I go to clubs less often than I used to. My impression is that there's less sharing there. Couples often tend to play in pairs, and single men (sometimes too many of them) are often relegated to the role of observers or voyeurs.
The theme proposed by the Kinky Club last Friday, that of a dictation exercise, promised instead a shared desire to play, a sharing made necessary by the scenario. This is a good reason to revisit my initial impression. I was right.
At 4:00 PM, the door opened to reveal a strikingly beautiful young woman. Not only was she pretty, with a slender, elegant figure, harmonious and alluring, but from the very first glance, you knew you were in the presence of a truly remarkable person. Someone who quickly made you want to love her, to belong to her. With a little experience, I quickly learned that a mistress isn't just a woman who wields a whip and riding crop with dexterity, but a woman who leaves her mark on you with her gaze, her bearing, the very energy she exudes. And so, I stood before the Mistress, the one in charge of the place, the one in charge of the class who was about to settle in for the dictation.
There are quite a few people here. At first, mostly men, then couples… Everyone remains somewhat isolated, but the day's events will quickly facilitate mingling. The teacher takes charge of the class, assisted by two supervisors and a very attractive assistant, an expert in stinging spankings, Mistress Kassandra. There we are, naked in front of everyone, ready for the dictation. The schoolboy atmosphere takes over, and the quality of our dictations suffers as a result. All these pretexts provide ample opportunity for each student to be spanked. I was undoubtedly among the most unruly, which earned me a series of punishments: spanking, a pudding, and a cane administered by Mistress Kassandra with her characteristic severity.
I came alone, but now I'm more in cahoots with my classmates. We're taking the opportunity to chat, share experiences and memories, while enjoying the show put on by some very playful couples, and a few decidedly very pretty submissives.
After a few very pleasant hours, I still can't bring myself to leave. I'm under the spell of the lady of the house, and since she promised me a few extra strokes of the cane, I grow bolder and ask her to administer them. I find myself naked on the bench, ready to be spanked. The riding crop whips me, first cautiously, then more and more severely. Then I discover the dragon's 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 fear that next time will be harder… Because, for sure, there will be a next time.
