by Jenny Plumb
Jana waits her turn, but slides in the direction of the exit more than once. This is some serious stepping out of her comfort zone. As foolish as she feels, she can’t quit obsessing over the spanking and Matt. She’s watched videos, read short stories, found blogs of other like-minded individuals, all in the last three days. The girl behind the counter asks for her ID to make a copy, and directs her to one of the computers against the wall to complete the membership application.
Nothing jumps out at her from the applications, other than agreeing that she is aware that nudity and sexual acts are permissible. No big deal she tells herself. Never one to be self-conscious about her body, she has no hesitations regarding that. It’s not that she believes she has a great body or anything, but she’s comfortable in it. Sure, she would love to change a few things, but what one man may find appealing, another may not. She will stick with what she has and wear it with confidence. Her mom always told her confidence is the sexiest attribute.
Clicking the cursor over the finish box on the screen, she moves to the side to let others use the workstation. Within a few seconds, the receptionist with the model looks calls her name. Explaining the fees, and asking if Jana wishes to have access to the private section, she totals the amount due. Once the transaction is complete, she hands her a membership card and places a wristband on her wrist indicating she can go to the back. Asked if Jana wants a tour, she declines. She already feels like a fish out of water, she doesn’t want to advertise to everyone that she’s a newbie.
Set to go, it was now or never. A gentleman wearing a staff card around his neck opens the door and she walks through. The music pumps and the lighting is minimal. This relaxes her some. It is crowded, so much so that she meanders through people, taking in the space. The dance floor is right center, and full of people in all array of clothing, or not, dancing and gyrating to the dance tunes. To her right is a large area with individual tables and chairs. She finds the bar along the back right wall and heads in that direction. Giving her number to another gorgeous girl behind the bar, she retrieves her bottle and pours a substantial amount of wine into a glass.
Sliding over, she takes a sip and looks around. The varying age of the patrons also comforts her. There are some that appear just legal, as well as people probably her parents’ age. With Christmas in four days, the decorations and lights reflect this, along with a lot of the attire. She sees sexy Santas, elves, and snowmen. Both men and women dressed for the occasion. Sets of legs covered in candy cane thigh highs, or solid red and green ones move or dance in every direction.
Her worry earlier about her choice of outfit gone, she falls right in the middle with her decision. She wore a black miniskirt, hot pink sheer top without a bra, and some strappy black heels. Deciding she will find a place to sit and finish her glass of wine before venturing into the back, she walks around. There is bench seating encircling half the dance floor, so she locates a small spot and wiggles in. It shocks her to realize that the man and woman next to her are having sex. The woman sits atop him facing the club, with her skirt hiked up while she bobs up and down on him. This is a first, and Jana just watches the dancers and drinks her wine.
The longer she sits there, the more comfortable she becomes. No one approaches her, or makes her uncomfortable; everyone is having a great time without judgment. Bouncing her knees to the music, she makes eye contact with a gentleman across the room. It’s not that she meant to, but when she looked that way, she caught his stare. With her glass drained, she decides this is her cue to get a refill and head to the back.
“Hey, I’m Gerald.”
Standing at the bar, she turns her head, expecting to see the man she saw across the room, but this is a different man. Attractive enough, but she didn’t come here to meet anyone. And why not? For one good reason – she didn’t want to meet someone at an adult club. Did she? Best if she just kept to herself until she knew what she wanted.
Smiling, she responds, “Hello, Gerald. Nice to meet you, but I need to go find my friend.” Picking her glass up, she moves past him.
“What’s your name? I thought you might like to dance.”
She didn’t want to appear rude, and she hated rejecting people. “I’m Jana. Maybe later.” Presenting him with a giant smile, she briskly walks away.
Dance party time was over, time for the real stuff. Winding through the crowd, she finds the hall to the private area. There is a smaller bar area back here and she sees the entrance to the locker area. Some were undressing, others were redressing. She sits her wineglass on the bench and removes her clothing. Finding an empty locker, she puts her items inside, grabbing a towel on her way to the hall. At the end of the hall is one more pretty girl at a podium. She sees the wristband and lets Jana open the door to the back.
Within her first few steps inside, there is a man sitting to the right getting a blowjob from a naked lady kneeling between his legs. She continues walking. The entrance opens up to yet another bar and the private rooms she saw online. Some doors are closed, but several are open and she observes small rooms with a thin mat that covers the complete area.
She comes upon another sitting area, some dance, others watch. There is a stripper pole, and one girl dances on it. Without knowing the exact layout, she continues to walk forward, taking it all in. One area holds three extra-large hot tubs, and connected to that space, the lights got so low her eyes need time to adjust. This room is standing room only. It’s the open sex area. On both sides of the walkway, mats splay out and every space contains individuals in various sexual acts. Bumping through the shoulder to shoulder crowd, she exits into the area she wants.
In the center, she sees a spanking bench for the first time. Lucky for her, it was in use.
The blonde’s ass is fully visible Her ankles strapped below her knees, her wrists, and forearms too, she appears comfortable. From the sight of a glowing rear end, it was apparent that she’d been up there awhile. The man providing the spanking held a thin leather rod instrument with a rectangular leather swatch at the end, and it made a glorious popping sound when it made contact with her skin.
The longer Jana watches the spanking scene, the more aware she becomes of being the center of attention of the men in the room. Several start in her direction, but she sidesteps them, relocating. A few asked if she wanted to give it a whirl. She did, but not like this. She grows uncomfortable, and it all felt wrong.
Rushing to the exit on the opposite side, she hears a familiar voice. “Ma’am are you okay?” Rotating in slow motion, she meets Matt’s eyes. They reflect what she’s experiencing, you gotta be shitting me. They speak each other’s name in unison. She lowers her head in embarrassment.
“Jana. What… Are you here alone?”
Here alone, because he can’t imagine her with a date, or she’s too judgmental to be in this establishment? Her instinct is to throw it back at him. “Where’s Josie? Oh no. You left her so you could come out here. That’s just gross Matt. You can’t refrain for one week?”
“What? Seriously?” He throws his hands in the air. “As much as I wish I could be a heartless bastard right now, I won’t. Come here.” He links his fingers with hers and leads her out of the room to a door requiring a chip card and marked as security only.
Pulling back, she shakes her head. “I’m not going back there with you. I’m sorry you think I’m just easy and all, being out here—”
“Damn it, Jana!” He inserts a card he pulls out of his shirt, from around his neck, and slams the door open. It cracks against the wall behind it. Jerking her in behind him, he slams it shut. “I would never suggest a woman come here other than as a couple. If you are interested in exploring…. experiencing… Hell, I don’t know exactly what it is you’re interested in, but I’ll assist.”
She is staring at him with her mouth hanging open and he chuckles. “You are the cutest thing,” he says.
“You want to assist?” She feels her face heat as the question spills out.
Grinnin
g, he divulges his interest. “Hell yeah.”
The knowledge that she should decline screams at her to acknowledge it, but she chooses to ignore it. “And Macy… or anyone, won’t know?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She did. This was exactly what she wanted. Before she changed her mind, she asked, “So, one of the private bench rooms?”
Unable to read his expression, she sees a number of them cross his face. Shock. Excitement. More shock. “Let’s just use a private room up front. No bench or restraints tonight. And I think you will feel better with a safe word, so come up with one.”
“Uh, okay.” Words are flying through her mind, but she is in such an anxious state, she can’t hold on to any particular one.
He pulls a radio device out of his belt and talks to someone. “Is room 14 available in the back area?” He waits for a response, and he receives one from a male advising no, but 15 is. “Okay. Go ahead and lock it off. It’s reserved for a cute, curly-haired brunette. Let her in when she arrives.”
Does he work here? Or is he that much of a VIP? She begins to think she should just go home. All of this feels like a very bad idea suddenly.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I can see the doubts starting. Too late, baby doll.” He pulls the door open, places his hand on her back and pushes her through it. “Go to room 15 around the corner there. I’ll be there shortly.”
Without thinking, she does as he directs. Room 15 comes into sight and a man stands in front of the door. She assumes it’s the one Matt spoke to on the radio, but how can she be sure? He isn’t wearing any identifying club personnel markers, neither was Matt. The man smiles at her when she walks up. Reaching in the collar of his shirt, he retrieves a key card from around his neck and opens the door.
Chapter 4
The lighting is dim. A thin vinyl mat covers the floor from wall to wall. There’s a chair in the corner, and she sits. Her legs tremble, and she hears her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Standing, she paces in front of the chair as a loud knock bangs on the door and jolts her into reality. “Jana! It’s me! Open the door!”
Her hands are sweaty, and her first attempt to push the handle down fails. Trying again, the door opens and Matt rushes in, shutting it behind him. His light brown hair falls over his right eye, and she stares at his mouth as he speaks. “I only get a fifteen-minute break, so that will have to suffice. What’s the safe word?”
“Vice.” She forgot she needed to decide on one, but when he asked, it popped out. It made sense, a word neither of them would likely forget.
He smirks. “Good choice. Remove the towel and throw it on the chair. Get on all fours.”
This isn’t what she had in mind. What did she have in mind? She didn’t think that far ahead. She didn’t expect to be in this situation tonight. “I’m naked underneath the towel.”
His eyes narrow, along with any form of a smile. He lifts his hand, palm up. “I know the rules of entry in this part of the club. Remove the towel, hand it to me. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”
Inserting her thumbs inside the towel, she fiddles with the cotton. Should Matt see her naked?
Forcing his fingers behind her thumbs, he pulls the towel away from her body. It falls to the mat. “You have a safe word you can use. Or, you can still leave.”
That’s not what she wants. The longer she stands there, the more her anticipation builds. Her muscles are taut with want and need, she fears she might come at any moment. Bending, she picks up the towel, placing it on the chair, and assumes the position he specified.
He removes his shirt, and the thick rope cord holding the keycard from around his neck, dropping them behind him. His chest is amazing. A layer of dark hair covers his pecs, and adorns his lower abdominal muscles to the top of his pants. Her mouth goes dry imagining beneath those pants. She stutters as she asks, “Y-you work here?”
Removing the radio and a few other things from around his waist, he unbuckles his leather belt, and rips it from his pant loops. “Now, instead of once again insulting me and doubting my dedication to Josie, you want to learn the facts. Too late, sweetheart. As much as I’d love to give you a spanking for just pleasure, you don’t deserve it.”
Before she understands his words, the belt lands just below her right butt cheek. Her breath catches, and she sits back on her heels.
“Too much? Go get your towel and leave,” he states, standing beside her shirtless, belt in hand.
He is right. She was so very rude and judgmental of him. Why? Macy never painted a negative picture of him. Leaning forward, she placed her hands back on the mat, resuming her original position.
“Hmmm. You are just full of surprises. Out of all of Macy’s friends, I always thought you were the least snobbish and pretentious,” he confides. She watches as he lifts the belt in the air and it lands just below her left butt cheek. Shutting her eyes, she turns her head away from him. Several pops land on the upper right of her bottom. “You are just as I imagined you would be without clothes – beautiful.” He continues landing strikes across her backend.
Squeezing her eyes shut with a fierce determination to not cry, the initial stinging migrates into a warm delicious burn devouring her wholly. With each subsequent blow, she trembles. Lowering her head, she rests her chin on her chest. Her body becomes a conglomeration of sensations. She takes all he delivers, yearning for something just out of her reach and understanding.
His voice penetrates the foggy euphoric state she finds herself in. “Jana, I’m going to touch you.” She feels him beside her, his hand in her hair, his lips by her ear. “Shake your head if you hear me.” Her head is heavy, but she nods. “I’m going to touch you with my hand. You are amazing.”
The sensation of his fingers between her shoulders extracts a moan from deep within her. He glides his hand down her back, a feathery sensation upon her highly sensitized skin. Caressing her backside causes her to jump, but he doesn’t stop. “Your skin turns the most awesome shade of pink. You are gorgeous.” His hand reaches between her legs. His fingertips brush her most intimate parts.
Jana pants, longing for what she knows he will give her. His fingers making contact with her clit sends her into a frenzy. She moans. She bucks. She pushes down on his hand, but he retracts it. “Patience is a virtue, little one. All good things come to those who wait.”
She feels his warm tongue licking up her left side, from her waist to the outside of her breast. Never has she felt so strained with an urgency to come, but she is reveling in riding the edge. He places his palm up against her core, but she makes no move. She wants him to choose the timing of her release. “Good girl, such a quick study.” His appreciation and approval has her aching, and she groans. He laughs, a good, hard, sexy laugh.
Placing his finger on her clit, he adds a little pressure and moves it in circles. Her body reacts, tightening to the point of pain. The shudders begin, building slowly. The first wave erupts, and she throws back her head and screams. Her inner walls pulsate, and her orgasm continues.
Her arms give way, her head resting on the mat. The room is silent now. Her body twitches, and she focuses on regulating her breathing. A light sweat covers her body, and as she drifts down from her blissful state, she shivers. Matt’s hands never leave her body, rubbing her outer thighs, her stomach, her shoulders. He grabs the towel, wrapping it around her and pulls her onto his lap. His arms are tight around her, holding her against his bare chest.
Lifting his right hand, he pushes her damp hair away from her face. “I love this curly hair.”
She chuckles. “You try doing something with it.” Lifting her eyes, she meets his. He holds her gaze.
“Every woman nowadays uses those dang straighteners. I like yours.” He raises his head and places his lips on her forehead. He holds them there, and she shuts her eyes, savoring their warmth and the sweetness of the gesture.
When he does remove his mouth, he reminds her, “I hate it, Jana, and would love nothing more than to
hold you right now, but I’m pretty certain my fifteen-minute break is long over.”
Jolting upright, she scurries out of his lap and gets to her feet. “I’m sorry.” Does she tell him thank you? What is the appropriate etiquette in this situation?
Grabbing his shirt, he stands. “I know the owner here, and he needed some extra security. Tonight was the community Christmas caroling and festivities over in Cobblestone Estates, and the Colonel and Mrs. Sunny wanted to take Josie.” Slipping his shirt on over his head, he bends and retrieves his keycard. “I figured I would help a friend out, and make a little extra cash over the holidays.”
She feels like the biggest loser. Why did she always assume the worse of him? She didn’t do that with anyone else. “I’m sorry I accused you of leaving her to… to satisfy your own… needs and wants.”
Pulling his belt through his pants, he provides her with a smug grin. “I’m not. Well, sorry it wasn’t exactly what you came here looking for, but glad I got to mete out another much-deserved spanking. Maybe in the future we can implement the same act for just pleasure?”
Future? There’s no future… between them. He just happened to be in the right place, at the right time, when she was willing to act completely out of character. He gave her a little taste three days ago of a sexuality she’d never before experienced, and it made her ravenous. Now, with her hunger sated, she will put him and this practice behind her.
Clipping his radio to his belt, he reaches his hand out for hers. “I can walk you back to the locker room. If you can stick around a little bit, in an area you won’t be bothered, we can get a cup of coffee when I finish.”
“Uh, no, that’s all right—” A voice over the radio interrupts her before she finishes making up an excuse, any excuse.
Matt starts for the door, but holds it open for her to pass through before him. “Hey, I gotta run. Get dressed and hang at the very front bar. Tell Trixie I sent you up there.” He rushes off around the corner.
