserved to be judged and much less her, she has been juged by the way she dress all the time and she was getting tired of it. Moving her hair behind her neck she waited to see what the bad boy would do. Her eyes meanwhile looked at the girls getting spanked and how their skin began to move with each spanking making Kylie more and more excited with each one.

Kyle towered over Jun as she stood to her full height. He was probably just under six feet tall making him seem all the more imposing as he watched her body. A small smile came across his face when he saw what was under her pants. It really was always the shy ones who were a little bit freaky and he could really appreciate that now. He stood close enough to Jun that She could have felt the small radiant breaths he gave off as he towered over her body. Watching out over the room he heard and saw Carl talking to Nadia getting her ready for her spanking. A small blush coming across his face as he watched him remove Nadia's pants. It was so odd to see someone else take one of his ideas, then again he had so readily volunteered to project his idea of the spanking on Jun.

Kyle's body prepped for a moment watching Jun's light blush, his hand brushed against her ass as he swallowed lightly testing to see how firm it was, and how hard he would have to spank it. Nodding lightly he walked away from Jun, returning a moment later with the belt he had taken off. If Kylie was gonna use hand cuffs why couldn't Kyle use it like a leather strap? He swallowed lightly before taking a deep breath his hand lingering over her ass as he pulled back his arm.

He brought the belt down on Jun's ass with a thick hard slap. The sound of leather striking skin and leaving a red mark across the girls ass echoed around the room. Kyle felt a thrill for a moment a satisfaction as he looked down at the strap he had used and the red mark that he had dealt to Jun's very smooth skin. He was only wearing underwear so it quickly became impossible to hide just how much he had enjoyed that single spank, his arousal bulging against the thinly veiled cloth of his boxers. He let out a soft sigh as his arm stopped being so tense.

"Well that's one out of the way." He said with a small smile watching Jun's face, part of him wanted to see if she cried from the pain, another part of him wanted to hold her body a little closer to him. But mostly he wanted to take his time and savor the spankings. He was only gonna get to deliver two after all. So of course he had to make them count. He licked his lips perhaps enjoying that first strike a bit too much. Still this was perhaps the most fun he had in a very long time, not to mention it was all sexually thrilling, pretty much every woman in the room could see the outline of his cock right now, there was no hiding that even striking Jun's smooth ass the one time had made him perk up. It was smooth and firm and he could think of at least a dozen ways he wanted to torture it more.

Maybe she wouldn't mind if I gave her a third or fourth strike after her second? He knew he wouldn't mind if he did, but he could bet that Carl wouldn't have appreciated it.

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The exchange of glances between herself and Kyle plus all the unspoken words made the atmosphere between them abruptly incredibly tense and sensual. They were standing before one another not as classmates, but more or less Master and Slave. It may as well have been at any rate given the circumstances and all, even though that hadn't been made official. A new shade of crimson managed to catch her eyes and this was effecting Kyle as much as herself it seemed. It was another blessing for Jun; she'd begun to wonder if something had been wrong with her from contemplating on how it'd be if others caressed her in public to accepting this punishment so easily. Then again, spanking was - at worst - stinging and usually over with quickly. This would be even faster than anything her parents had given her in the past which though was few in number, still existing all the same.

The feeling of his hand lightly brushing over her rear made the young Asian swallow. He was getting ready for his treat of sorts, she knew that much. Though in a way, he was also giving her a hint - a silent countdown of sorts. That was appreciated, somewhat. And then he ... moved away? Did he not have it in him to do this? Her eyes soon saw that if anything, he was incredibly determined to make the two strikes on her ass count. The sight of the belt made Jun unable to help but whimper a bit. Never before had her father needed to resort to that. Only hands had been used.

Her heart raced frantically as her head turned away, not wanting to watch. He wouldn't really ... would he? But soon, the belt landed on it's mark and made her jerk and cry out, panting slightly as she grabbed onto the nearest item to keep herself standing, an unused table. They were silent but all the same Kyle did get his wish as some quiet tears did fall down her face. Compared to a hand, the belt had been much worse and effective. It'd definitely done it's job -- she would not be late again. All Jun could be truly grateful for by now was that there was only one more to endure.

Her body - hands especially - trembled as Jun gripped the table. Just one more, just one more, just one more ... And yet despite all the times she repeated the simple phrase to herself, time had seemed to slow. That or Kyle was intentionally taking longer than she desired. The urge to plea for him to hurry up went through Jun's mind but not lips, dreading that Carl would encourage him to put her even more in line from speaking out like that. So her teeth gripped her lower lip as she forced herself to wait and remain silent.

It'd come .. and hurt ... but once it landed, the punishment would be over. That was the main thing that mattered to Jun at this second.

That momentary shock on his face was more than enough to make Nadia feel vindicated for being taunted. Knowing that she had taken him by surprise and set him off balance, even for a moment, was a victory. She felt sure she was going to pay for it, of course, and when his jaw set and his grin returned she knew whatever he was thinking wasn't going to make her happy.

She didn't realize just how true that was until his hands slipped between them. Nadia had plenty of spunk to go around, but her body still went stiff when she felt the button of her jeans slip loose. A shiver went up her spine and her cheeks flamed a bright pink as she listened to the sound of her zipper going down. Even so, she remained glaring up at him, flat refusing to be intimidated by him.

His thumbs hooked inside her waistband and she held her breath as he slid them down her legs. Her thin bra and the light fabric of her shirt did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples hardened from the way his chest rubbed against her. The tingling sensation set her heart to pounding in her ears. Despite her embarrassment, she quickly came to the realization that this was the most sexually thrilling thing that had ever happened to her. She wasn't a virgin, she had had sex before... but nothing that had gotten her blood up this much and so quickly. The thought nearly broke her will, but Nadia tightened her grip on the table, refusing to let go or back down.

His chin came to rest on her shoulder and she growled at him as he whispered to her. The small sound was muffled against his shoulder, likely hidden from the rest of the room, but it was an easy way to tell him she was not at all pleased with the fact that he was having so much fun with this. Even so, when he let her jeans fall, Nadia slid her body against his in a slow, side to side motion as she worked her feet out of her sneakers and her jeans farther down her legs. When they bunched around her ankles, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them, and her sneakers, to the side.

She was standing in her tank top, a half buttoned-up guy's shirt, and a lacy pair of green boy-shorts in the middle of a room that suddenly seemed packed with people. Her softly tanned skin warmed and turned pink as shyness threatened to undo her nerve. The talk back and forth from the others was little more than background noise to her as Carl's hands settled on her ass and squeezed. She nearly came up on her toes in a reflex to get away from being so intimately fondled, but her grip on the edge of the table forced her to endure it in silence. She wanted to run, but there was no where to run to.

She flinched at the sound of Jun being spanked off to her side. The sound of her crying out was even worse. Nadia promised herself then and there that she would not scream, no matter what he did. Carl asked if she was ready, and Nadia didn't know what she wanted to do more... smack the grin off his face or kiss him? His fingers moved against her skin as she struggled to work up an answer and that light touch made her shiver in his arms. He didn't miss it and Nadia's blush got worse.

"I'm as ready as I am ever going to be," she hissed at him, entirely unwilling to admit that she was enjoying this a lot more than she thought she was going to. Fuck, was she starting to want this to happen? "Get on with it."

Christi stood off to the side once the adventure began. She was talked to more than once but each time something happened that forced her to remain quiet. It was in her nature, how she was raised to talk only when addressed directly. However, sometimes she would go against the grain; it depended on the day, the mood, the feel. Today was a day she felt like remaining quiet and observing at least for a while.

She listened to the leader's introduction and his wishes while she leaned against the wall. Christi was dressed in simple clothing, a black dress with polka dots, a cardigan, and sunglasses. The sunglasses were places on top of her head, nestling against her dark wavy hair. Christi watched as one member commanded another and so forth. She watched the kissing, her face blushing slightly. This was indeed the real thing.

Christi came out of curiosity--yes. However, she did not thing this email was serious. But as she watched one member grope another as they helplessly obeyed... Christi's mouth opened in awe.

Christi tested herself online and found out that she was a switch with a leaning towards being dominant. More than anything she was someone that got off watching others have sexual relations. She had never done it herself, but she felt like this was the place to try it. Except that, everyone seemed to be nervous and new. They were new to this just as she was. Therefore, it was strange trying to find a way to insert her into the events taking place.

Then the boy by the name of Kyle commanded her to take her bra off and pick someone to play with her breast. Before she could answer his command, more people arrived to the scene. And they were late. Christi smiled slightly when Carl mentioned to everyone that the late comers would have to be punished.

Now is my chance to try out something I have always wanted to, Christi thought to herself as she looked each new arriver over. They all looked like good victims. She was not quick enough to pick one of the perfectly fine victims to spank. Therefore, she inhaled deeply, smiled and watched as each smack landed on bare skin. Christi's hand rose to her chest as she started to massage a nipple almost in a trance forgetting that others might be watching her. However, she knew they were all watching the show.

Kyle watched as Jun was shocked by the hit. Watching her every reaction, from the small silent tears to the way she almost wanted to scream. There was some pleasure to this, As he smiled still looking down at her heated exposed red ass. her thong made it impossible to miss her reddened ass cheeks. He smiled his hand wanting to rub the tender flesh, but that would be a reward, and this was her punishment right? She seemed to be trembling as he took his time watching the rest of the room. He couldn't help but watch as Carl seemed to tease Nadia, threatening her with the promise of more to come, yet he hadn't even made a real move against the womans body.

His eyes scanned the crowed, and he couldn't help but have them travel to Christi. He had watched her with some interest in the past but now that he was seeing her fondle her breasts he almost wanted to ask if they were sensitive. So she was a voyeur? He almost had to wonder what she felt like now that she was the one being watched and not just watching. Still though that wasn't his job. His job was to spank Jun, and his body had loomed over her teasing her for far too long a time. He didn't want the sting on her ass to go away just yet, after all still he only got one more and then he would have to wait before he got to have any more fun with any of these women. He was already so aroused by just spanking her once, part of him wondered what he could actually get away with inside this club.

Breathing steadily He brought the leather belt away from Jun's ass, teasing her with the proximity of his body and how well he lingured over her. She really was his servant at the moment. He licked his lips wanting to tease her in some way, wanting to take a page out of the book's he had so often looked over, humiliate her just a little bit more for everyone to watch. His free hand hooked lightly into her thong, the thin garment that didn't even really shield her ass in any way shape or form. There was no reason to remove it except to do exactly what he wanted. Which was leave her bare and humiliated.

He pulled the loose fabric down around her knees letting it fall to the ground around her feet, not sure if that went to far or not, before doing what he was supposed to. He braced himself a hand steady on her shoulder as he brought back the belt and brought it down against her freshly exposed bare ass. Striking her sensitive flesh with a loud echoing slap. The leather strap of the metal leaving it's red mark, Which as he pulled back and let the belt drop he smiled putting a hand to her hurt ass, just when she would have thought the punishment was over, he pinched the red mark he had left. As a small far well gift.

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As Kyle took the opportunity to glance around, Jun decided to take advantage of that also. Sure enough, Nadia was getting 'prepared' by Carl though nothing had happened yet, not even the first connection. Even Nick finally had a volunteer, one whom was ready to place cuffs on him. And she was the last 'display' of sorts. But then, she damn well did a double take as her eyes found Christi. Was she ... groping herself?! While all of this was going on at that matter?! Her heart raced more and she swallowed.

Her focus instantly went back to Kyle though as her thong was moved down. "W-wait!" But it didn't matter. Not only would his eyes get a hell of a treat but so would his nose .. and anyone who bothered to focus on the aroma. Anyone who had masturbated - which was likely most if not everyone - would be able to smell that despite the painful smacks to her ass, this had somehow gotten her turned on; to the point that it was tempting her body to let even the first few juices actually slide down her thighs. Kyle would not only see just how close she was but that she was shaved everywhere, the only hair on her body being upon her head. And suddenly, she felt like the world was staring at her.

So many emotions flooded and swam through Jun. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed .. something else. Her hands wanted to grab her thong and yank it back up, not caring if it would have been against unspoken orders. And all the same, there was another bit of her that embraced and enjoyed all of this. It was the latter she'd been thinking on the most. Was this natural? Was something wrong with her? She didn't know the answer - for once - and was genuinely scared. But she'd never dare admit it in front of anyone, either.

And then, the second slap echoed and connected and before the Asian could control herself, a mix between a whimper and a moan passed her lips. Her teeth soon found her lower lip, unsure of what to even try to say. Apologize? No, that'd be redundant by now. So the clear answer, for now, was nothing. Instead, she merely focused on keeping herself standing, her shaking hands desperately trying to keep herself standing, her juices barely avoiding falling by now.

Jun didn't at all understand it ... but in some very twisted manner, this had turned her on much more than it should have. In fact, she almost wished it hadn't been only two; to some degrees anyways. While it had come with bits of pain, there had been an odd mix of pleasure added into everything. And she wanted more of it; not just for her own sake but to better understand herself.

Jamie had been watching the spanking debacle this whole time with her usual sort of detached, artistic gaze. Her eyes were roving over each pairing, making mental sketches in her head. Compositions with perpendicular lines for Jun and Kyle, gentle diagonals for Nadia and Carl. And then there was all sorts of movement from Kylie and Nick that she couldn’t figure anything out and the drawing in her head looked more like it had been done by a 6 year old with an Etch a Sketch than a talented senior going to a prestigious art school next Fall.

Yeah this is what the art doof does in her head…plan out drawings. But without a pen and paper to doodle on, or an partner to discipline, she resigned herself to working out sketches in her head. Which was fine by her, she was still sort of feeling this whole thing out still anyways.

The ‘discipline’ part of BDSM wasn’t really her deal and didn’t quite get her motor running. Yeah she liked to get a little rough during sex…but having been whacked with everything from shoes to switches, she preferred to not relive her early childhood vicariously through others. And yet here it was, a scene she was very familiar with. She so vividly remembered being in Jun’s position, bent over with a belt unnervingly close to a bare bottom…though in Jamie’s case she usually got her ass beat for her mouth, not her tardiness. Discipline methods from the ‘Old country’ were awful and for a moment she wondered where the hell Kyle had transferred from to be so well versed in the usages of leather belts.

As Kyle brought the belt down to hit Jun’s little rear, Jamie cringed and tensed. The worst part of the belt was the noise, that stupid mocking whoosh it made right before the loud CRACK! against skin. Her butt began to sympathetically throb and hurt. Holy crap that had to have hurt! She squirmed a little bit in her seat to soothe the sympathy welts that weren’t even there. Just as she was fidgeting about, out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and turned her head, eyes growing wide. Just Christi fondling herself in a room full of people. No big deal.

What the fuck did you get yourself into? There are spankings and beltings and handcuffs and precursors to masturbation. And…and…and… that smell…I know that smell…

Her eyes flicked back over to Jun who had been the most naked to begin with since Nadia wore slightly more boyish underwear. Her gaze landed there just in time to see Kyle pulling the purple scrap of fabric that was supposedly a thong down off of her hips and down her thighs, revealing how aroused the petite Asian was. Ok –that- got her motor running and put her into first gear. Just the scent of sex could make Jamie’s heart race and her pupils dilate. It all broke her previously detached sort of composure. She leaned forward to watch, now suddenly a very, very interested audience member. She was like Pavlov’s dog: mouth watering and expectantly waiting for a treat as soon as the scent of Jun’s arousal hit her nose.

Soooo the little artsy blonde may or may not have some lesbian tendencies. …Perhaps a lot of lesbian tendencies…which had been rumored to include fooling around with her best friend in the art’s wing bathroom on several occasions and getting caught by teachers, but never another student. She had openly had two boyfriends in the past and so the rumor mill never really knew what the hell to make of Jamie. Was she straight? Bi? A closet lesbian? Pffft...like hell if she knew herself. But it seemed that whenever she was single, rumors of her girl on girl antics ran rampant through the hallways. But she didn't mind, people talked, whatever. Besides...rumors had a tendency to be partially based in truth. Even now she was struggling to not totally lose it and pounce on Jun.

Control… Behave... The words flickered in her mind as she fought back the urge to touch herself, to do -something- to relieve the ache in her core and the blossoming heat between her thighs. A wanton whimper managed to sneak it's way out of her throat and she bit her lower lip, hard enough that the little slice of pain dragged her out of a lusty haze. Son of a bitch...CONTROL. BEHAVE!

Smack.

Carl had raised his right hand to shoulder height before driving it down to strike Nadia's partially covered ass cheek with a meaty thwack. He could feel the firm muscle jiggle after his blow and he cupped it again as he felt the girl press against him involuntarily. Feeling her ass through that flimsy, lace fabric of her boy-shorts was a rush beyond just the physical. Glancing at the group, he was keenly aware that he was groping her shamelessly in full view of her classmates! He had never really thought of exhibitionism as a kink he was into, but displaying his dominance over Nadia like this to a crowd. Wow, it felt hot. And her nipples were now hard as well. Very hard. They pressed through her clothes and his t-shirt and felt like two iron beads pushing into his chest. So she seemed to be enjoying the show as well. Interesting.

"I hope you don't like this too much," he whispered to her, a grin coming to his face at her involuntary response. His mouth was right by her ear and it was easy to brush his lips against that sensitive skin as he spoke.

Smack.

The sharp sound of his strike echoed in the room. His left hand had spanked her now, setting her other firm globe to jiggling as well. Her body moved against him again in surprise and that delicious rubbing down his entire front sent a surge of heat through him. His cock stirred in his jeans, starting to harden and bulge against her thigh as she trembled.

He was aware of another sharp crack in the room and glanced to his right to see Carl with a belt in his hand having just whipped Jun with it. Carl's eyes widened in surprise. He'd been so fixated on his own battle for dominance with Nadia he hadn't even seen his teammate decide to use his belt. For a half a second, his heart raced as he grew worried that Jun might be hurt, might flee the club only minutes after the first meeting had begun! Had Kyle gone too far? Spankings were definitely done with belts as well, but he had imagined hands for this first one. Should he stop him, say something? But, Jun's cry of pain was mixed with husky pleasure and he could see her face flush with twisted desire. And the way she writhed and wiggled her cute little ass after the blow was definitely an invitation for more. Fuck, the club meeting was moving faster than he thought and he licked his lips at the sight, feeling his cock harden even more.

"Or maybe I should be a little rougher as well?" he whispered again, biting her ear lobe at the end of his question. Carl was trying to give Nadia something more to fear, just in case she was starting to get comfortable with his hands. His question came out with a pant as he was breathing fast now, his excitement growing.

Smack.

It was loudest and hardest blow yet. The right hand again, hitting flesh he had already turned red with the earlier blow. Carl was beginning to feel the seductive power and control he had fantasied about so many times before. This attractive, willful girl was wrapped around him, submitting to his spanking and getting turned on by it. Really turned on. He could tell by her racing heart, hammering in her chest as she pressed against him, her panting breaths, and those nipples that poked into him harder with every arch of her back.

"That's it, you can enjoy your punishment, you enjoy being mine," he whispered again, tongue circling her ear. He didn't know where the words came from, it just felt right to reinforce that he was in control... that she was his. Hitting her was not as exciting to him as the mental idea of her being his to do with as he pleased.

Smack.

Another loud strike with the left hand and another shuddering press of Nadia's body against his own. Motion to his right drew his eye and he smiled as he saw Kyle stripping Jun of her thong. The slim Asian girl didn't complain and he felt a surge of heat in the pit of his stomach at the sight. How quickly his nervousness had transformed into kinky desire in the short time this group had been together! He barely knew most of the people in the room, and those he did he realized he actually didn't know at all! Yet suddenly, everyone was acting out some of their most private and kinkiest fantasies in full view of the gathering.

"I think your boy-shorts are getting in the way of my discipline," he murmured to Nadia. Before she could respond, he hooked his thumbs through their lacy waistband and tugged them down to her mid-thighs. Her perfect, firm and muscular dancer's ass was bared to the entire room. His hands were back on her ass in a flash and he cupped those reddened globes and shamelessly began to knead them. Spreading them apart and rubbing them in circles as his fingers squeezed her.

"Ready for the last four?" he asked her,

Christi let go of herself and decided it was time to follow the order that Kyle gave her. She swallowed deeply, the scent of arousal in the room hitting her nose hard. Her gaze went to the only other person in the room who was watching the punishments unfold.

"Jamie," Christi said in a small voice. "You. You will fondle my chest as Kyle demanded." Her voice slowly got louder as her sentence continued. "My name is Christi and I would love to experiment with everyone in this club." Christi said to the members in the room. She took the sunglasses off her head, placed them on a table nearby, and then took her blue cardigan off.

"Unzip me Jamie," Christi said as she walked up to Jamie, the girl who looked like a cover girl model. Christi was shorter than she was but she looked up at her, eyes commanding. Christi turned around, showing her back to Jamie and waited for the girl to unzip her dress. Her back turned, Christi swallowed hard as her heartbeat raced at the position she was in. She was scared but also very excited. Christi squeezed her eyes shut and cleared her throat. She gripped her hands tightly to stop them from shaking.

Once Jamie would un-zip her dress, Christi would step out of it to reveal the black bra and underwear she wore. She still had her white flat shoes on and kept them on due to the floor being cold--something she assumed. Keeping her shoes on gave her some sense of security, as they were a sensitive place. Christi then would unbutton her own bra and slowly slide it off her chest, revealing her small B-cup breast with pink, perky nipples to the room.

With her eyes lowered, she would move close to Jamie, standing as tall as she could so she would have access to her breast.

Jamie perked up from her inner struggle to control her sexual desires at the sound of her own name. It was Christi, who had apparently stopped fondling herself and was going to have someone else do it for her to fulfill her dare. As Christi approached her, Jamie stood up to meet her so she wasn’t forced into a subservient position just by height alone. With relief she found that she was a bit taller than Christi; Jamie stood at whopping 5’7”…in three inch heels. She cocked a brow as the little Asian senior gave her an order; not a request, but an order. Oh...this was going to be fun.

Mmmm…nothing like a top being topped…though Jamie would be damned if she ended up being the one getting topped in this situation.

“I think I need to teach you how to say ‘please.’” The blonde purred seductively as she closed the distance between the two of them. She leaned down, catching the skin of Christi's exposed neck between her teeth, giving the flesh a little nip. Jamie wanted to make it clear that if the petite Asian thought she was going to be the dominant one in this situation, she was sorely mistaken. Jamie never relinquished power without a fight...hell, she couldn't ever remember a time where she ever truthfully had.

Dexterous fingers took hold of the small zipper of the dress, slowly pulling it down to reveal the porcelain expanse of Christi’s back that was only interrupted by a black lace bra. Soon that too was gone. Jamie definitely had a slight preference towards women…their bodies were just more interesting to look at. Even a petite girl like Christi was full of gentle curves around her breasts and hips. She reached out, tracing a finger slowly down the back of the other girl's spine, when she was stopped by the black panties, she merely hooked her finger around the band, pulled it back and then let it snap against her, just to make her jump a little.

This wasn’t her first breast-fondling rodeo. Jamie knew just how to tease and torment a girl in order to break her. Now it was just a matter of seeing if Christi would fall for the carrot or need the rod. Rather than go straight for her prize, she took hold of Christi’s hips and pulled her back, making her nestle firmly into Jamie’s very clothed, very warm body. The blonde’s breasts pressed firmly into her back. Firm, supple mounds that were probably a good two cup sizes bigger than Christi’s. As short as she was, Jamie was a very curvy girl. And all those curves supported a decent amount of muscle from building sculptures and sets al the time.

Her hands slowly drifted upwards from the two protruding hip bones that they had been toying with. Up they went, teasing the pads over Christi’s tummy, then running the backs of her nails up along her ribcage so that the backs of her hands brushed against the bottom curve of her breast. She flipped her hands over, finally cupping the small mounds that fit so perfectly in her grasp. A light squeeze was given and she seemed very content to take her time. Her thumbs began to run in circles right around those pink nipples that she could see were quickly becoming hard as pebbles.

“Now…are you going to be a good girl and say ‘please’ if you want something?” Jamie murmured into her ear before leaning down, planting soft kisses down from Christi’s ear all the way to her shoulder. Christi better think carefully about her response, because Jamie's teeth were threateningly grazing along the ball of her shoulder.

She looked at the scene unfolding right in front of her, two girls were naked from the waist down and a third was doing the same from the waist up. She could already see how turned on all three of those girls were which made her unsure of why she was still with her clothing on. Kylie noticed the girl removing her top and the bra and whistled at how beautiful her breasts were, oh how she wanted to get in the action so badly. Still she yawned clearly bored that she wasn’t doing anything and the guy she was going to spank clearly wasn’t moving.

One of the guys spanking the girls was doing it with the belt, each swing of the leather sent shivers down Kylie’s back. She could see the girl’s ass cheeks giggle and redden at each strike, finally when the second strike ended Kylie was relieved for her fellow female. Everybody seemed to know at least one person which made Kylie feel so out of place in this bunch. She sighed clearly not enjoying the fact that she had to wait for this ‘Man’ to make the decision and just took out her phone and started playing candy crush.

“While he decides I think I am going to clear a few levels in this game” she shook her head and started playing the game. She still hugged her knees with her arm and her phone was held between both hands on the front of her legs. She looked at the game and then clicked on the level she left off 245. The screen showed the part that she was stuck in for a few weeks by now, she had spent a couple of bucks and that earned her some ease to pass the levels easier. Now she was in a level where she needed a few things and had no money on the bank, perfect just perfect.

She tried her best to concentrate on the game but the sound of spankings and the other sounds being made were clearly distracting her. She hummed to herself the music of candy crush as she played the level trying to at least concentrate on her own sound and try her best to not focus on anything else at the moment. Her eyes drifted off to the guy starting to grope the girls breasts Damn I wanted some… I guess since I wasn’t chosen I have no right. She decided to keep playing until he either mustered up the courage or she was talked to, this would be a good club to spend the time if the people around her just got over the fear of the classic punk girl.