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Spank Me At A Kink Club
Try to not have me after you spank me
My legs are spread eagle. I’ve assumed the position for him to play with me how he likes. We’re on the elevated platform of the center stage. Videos play around us of flogging and submissive women bent over benches. There are some that are tied to a cross and the images keep repeating.
I am the image on the screen right now. He can use, tease, tantalize, and heat my ass with his hands. If I’m lucky he can use some implements to further smack and warm my rear end.
He removes my clothes so slowly. I stand as still as a statue. There’s something so enjoyable, so soothing, yet exciting about being unclothed by his hands. I wonder if the crowd is watching as my back is turned toward them. He pulls down my jeans and I step out of them. All I stand in is a unlined, barely there bra and cheeky panties.
The cold leather attaches to my wrists. I’m tied up like a sacrificial lamb led to slaughter. When he goes to tie up my legs I feel his finger trailing down. I know my moistness and heat will grace his fingertips. He makes a low hum of approval and I see him place the moistened finger in his mouth. My knees weaken seeing this that I’m grateful for the cross holding me up. He ties my ankles with the leather.
