Fun Times With Penelope

Saskia got out of her car and glanced around. The strip mall parking lot was nearly empty in the middle of the workday. She walked quickly to 'Sunny's Adult Emporium'. Inside, she stopped short. It wasn't anything like she was expecting. Clean and well-lit, it looked like any other retail store. At the same time, it was exactly what she was expecting. Wall displays of toys of various types. Roundels of cheap, cliche, fetish clothing, wire racks of DVDs--who still buys DVDs? She didn't think they even had a DVD player in the house.

The young woman at the counter was reading a book, looking slightly bored. She glanced up and said, "Let me know if you need anything, Hun." Her attention back to her book, Saskia stood there overwhelmed.

Slowly, she made her way to the wall of toys. She didn't even know what she was looking for. There were dildoes and vibrators of all shapes and sizes and colors, clit massagers, strap-ons, anal beads, and plugs. The B&D and S&M sections pulled her attention. She gazed at everything, holding them, feeling them. Leather restraints, floggers, whips, ballgags, she touched each one.

"Do you need some help?"

Saskia started. The clerk was standing next to her. Close enough that Saskia could smell her perfume. "Uhmm, I'm not sure."

"Well, that's obvious, Hun. You've been looking for an hour now."

Surprised, Saskia looked at her watch. More than an hour. "I don't know what I'm looking for."

"What's your kink? Pleasure? Pain? Restraint? Submission?"

"Uhmm, pain maybe, but not where it hurts. Does that sound stupid?" She looked around to see if anyone was watching them.

"Do you like being tied up, and having someone in control? A spouse, or someone special, maybe a casual encounter?"

Saskia looked at the clerk. Her blonde hair framed her face. A knowing smile. "My wife. I want her to do things to me. She's very sweet, and I love her, but I think I want her to not be sweet sometimes. Do you know what I mean?"

"You want someone to dominate you. Your wife, or someone else, perhaps?" The clerk had eased in close to Saskia, deeply invading her personal space. Saskia felt the urge to run. She tried to back up, but a display stopped her. Dildos fell to the floor, the plastic packaging clattering in the quiet store.

The clerk leaned close now, nearly touching Saskia. "I know just what you need, and I know just how to give it to you." She could smell the fragrance from the clerk's shampoo now. Strawberries.

The clerk grabbed Saskia by her wrist with an iron grip and pulled her to the back of the store. She didn't think to resist. The woman took her somewhere unknown.

The store had changing rooms, but there was a special feature at this store. At the end of the aisle between the booths, there were eye bolts mounted to the wall, set wide, just over shoulder height. Leather cuffs hung from chains. Saskia saw them and stopped. She tried to pull back. Fear and uncertainty gripped her.

The clerk yanked her arm, dragging her toward the wall with surprising strength. What the hell was she thinking coming in here? She should be at work, not in a porn store in the middle of the day.

"No, please. This isn't what I want. Let me go."

She grinned at Saskia. "I know what you want better than you do. I'm going to attach you to that wall and you will feel how good pain can feel." Saskia tried to turn to leave, but the clerk held her tight.

The clerk's hot breath tickled Saskia's ear. "I've seen this a million times. You come in here and try to play at pain and submission, and run back home to the suburbs all scared to your safe little home. Not today, lady. I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

She dragged Saskia to the wall and managed to cuff one hand. Saskia jerked and pulled at the chain. The leather cuff around her wrist held tight and didn't budge. Panic set in. She jerked and tugged on the chain. It was no use. No matter how much she pulled on the chain, she was stuck to this wall until the clerk decided to let her go.

The clerk stood watching her with a smirk.

Her other hand was quickly secured in the other cuff. Saskia couldn't believe how easily this young woman had strung her up. Her arms were outstretched up and out to her sides. She couldn't move away from the wall. Her breasts pressed against the wall, and her face turned to the side. Before she knew it, her ankles were secured as well, pulled out to the sides.

Spread out against the wall and unable to move, her weight was suspended by her wrists, her shoes barely touching the floor. Her arms stretched, and she felt the strain in her shoulders as they took most of her weight.

Behind her, she could hear the clerk moving around. What was she doing behind her back? She couldn't see behind her, couldn't turn enough to see what was happening.

Her dress was lifted up over her butt exposing her silky bikini cut panties. She clipped the skirt so it wouldn't fall down. Her panty-covered ass was exposed and anyone that walked into the changing area would see her exposed.

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone."

The clerk pressed against her back pushing her into the cold concrete block wall. The smell of strawberries invaded her nose again. "Saskia. What an interesting name. You have a pretty wife; does she like to play too?"

Saskia froze in fear. Marcia! "No, no, no."

"You are going to feel things today, and I'm going to enjoy making you feel them." The clerk laughed. The smell of strawberries diminished as the clerk backed away.

Pain lashed through her ass cheek and she screamed in shock. Then the other cheek.

Tears streamed down her eyes from the pain and humiliation. The clerk was hitting her with something hard and wide. It covered most of each cheek when it hit.

The next crack on her butt cheek announced itself to her. The other cheek was struck.

Saskia didn't know how many times she was hit; she didn't have time to recover between them.

The hits stopped. Her ass was on fire, throbbing with pain. Every heartbeat felt like a new hit on her tender skin.

Strawberries. "Your ass is so red. You'll remember this for a long time. Each time you sit for a week you'll think of me, and the pain you are feeling now." She pulled Saskia's panties in between her cheeks, exposing the rest of her ass. The material bunched up between her legs, tightening against her pussy as the clerk pulled.

Saskia wanted to go home and hide under the covers. How had she gotten into this? "Please let me go. I want to go home. Please!" Saskia pleaded with her tormentor.

"Maybe I'll just keep you here," she chuckled. "I could make you a permanent display. Customers would pay me good money to have a crack at your honey ass. What do you think? Should I keep you here?"

Saskia couldn't respond. She wanted this to be over. How would Marcia be able to find her and rescue her if she was trapped here? She hadn't told anyone where she was.

She didn't know how long she hung there against the wall, exposed with her ass hanging out.

Where was the clerk?

Finally, the smell of strawberries. "Okay princess, time to go. I know where you live. You'll keep your mouth shut about today."

Saskia nodded. "I won't say anything, I promise!"

"Good girl. I'm going to unhook you and you'll go back to your pretty wife. I'll be here when you decide you want more."

"Never!"

She laughed. "We'll see." The cuffs were released one by one. Saskia rubbed her wrists.

The clerk handed Saskia her purse. "Have a good day." She had a huge grin on her face as Saskia ran out of the store to her car.

She got in the car, and immediately the pain from the beating made sitting difficult. She sat there in silence. She leaned over and tugged at her dress to feel her butt. Her panties were still bunched up between her cheeks. The skin of her ass was hot on her hand. She had no idea how she was going to explain this to Marcia. Maybe she could pretend to be sick and go straight to bed.

The pain started to subside, but every time she shifted, the pain briefly flared up. She felt something else. Her pussy was wet. She felt between her legs and found her panties to be soaking wet. She rubbed her pussy through her panties. Faster and faster, she rubbed. Her pleasure from stimulating her clit mixed with the residual pain from her abused ass. She felt herself climbing toward orgasm. A few more strokes and she made herself come. Her body shuddered as she came. Her movements flared the pain in her ass and combined with the pleasure from her orgasm left her breathless and panting.

She slowly came down from her orgasmic high, as her breathing returned to normal. She looked up and saw the clerk watching her through the store windows. The clerk waved and grinned before turning away. Caught masturbating in her car by her tormentor! She must think Saskia was a total pain slut. Was she? Maybe? The intensity of her orgasm mixed with the pain from her tender ass made her question whether she was.

She started the car and got out of there as fast as she could, tires screeching on the asphalt parking lot. She wanted to get home and forget this had ever happened.

A few minutes from home, her phone rang. Answering, she saw it was Marcia. "Hi babe." She forced her voice to sound normal.

"Saskia, where the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing?" Marcia screamed through the phone.

"Honey, what are you talking about? Why are you yelling?"

"Saskia, why the fuck did I get a text with you chained to a wall with your ass hanging out? Who is Penelope? What the hell did you do? Get home now!" Marcia ended the call.

Saskia's heart sank. She pulled over and looked at her phone. The clerk had taken a picture and sent it to her wife. The text under the picture read, "Fun times with Penelope."