After 2 months of corporal punishment and role play at the office, apparently the time had come because Friday after work a package had arrived at Shari's door. Inside was a note explaining that she should be ready to go by 9 pm.
Shari was not comfortable showing this much skin normally, but this was Kane's club and Kane picked the outfit personally, so when in Rome... The Catholic girl skirt was not long enough to cover the ruffles on the seat of the briefs, and the "button-down" shirt was really just a shirt collar connected by material across the top of her shoulder that connected to short sleeves then the rest of the shirt was just the bra that had a front closure and two buttons. There was a tie that hung from the collar to her exposed navel. She had paired the outfit Kane sent with knee high socks and 4' platform Mary Jane's on a block heel. She pulled her hair into pigtails and wore black frame glasses. The effect was perfect.
Kane was obviously planning for her to take a trip to the principal's office because he was dressed all in black with the notable exception of a priest's collar. It was sacrilegious, and hot as fuck.
They stood close to the bar in the club that looked a bit like a converted warehouse. There were roped areas where equipment was set up ready for scenes. Kane had pointed out the St Andrews cross, the spanking bench, the modified saw horse, the suspension chains and stocks.
Shari sipped her diet cola and eyed the modified saw horse... it looked like a cross between a pommel horse for gymnastics and a regular saw horse. There were four legs and each leg had a series of holes drilled in them. The back two legs had what looked like half of a hinge. The top was padded and covered in bright red leather. There was a cabinet in the area that held the various restraints and what not she assumed.
The mere idea of being restrained to that for a spanking in front of a crowd was getting her wet. She shift her eyes back to Kane and found him focused on her. She swallowed and blushed at his scrutiny. He must know exactly what she was thinking.
Just then a burly guy in his 50's walked over to Kane. He was dressed in leather, vest and pants only. He shook Kane's hand but ogled Shari the whole time. "Hey, Kane. Been a while. I see you brought refreshments, real tasty morsel."
Kane smiled at Shari, "I guess you could say that."
"We should talk about doing a sub swap." The man said still eyeing her.
"Do I look like a hooker?" Shari asked forgetting what she was wearing. Kane smiled like he was about to burst out laughing. "I mean... okay, yes. I am maybe dressed like a hooker, but does Kane look like my fucking pimp?"
Kane held his hand over his mouth, trying desperately not say anything or laugh. Shari was full brat right now in front of a club Master. "Master Brad, my I introduce you to Shari."
Brad began sputtering. "How dare you speak to a Master that way, you insolent little.."
"Brat?" Kane supplied helpfully.
Shari sent him a quelling look. "I am not the one that came over here and started being rude. I just responded in kind."
"How is finding you fuckable being rude?" Brad asked. "I mean given the location, is that not the exact response you were looking for? Dressed like a wet dream, I assume you want to be found desirable. I may be wrong but looking like a duck, quacking like a duck entitles me to calling you a duck."
"I don't feel like you were calling me a duck. More like you were talking about the duck-able morsel without acknowledging I was even a person." Shari huffed.
"Again, I would like to point out your location. This is a club where Dom's bring their subs. Most subs feel it is their imperative to be usable. Humiliation and degrading are all part of the mindset." Brad said before turning back to Kane. "You brought a libber?"
"It is her first time. She is more of a brat than a sub if you must know. But even still it seems like the brat could use a little corporal punishment. I will find you when she is ready to apologize." Kane grabbed Shari's drink and set it down before guiding her over to the saw horse. He rummaged in the cabinet and came up with two kneeling pads that slid into the hinge pieces. He placed Shari on the saw horse and began restraining her.
"Shari, there are a few things that you should know. There is no fucking in the main rooms. Blow Jobs, yes, but fucking, no. The club safe word is red. Yellow to slow down. You are surrounded by monitors and members that will step in if you use the safe word." Kane finished cinching her to the contraption and Shari realized she had very little give. Chest down with her legs on the padded kneeling arms, her legs were spread wide and her head was able to move any direction. It was like the furniture was designed for spit roasting naughty brats. Kane stepped behind her and lowered her briefs until they rested under the swell of her ass. He returned to the cabinet and Shari watched as he pulled out a ping pong paddle, a fraternity paddle with holes drilled in it, a leather strap wider than a belt and a bamboo cane.
