“You like?” I asked.
“No. I fucking love it!”
I gripped his big shoulders as he kissed me, our tongues playing together in a frenzy. He released me and cleared his throat, then turned and opened the door of his truck. He handed me a red box. “I bought this just for you.”
Red was my favorite color.
I opened the lid to see a black leather collar with silver studs. “It’s so sexy!”
“Will you wear this for me tonight, little pet? It’ll symbolize that you belong to me when we walk into the club together.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach. “Yes, Wez. I’d be honored to wear it for you.”
His eyes gleamed when he pulled the collar from the box and wrapped it around my neck. “Is this too tight?” he asked.
“It’s perfect,” I told him as he buckled it closed.
“While we play our roles in the club, I’d like you to call me King, and I’ll call you pet. Is this good with you?”
“Yes, King.”
He grinned then took my hand in his and I followed him into the club. I discovered that Wez was quite popular at the Underground. So many people of different ages greeted him and he introduced me as Lillian, his playdate. There were people standing in line to get in who had to present their photo ID and fill out a consent form. Wez led me right up to the front desk and handed me the form, which basically stated that the Underground would not be held liable for any injuries, and that I give my full consent to be there.
We walked down a dark hall and entered an immense open area. There were various areas portioned off and set up for different demonstrations. One was set up with a huge wooden structure in the shape of a big X. Wez told me it was called a St. Andrews cross. A woman wearing only a bra and panties was facing the cross and her wrists and ankles were strapped in restraints to each end of it.
I was introduced to a middle-aged man Wez called Wolfgang. He was in great shape—built just like Wez, all bulging muscles and tattoos, with the addition of salt and pepper hair. He wore a black kilt and black boots and held a black leather flogger.
He licked his lips, looking just like a grinning wolf as he took my hand. “What a delicious little treat you brought with you tonight, King. The tails of this flogger would love to taste this soft skin of hers.”
Wez chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “That’s all up to the little pet.” He looked down at me. “Would you like to feel what it’s like to be flogged? Wolfgang has thirty years of experience and knows what he’s doing. He’d go gentle.”
My nipples hardened just feeling the heat from Wez’s body next to mine. “No, but I would like to watch.”
We both watched as Wolfgang used the flogger on the woman on the cross. He was not gentle, and she cried out as the slapping of the flogger tails lashed at her ass and the back of her thighs.
I gripped Wez’s bicep and winced. “She’s crying. How does she take it?”
“That’s Foxy and she’s a regular here. She’s a true masochist and loves the pain. Gets off on it. By the time she comes off that cross, her pussy will be dripping wet. Foxy plays with Wolfgang lots of times because she trusts him. He’s an expert at inflicting the right amount of pain and pleasure for her.”
Wolfgang used various kinds of floggers on Foxy and by the time he was finished, her upper back and thighs were covered in red welts from the lashings. When he helped her off the cross, I saw the big wet spot on her panties.
Wez showed me other demonstration areas of what he called “impact play”—paddling, caning, spanking, and other activities that I just learned about for the first time. It was like an adult Disney World!
“Have you ever been spanked, little pet?”
“No. Never.”
“I’ve had this fantasy of having you bent over across my lap, shoving your panties down and giving you a good bare ass spanking.”
I looked up at him coyly and said, “But I’m not wearing any panties tonight.”
“That’s sexy as fuck.” His brows furrowed, and he looked angry. But he wasn’t. He nodded his head over to a padded bench. “Would you like to try it tonight, little pet?”
The gleam in his eyes made my stomach flutter and I squeezed my thighs together as I suddenly became wet. “Okay, but can you start off easy?”
“Of course. When you want me to stop, just say the word pink, okay?”
“Yes, King.”
“Good pet.”
I walked over to the bench, leaned over and laid my stomach across it. Wez came around the bench and when I looked up, I was eye level to his crotch. I could see the thick bulge in his black denim jeans as he anchored his hands at his waist.
“You’ve already brought an audience,” he said with satisfaction, moving around to stand behind me. I suddenly felt cool air when he pulled my skirt up to my waist.
He placed his warm hand on my lower back and the other on my ass cheek, rubbing and squeezing but not too hard.
“Spread those legs for me, pet,” he commanded, his voice deep.
I did and arched my back.
Smack!
I jumped and gasped at the first sting. It felt good.
His hand came down over my other ass cheek and he alternated, spanking me with the same consistency of pain and I knew my ass was getting redder by the second. After a few more minutes, it became much too painful and numb.
“Pink!” I yelped.
Wez stopped and feathered his fingers across my ass as the people who gathered to watch clapped.
I stood
