I couldn't wait to tell my friend Julie all about the sexual spanking I'd been invited to witness. As I went into sordid detail about what I'd witnessed, I could see Julie was getting just as aroused as I was myself.
Then she wondered out loud how I thought it might feel to get spanked for pleasure. I thought she'd never ask.
“How could someone enjoy another person beating on them?”
“It’s not beating, it’s spanking, and it arouses them sexually.”
“And you’d know because?”
“Because I’ve witnessed it.”
“You haven’t,” she said, shocked. “Have you? Who? Who did you see?”
“I’m not going to tell you who, just that I was invited along as an observer to witness it, to open up my mind to it.”
“Well, what happened?”
“I’ll call her Kristen, okay? Because I promised I’d never tell anyone. Anyway, she took me to this place. It was in an old warehouse. You needed a password and all to get in. Anyway, novices -- that’s people like me who aren’t into it but are curious -- are allowed to watch. They put you behind a glass window. It’s a small room that holds maybe half a dozen people. I was in there on my own and --”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Now do you want to hear or not?”
“Okay, go on.”
“Anyway, I know this girl pretty well. I watched, fascinated, as she was brought into the room. She’s really a bit on the quiet side so it was strange to see her being dragged along, knowing she was a willing participant in front of a dozen or so people.
“There were two women who were dressed like guards. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was as though they were interrogating her about something. A priestess sitting on the stage on a throne-like chair said something and they stripped her out of her clothes.”
“What do you mean? Did she allow them to take them off?”
“She sort of fought them, struggled with them half-heartedly. You knew in the end they’d be coming off, maybe that’s part of the whole experience, you know, pretending you’re not into it. Anyway, once she was naked, they dragged her across to a post in the middle of the room where they tied her hands together. She had her head lowered as though embarrassed, looking downward, and one of the guards pulled out the bun she had her hair twisted into. Her hair fell like a shawl around her shoulders and down her back. She looked really sexy and vulnerable.
“They pulled her hands up over her head and strapped her to another rope and yanked upwards. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts strained forward and her stomach sunk in, tilting her pelvis upward as she tried to balance herself. It pushed her mound out, making you desperate to see what was between her thighs. One of the guards pulled her legs apart, securing them to some hooks bolted in the floor.”
“I thought we were talking about spanking, not bondage?”
“Well, I’m telling you what happened to her and this led up to the spanking."