I go to clubs less than in the past. My impression is that we share less there. Couples often tend to play in pairs and single men (sometimes too numerous) are often condemned to the role of observers or voyeurs.
The theme proposed by the Kinky Club last Friday, that of dictation, promised on the contrary a pooling of the desire to play, a sharing made necessary given the scenario. This is a good reason to reconsider my first impression. I was right.
4:00 p.m., the door opens to reveal a very beautiful young woman. Not only is she pretty, with a fine and slender figure, harmonious and attractive, but from the first glance you know that you are in the presence of a real personality. A person who very quickly makes you want to love them, to belong to them. With a little experience I quickly learned that a mistress is not just a woman who handles the whip and the riding crop with dexterity but a woman who marks you with her look, her appearance, the waves she cleared. I am therefore in front of the Teacher, the one of the premises, the one of the class which will be set up for the dictation.
There is a lot of people. At first, mainly men, then couples... Everyone remains a little isolated but the scenario of the day will quickly facilitate mixing. The Mistress takes charge of the class, assisted by two supervisors and a very beautiful assistant, an expert in harsh spankings, Mistress Kassandra. Here we are butt naked in front of everyone, ready for dictation. The schoolboy atmosphere takes over, and the quality of our dictations will suffer. So many excuses for every student to be spanked. I would undoubtedly have been one of the most undisciplined, which would earn me a series of corrections, spankings, puddles and canes administered by Mistress Kassandra with the severity she is known for.
I had come alone, but now I am more involved with my classmates. We take the opportunity to chat, to exchange experiences and memories, while enjoying the spectacle offered by very playful couples, and some decidedly very pretty submissives.
After a few very pleasant hours, however, I cannot leave. I am under the spell of the lady of the house and since she had promised me a few more strokes of the flogger I am emboldened and ask her to administer them to me. I find myself ass naked on the spanking bench. The stick whips me, at first cautiously, then more and more severely. Then I discovered the dragon tongue. Here is a mistress who has mastered the art of punishment. She doesn't know me and first wants to gauge my resistance and my expectations. Now she knows... I can fear that the next time will be harder... Because, for sure, there will be a next time.
