Author's Note: This is a series of stories based on actual experiences and observations at a local sex club. It's not a series; the stories can be read individually, but there are some recurring characters.
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Valerie was sick and tired of it. During foreplay and even while he was fucking the shit out of her, Lucas would talk about how much it would turn him on to see her get fucked by another man. But anytime she tried to talk about it outside the bedroom, he would just brush her off. It wasn't the right time, or they were both too busy to find someone. Still, Lucas's suggestion had bored its way into Valerie's mind, and the mind-blowing sex they had talking about only convinced her more. She would surprise him, and he would love it. They would both love it.
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This is a really stupid idea, thought Lucas, as he slipped his shoes on. Stupid, stupid, but he didn't like his alternatives. When he had asked his girlfriend Valerie what she wanted for her birthday, he had been expecting her to say something like earrings, or a massage, or something normal like that. Instead, she'd looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'd like a spanking."
That really threw him for a loop. She had been hinting around, encouraging him when he occasionally slapped her ass during sex. But a real, full-on spanking, with, like, a belt or a cat o' nine tails, or whatever the crazy kids were using these days? He just couldn't see himself doing that. It wasn't him. He told her he would think about it.
In the days afterward, she hadn't mentioned it, but when a week had passed and neither of them had brought it up, she did again. She ambushed him in bed with her laptop and a list of spanking videos to watch with him. Sure enough, he was turned on watching them; or, at least, turned on by how turned on she got watching them. But those guys really had attitude. He was a pretty sensitive guy, sweet, soft-spoken.
When she reminded him that he should be glad she wasn't asking to have sex with another man - as she'd done in the past, and he had theoretically acquiesced to (okay, talked about incessantly during sex, when it actually turned him on), but never helped arrange - he was pissed off, but gave in. It was true. He was glad that she had picked something else, something a little safer. So he'd agreed to go with her to a local sex club - or dungeon, as she'd called it at one point - and let her arrange a spanking.
She pranced into the room, twirling around in her heels. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a floaty blouse, and she had topped them with a red trench coat, so that when she belted it, she looked as if she might be nude underneath.
"You're too excited," he muttered.
"Pssh, you're gonna love it!" she said excitedly.
That's what he was afraid of.
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They had parked a few blocks away, and were making their way down the dark sidewalk. Most of the storefronts on these blocks looked deserted, and Lucas was already feeling a little bit uncomfortable. if Valerie was, it didn't show, as she strode confidently down the street. Almost as if she'd been here before.
"Are you sure this is your first time here?" he asked suspiciously.
"Wellllll," she hesitated, "I've driven by a few times to make sure I really knew where it was. But I've never been inside."
They walked up to a non-descript door with a little peep hatch, like one of the old speakeasies. He was expecting to have to knock; did they know the password? But Valerie just swung the door open and waltzed inside. It was dark, cozy, with pamphlets and signs and information sheets lining the little hallway. A desk at the end held a few clipboards, and a totally normal-looking woman was sitting at the desk, flipping through a binder and making notes.
She looked up, smiled warmly. "First-timers?" They nodded, approaching the desk, and she held out clipboards that had waivers and info sheets on them. "Fill these out, pay the entrance fee, and then you can head on back."
After they had handed the clipboards back, they peered around the corner. It was fairly well-lit, with comfortable-looking furniture arranged in little groupings. Nothing looked particularly out of the ordinary. It was like a neighborhood bar, but without the bar.
"This doesn't look so bad," Lucas muttered under his breath.
"I think all the action is, um, downstairs," Valerie replied. He nodded vaguely, then turning his attention to the other people in the room. Many of them were dressed in street clothes, as he was, but he was astonished to notice how many others were in various stages of undress. Lots of women - young and old - wandered about comfortably in lingerie or even completely topless. There was some leather, some leash-wearing, and two totally naked dudes sitting in the corner, deep in conversation.
"So, are we meeting someone? How will you know who they are?"
"Oh, I think we'll know," she said vaguely, her eyes all for the man striding directly toward them. He wasn't a particularly memorable gentleman, medium height, brown hair and eyes, nondescript face. Yet there was a rippling sense of confidence around him that Lucas automatically took notice of. The man stopped in front of Valerie, gave her a small smile, and held out his hand.
"Valerie, I believe?"
