Janice was a bright-eyed, congenial waitress at the hotel where Melissa and I were staying. She was also smitten with me.
I was pretending to be a slave, therefore I had to be naked all the time. Janice had seen my sculpted abs, my waxed pubic area, my perfect ass, and my cheerleader breasts. Slaves are forced to keep their naked bodies on display at all times, so, Janice had gotten a good look at every inch of my body every time we were in the same room together.
Melissa was playing the role of my mistress and was getting skilled at being in the dominant role. At first, she had been reluctant to treat me like a slave, but she was getting increasingly comfortable. She was the one who came up with the idea of offering me up to Janice and allowing the young, congenial waitress to live out some of her fantasies with me.
"So, what would you like to do with her?" Melissa asked.
Janice blushed, then looked around as if she were afraid someone would overhear. Then, she timidly replied, "Well, she has the most beautiful and pertly shaped buttocks I have ever witnessed with my own eyes. I've fantasized about spanking them."
I must admit, I wasn't at all surprised about her fantasy. Many people who are attracted to slaves want to spank them. Melissa just nodded her head and invited Janice to come up to our hotel room later that evening to spank my poor bottom.
"Actually, what I would really like is to do it down here," Janice said. "I think it would be more fun to do it right here in the restaurant, with all the restaurant patrons and my coworkers watching."
Woah. Okay, that was far less common.
"That sounds like fun," Melissa replied. "But I'd have to clear that with the hotel manager first. What you're asking might violate some restaurant policies, or hotel policies. But, if I can clear it with the hotel management, I'll arrange for you to spank Jody with all of your coworkers watching."
Janice flashed me an eager smile like a little kid on Christmas. I shivered slightly. I get a surge of arousal from submitting to dominant women, but spankings sting. I fear them. I'll admit it's a delicious, erotic sort of fear, but I'm still afraid.
Yeah. I'm complicated. Even I don't understand these feelings.
Melissa then proceeded to talk to Janice's boss at the restaurant as well as the hotel manager. It didn't appear that allowing a waitress to spank a naked slave in the hotel restaurant with dozens of people watching violated any of the hotel's rules or policies. Or, if they did, the hotel manager was willing to bend the rules for the sake of public entertainment.
* * *
It took time to arrange. The restaurant manager and the hotel manager wanted to sort out the details, make sure there were enough employees to keep things running smoothly and they even brought in some security people to work crowd control just in case any of the patrons got out of hand.
When the time arrived for my public spanking, the restaurant was packed. I think some sort of announcement went out to all the hotel guests so everyone who was interested in seeing a naked slave girl get spanked by a member of the hotel staff would have a chance to attend.
Janice was bouncy with anticipation as she awaited her opportunity to punish my innocent buttocks. Her wide eyes and enthusiastic smile hinted at how much she was looking forward to humiliating and hurting me.
She was pretty in her own way, with an innocent face, black hair, kind eyes and a tiny waist. She was two or three inches shorter than me, however, she had a position of authority over me now, which made her seem taller and more imposing somehow.
If I were an ordinary slave, I'd probably hate Janice for what she was about to do to me, but I was a grab bag of kinks. I got turned on by being dominated, sexually objectified, and forced to display my naked body in public. The way Janice was treating me was making my sex throb with insistent pulses.
I stood there naked, wearing nothing but my slave collar, while Janice wore her stylish black uniform with the white apron. I felt utterly submissive to her and would have instantly dropped to my knees and kissed her feet if she asked me.
The restaurant manager banged a spoon against a glass to get everyone's attention.
"Good evening, everyone," she said once all eyes were focused on her. "I believe you are all here tonight for a special event. This slave, Jody who has become something of a local celebrity. We've all seen her. We all adore her. And tonight, one of the charming waitresses from this fine establishment will throw Jody over her lap and punish her alluring buttocks. That is something you all want to see. Yes?"
There was an instant response from the crowd. All the restaurant patrons boisterously called out in the affirmative. Even some of the waitresses called out for me to be punished.
"Your public has spoken," Melissa said as she turned to me. "Are you nervous?"
"Terribly," I responded. It was an honest answer. Being spanked in front of a large crowd would be both humiliating and painful. I felt fear, but it was a delicious, tantalizing sort of fear.
Janice took her place. She sat in an armless chair on a raised stage, the sort where musicians sometimes perform. And then, instead of walking across the dining room to get to the stage, Melissa informed me that she wanted me to crawl.
"Melissa!"
I whispered urgently. "
Crawling? Really?"
