Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 8/8

The business executive calling herself 'Superbitch', by luck of the draw, had to take the final and worst test of the intitiation series. It involved the club's toughest spanking implement, and with a strong humiliation factor.

Talia laid it out in detail for her: "You must strip naked and ask to be caned very hard on your bare bottom. The punishment will be inflicted by your fellow intiate - you must beg her for your penalty."

Linda gave Zoey the rattan cane she had taken some trouble to acquire and to cure with linseed oil. It was 8mm thick, with plenty of flexibility - the type once used in schools in England and culturally connected countries like Australia.

Meanwhile Superbitch had been instructed on what to say. Not at all a natural submissive, she found it hard. "Miss Zoey, please bend me over naked... do I really have to say this?"

Talia answered "Yes, if you want to join the club. Now start again."

"Miss Zoey, please bend me over naked and give me twelve strokes of the cane very hard, on my bare bottom."

Zoey said "Of course, ma'am, it will be my pleasure. Please take off your clothes then put your hands on your knees". The 'superhero' divested herself of her costume and reluctantly assumed the position. Zoey made her bend lower, sliding her hands onto her shins.

Avril gave Zoey some pointers. "Make sure the tip goes beyond her bottom so you don't gouge with it. Don't give her the next stroke until she's quite still. And remember this is a test for you too, to make sure you won't be too timid whenever you win one of our games. So cane her good and hard."

The bending victim was all too aware of the risks of being caned by someone so inexperienced. She was reminded of the time when Henry the Eighth deliberately assigned a drunken amateur to behead Sir Thomas Cromwell, with frightful results. "Bent over this way, my back is pretty safe" she thought. "But my thighs might suffer a couple of stripes". But she determined that she would make no complaint about it. Everyone has to learn sometime. It was just her bad luck to be the guinea pig.

Zoey measured her distance nervously. Everyone was aware that psychologically this caning was the wrong way around - Zoey was the natural submissive. She decided it would help her if she threw in some roleplay. Instead of young Zoey caning a powerful woman about ten years her senior, she would be a teacher caning a naughty blonde schoolgirl. "You know what happens if you misbehave in this school, young Miss" she said, and delivered the first stroke.



It was quite hard enough, and accurate, right across the centre of both bare cheeks. Superbitch gave a very sharp intake of breath, and wriggled her hips slightly. A strong red line appeared on the nude woman's proffered behind and began to swell slightly.

Linda and Talia, the victim's subordinates in the large corporation they worked for, didn't miss the opportunity to tauntingly exploit their superior's predicament:

"The teacher must have caught this girl in the showers. Unless she runs around the school naked."

"What do you think she was doing there?"

"Touching something very naughty, I guess."

"Her own, or someone else's?"

Superbitch reddened and looked forward to the day she would win a game and they would be the losers. The next stroke came down. The stinging, as she now found out, actually increased in the first two or three seconds after the cane struck her bare skin. She gritted her teeth and struggled to hold still.

The third cut of the cane was too low. It crossed the victim's upper thighs as she had feared, and she gave a series of gasps. Zoey knew enough not to make the situation awkward by apologizing, but she looked at the others. Avril said "Accidents will happen, and your 'schoolgirl' took it well. Carry on."

Zoey carried on caning, and her fellow initiate began groaning aloud and squirming, after each new thin welt was added to her posterior. The eighth stroke was right on top of an existing mark, and yielded an actual scream from the tough-minded blonde, and a lot of squirming.

Zoey waited for her target to be stationary, and in her teacher's voice said "Stop wriggling, girl, keep your bottom still." This admonition made Superbitch's face redden further, and strengthened her determination. She took the ninth stripe well, even though it was the second to fall across her thighs.

But the tenth was another that caned an existing welt, crossing it slightly. She shot up and yelled "Oh my fucking Gooooood!!!", pressing her hands to her tortured bottom.

"You're lucky we decided not to do penalty strokes in an initiation!" warned Linda. "Get back down" instructed Zoey.

Only one of the last two strokes was a 'lucky' one that found a fresh area of the victim's bottom. The final one was another agonizer, and the blonde turned the air blue with her language. "For shame!" said Zoey. "But you may stand up straight and report to the school nurse."

Talia was closest to the cold cream jar, and thus became 'nurse'. That wasn't the best luck for Superbitch. Just about anyone else would have been gentler rubbing the lotion onto her welts. "Ow! Oww!" complained the blonde as her battlescars were tended to.

When she was dressed, Avril spoke. "Congratulations on being admitted, both of you, to the 'Ladies Social Club'. We look forward to many exciting and painful games with you."

The new members were taken out for some well-earned drinks, though Superbitch in particular looked very uncomfortable when perched on a bar stool. They now had six contestants, which widened the range and variety of games they could play. In carefully guarded terms (with other people in earshot), they began discussing the possibility of 'team sports'.

End of Game 2.

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 7/8

The two new prospective members looked at each other, Zoey with trepidation, Superbitch with a smile. They had just been told that the last two initiation tests would be delivered by each other.

"We have to make sure you're willing to give penalties, and not get carried away" explained Linda. After all, you're going to win some of our games soon enough. So the question for the cards to decide right now is - which of you will give the other a whipping!"

Talia showed them the little whip they had acquired. It was a martinet, with multiple tails. The leather lashes were flat in cross-section, not very heavy. There was no danger of it breaking the skin and causing bleeding. But it would pack a hell of a sting.

There was a lot riding on the high-card draw as the initiates stepped up to the card table. But they had been warned that the following (and final) test would be worse. Winning this draw might be nastier in the long run than losing it.

Zoey's heart was in her mouth when they showed their cards, thinking she was about to know the worst. But both women showed a seven. The suspense had to continue longer, as they shuffled and cut again. This time Superbitch drew a jack... and Zoey another seven. She looked down at the floor as Talia handed Superbitch the martinet and said "Twenty on the bare bottom. How she's placed is up to you."

At last! This was the main reason the blonde executive wanted to join. Her desire to be dominant now had an attractive target in Zoey, and an ethical one - not only because Zoey could quit any time but because they had all seen how turned on she had been in her first two punishments.

"It'll be a pleasure to whip you, Zoey" said Superbitch cheerfully. "Take your shorts and panties right off, and start by kneeling, up on the table."

Zoey obeyed nervously but once again she was full of erotic anticipation. Kneeling to this confident, commanding and attractive woman was no problem. Bare from the waist down, she clambered up on the table and went on her knees.

Meanwhile, Superbitch took a bolster from the couch and placed it in the middle of the table. "This should prop your bottom up for me. Down you go. And grip the edge of the table. There, now you'll be less tempted to put your hands back to protect your bottom." Zoey settled herself face down over the bolster. Her temporary 'mistress' wasn't finished: "Now spread those legs. One foot near each corner of the table."



Zoey ventured a "Yes ma'am" and parted her legs. The other four women looked at the highly vulnerable pose she was in. Her vulva was well exposed in this position. Avril said "No lashes from behind! You have won the right to whip her bottom, nothing else."

"I understand" said Superbitch and stood to Zoey's side so that the lash would fall crosswise. Zoey meanwhile experienced a thrill of fear and arousal at the mere mention of the idea of being whipped on the pussy. But she was glad it wasn't going to happen now. She had come to a prime position of her fantasies - vulnerably half-naked before a naturally dominant woman with a whip - required to obey her and submit to the lash.

Superbitch held the ends of the martinet's tails in her left hand and looked at the bare feminine bottom propped up waiting for her discipline. She said firmly "I want you to thank me for each stroke, Zoey". With great pleasure she raised the whip and swung it downwards.




The costumed domina was careful to judge distance, so the ends would strike Zoey's farthest cheek, and not curl into her sensitive cleft. The tails spread out and covered most of Zoey's bottom. As they trailed away, they left multiple lines on her skin - not welts as a switch or birch would have made, just reddened skin.

Zoey gave a soft "Ow! Thank you Ma'am". It was going to be all right - it hurt over a wider area than the strap, but she had more confidence by now, and knew she could take it. The lash came down again, to a louder "Ow! Thank you Ma'am".

After a few more strokes, the upturned bottom was no longer striped but an even red. The flat but 5mm wide tails of the whip had now tasted every part of it, filling the gaps between the earlier lines. The effect of this on Zoey was to make the burning in her raised behind increase rapidly. It was now definitely hurting more than the strap, and the shouted "Thank you ma'am" gained an ever more urgent tone.

On the twelfth lash, Zoey's distress seemed to reach a peak. She almost withdrew her hands from the table's edge as she yelled "Oooow! Thank you ma'am" and then sobbed "Oh! Ooh!" But the next few strokes were more manageable. Her bottom had heated up fully, and further strokes on it's evenly red surface only served to maintain its existing level of stinging. The volume of its unfortunate owner's cries, and of her words of gratitude for her punishment, became less.

At seventeen, Zoey was back to giving the near whisper she had uttered on the first stroke. Superbitch thought she ought to do something about that. She had been whipping the girl hard, and with excited enthusiasm. If she placed the lashes lower to try to hurt her more, she might hit the wrong place. This was a test she was being given, and a lash across the thighs, let alone the pussy, might mark her as untrustworthy. There was nothing else to do but put still more energy into it.

The super-costumed blonde held the whip back behind her shoulder and lashed with all her strength. There was a risk of missing her aim, but she had now had seventeen strokes of practice. The cruel 18th lash made a loud smacking sound on the upward-pointing buttocks.

Zoey screamed. To delay another such searing lash, she gave plenty of 'Ow's and 'Ah's and sobs, before saying in a trembling voice "Thank you Ma'am!"

Superbitch didn't mind the slowing of the pace. She took her time before lashing down again with similar strength. Her victim screeched again, and her fingers let go of the table. But she got a hold of herself - there was only one more lash to go. Nevertheless, she began weeping instead of saying the required thanks.

"What are you supposed to say, Zoey?" asked her tormentor. She turned to the others. "Are there penalty strokes for disobedience?" Zoey hurriedly said "Thank you ma'am" in a teary voice.

Linda answered the question "There will be, during the games, but not today. Finish her off." Superbitch swung back and delivered one more full-strength whip stroke. With no need to delay, Zoey screamed the words "Thank you ma'am" immediately, and rolled onto her side.

"You're welcome, Zoey" said Superbitch, and helped her off the table. Zoey was a little unsteady on her feet, from stiffness but also from a giddy sexual pleasure at having received her first real whipping. She leaned against the blonde's chest.

Yollanda stepped forward, already putting some of the cold cream on her fingers. But Superbitch said "I'll do it" and took the jar. With her whimpering spankee resting in the crook of her left arm, she used her right to ease the blazing, whipped cheeks. The action was near enough to a post-punishment cuddle to make Zoey feel properly comforted, and to call forth the protectiveness in Superbitch that every good dominant feels. Both had achieved an erotic ambition in what they had done together.

The four founder members were well satisfied with the performances of both initiates. Talia cleared her throat and with great relish said "You realise that Zoey taking two penalties in a row means the last and worst falls to you, 'Ms Bitch Boss'."

"Yes. What is it?" The blonde's voice was steady.

"The most painful instrument we have, and with full humiliation factor. Get undressed. Zoey will now cane you, naked".

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 6/8

Avril was speaking: "Next on the list is a bare-bottom strapping - thirty spanks. After managing to avoid the last two tests, you have to take it, Zoey. Come over to the table here."

Avril showed her the strap. It was not a belt but had been made for the sole purpose of giving discipline. It was broad and thick, with a handle, and Avril struck the top of the table so Zoey could hear the loud 'thwack!'. "Take your shorts and panties down and bend over the end of the table. This is going to hurt lots - but it's the sort of penalty we'll have when we start getting to the 'high end' of our games."

Zoey knew Avril was doing her best to frighten her and test her resolve. She was scared enough already! She had read stories about strappings many times, but had never felt one. She was already getting sexually stirred again, but was thinking "What if I can't take it? What if my desires can only ever be fantasy, because I'm a wimp?"

She let down her black vinyl shorts and skinned down her blue panties, then bent over the table as instructed. Her bare bottom was still a little flushed from her earlier spanking. Avril told her to grip the edge of the table. "Be brave, Zoey!" called Yollanda encouragingly.



Zoey's thoughts ran wild during her strapping:

"She's stroking my bottom! It feels good, but I think she just wants me to feel how bare I am. What's the strap going to feel like on my bare skin? She's stepped back, so I'm about to find out!

"Aargh, oh my god, that stings!... Ow, it's much worse than a hand spanking. I knew it would be but... Yeow... it's horrible. Aaaargh, that one went across my lower cheeks and hurt even more. I'd better grip the edge of the table hard. Yeow!

"I've got a feeling I want to cry. But not yet! My bottom's on fire but I think I can take this. Oh no, that one went half onto the top of my thighs, it's agony! I can't help kicking my legs.

"Avril's telling me off, saying I should keep still. I'm trying! I desperately want to wriggle out of the way of that strap - it's all I can do to stay on the table. And the lashes keep coming, I've lost count.

"Ow ow ow, another low one. It's no good, I've started to cry. Avril said she shed some tears from a hairbrush spanking at their first meeting. So I know I'm allowed to cry. But Avril has stopped spanking me.

"Linda has come up to look in my teary eyes. She says I can stop any time if I don't want to go ahead with joining the club. But I really want to, even if it means having a good cry at every meeting. It looks like Linda's going to hold my hand while I get the rest of the licks.



"Oww, Avril's started up again! Is she strapping me softer, or is my bottom so heated up I'm getting used to it? I'm not so scared now. I've put myself in Avril and Linda's hands. They're hurting me and comforting me at the same time. I trust them. This is what I've always wanted, and it's getting to feel really sexy.

"Uh-oh, I'm in danger of being embarrassed again. The way I'm bending over, they're going to see it if I get too excited. Try not to think about what's happening. Ow! Twelve times twelve is a hundred forty-four. Ow! The capital of Bolivia is La Paz. Ow! The smallest principality in Europe is Fredonia. Ow! It's ruler is Lady Wilhemina Garron. It's no good, I can feel myself getting wet.

"Avril's stopped. Is it to look closely at my pussy? No, she said thirty, it's over!"

Linda helped Zoey get up. The others had gathered around to watch the spanking more closely, and Zoey pulled her pants and panties up as quickly as possible. Talia said "She should get extra strokes for making a damp patch on the edge of the table".

Zoey spun around towards the table, her face going crimson. There was no such patch - Talia was joking. But the fact that Zoey had actually turned and looked...! Everyone was laughing, as she received sympathetic cuddles from Avril and Linda.

Her first strapping! Now she knew she could take strong discipline. She felt sore-bottomed but empowered, knowing that desire and performance were synchronized in her. She was a real 'spanko' now!

For a few minutes the euphoria made her forget that the intitiations were not over. They were going to stop for coffee, but then there would be another card draw. She asked Yollanda how many more penalties there were to go. Superbitch came over to hear the answer.

"Two" said Yollanda. "And we decided that the last two spankings will be delivered by - each other!"

Zoey's and Superbitch's eyes met.

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 5/8

Linda produced a men's slipper with a thick rubber sole, and whacked her hand with it. It was flexible from wear in the centre despite its thickness, giving it both weight and suppleness. Whereas the paddle had been lighter than the norm, this new instrument could plainly hurt a bare bottom more than the average slipper.

Either Zoey or Superbitch was about to find that out for certain. Normally, Zoey would have been the most nervous as they made the card draw. But Superbitch still had a stinging butt from the paddling Talia had just given her. Zoey wasn't 100% certain she could take a bare slippering, but it would have taken a bomb strike to stop her trying. She admired Linda and liked the idea of being over her knee.

The two initiates repeated their method of picking up some of the deck but hiding what they had drawn so they could show their card together. Yollanda said "And the loser is..."

Zoey's king trumped Superbitch's ten. Linda moved to the spanker's chair and beckoned to Superbitch. "Looks like you lose the bottom half of that costume now!"

Superbitch stripped off the red and blue leggings of her costume. She had acquired it a year ago for a fancy dress party, and was mostly using it so she could also wear a mask when travelling to and from the club meetings. Everyone would think she was going to another fancy dress function, or to a comics or sci-fi convention. Most importantly, they wouldn't recognize her if the goings on at Avril's place ever became publicly known.

Half-naked again (this time the other half) she placed herself over Linda's lap. Linda and Talia both worked for the same large corporation as Superbitch, but much lower down the ladder. As she settled herself in the customary humiliating position, she thought "That's both my subordinates who are getting to punish me now. But once this initiation business is over, I'll have my turn at THEIR bottoms. The first time I beat them in a game, they'll see some company discipline, that's for sure!"

Linda looked at the already-red bottom being presented to her. "I hope that lotion is working well" she remarked, "because I'm going to give you a good hard slippering, the same as I would have given Zoey".

Fortunately, the cold cream had indeed done a good job, and her bottom was settling towards a warm tingling. But that changed very quickly. The first whack of the slipper onto her bare skin confirmed its effectiveness as an instrument of discipline. With its thick sole, it was almost as heavy as a sports shoe, and it stung like blazes! Superbitch gave a groan whose tone was like an "Oh no!" as she became fully aware of the difficulty of the penalty she had to undergo.



"Fifty smacks" said Linda. She decided to make one concession to her victim's sore butt, namely to spank quickly so it would be over soon. Yollanda called out the numbers as the slipper fell.

Whack, whack, whack! As she kept up the pace and Superbitch gasped and winced, Linda began to hum a tune happily. "Isn't this fun?" she asked her unfortunate victim.

"Yes. Ouch! But it'd be more fun.. Oww!.. the other way round. Oooww!" The blonde spankee appreciated the fast spanking, since she wanted that fiftieth whack to come ASAP. But now the sting of each smack was merging into the next, and her bottom was hurting continuously - and quite a lot. She began to writhe around and made a continuous high-pitched growl through gritted teeth.

As the slippering reached the 35 mark, she thumped the floor with a fist, willing herself not to roll off of Linda's lap or put her hands back to protect herself. It was a great show for the others, watching this strong businesswoman enduring her penalty, especially in the childlike over-the-knee position.



When Yollanda called out "Fifty!", Superbitch made no attempt to leap up, but just relaxed exhausted over Linda's lap and said "Thank God!"

Linda called out in mock alarm: "Medic, medic! Emergency!". Avril laughed as she ran forward with more of the soothing cream. Talia looked at the color of the victim's bottom and joked "You don't need to put the rest of your costume back on. Just paint your legs blue, and you'll look just the same."

"From the back anyway" said Zoey. She was gaining confidence in the other women, and knew they had already seen enough evidence to guess that her sexual preference was absolute. "Hmmm, Supergirl flies into action showing her blonde muff." She paused dreamily for a moment, then said "OK, I'm back!" Amid the laughter, even Superbitch grinned in her upended position.

Linda took Superbitch's stillness as willingness to have the lotion applied by someone else this time, and tended to her "boss's" backside. Then she helped her victim up off her lap. She didn't yet feel that they were on hugging terms, so her sympathy took the form of asking her if she was all right. "I'll be fine" said Superbitch. "But I think if I see you in the elevator at work this week, the memory is going to make me wince. Talia too. You've given me a hell of a hiding between you."

"Well you can have a rest now" said Linda soothingly. "Since you've taken two penalties in a row, there'll be no card draw. Zoey must take the next test, from Avril."

Zoey looked at Avril and swallowed. They had said the initiation tests would get stronger each time. Zoey had seen enough to know these kinky but fun-loving women could be trusted. She had met Avril on the street while she (Zoey) was wearing her top with the 'Spank' brandname on it, and that had led to Avril inviting her to join. "Avril is nice", she thought, "but what painful thing is she going to spank me with?"

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 4/8

As Zoey reached out to cut the cards, she thought "What did Talia call this penalty? 'Hard Instrument Across Knickers'. A wooden paddle is hard, that's for sure. But at least we don't have to take it bare." She cut the deck and revealed a five. There was a sympathetic 'aaah' from a couple of the other women, at the prospect that Zoey would have to take two initiation 'tests' in a row.

At that moment, Talia took out the rectangular wooden paddle from a drawer and brandished it. It wasn't very thick - milder in fact than a fraternity paddle or an American school paddle, but it still had a reasonable heft to it and was made of a hard wood. They didn't want the kind of paddle that would bruise so much that the spankee couldn't play any further games for a while. They wanted the only definite 'finisher' to be the cane.

"Easy" thought Superbitch when she saw the paddle. Her superhero costume was no thicker than panties, which she didn't have on. So she had agreed that, since Zoey would have to shed clothing if she lost, Superbitch would take her top off to compensate. She cut the cards, and showed the four of spades.

Zoey did an exaggerated wipe of her brow and exclaimed "Whew"! Superbitch, without hesitation, began to remove the top half of her costume. "Well" she thought, "my two work subordinates (Linda and Talia) have seen all of me now. And one of them gets to paddle my rear."

"Anything worse than a hairbrush has a limit on the number of strokes" said Linda. Talia will give you twenty, and may God have mercy on your buttocks." There was general giggling.

Talia swung the paddle in the air. "I think I'll have you leaning with your hands against the wall". Superbitch walked to the wall and obeyed, exposed breasts bobbing slightly as she leaned over. Yollanda joked "This is an arrest. Against the wall and spread 'em!"

"Good idea" said Talia. "Let's have your feet well spaced apart". Superbitch had read the club rule requiring obedience in all such details to the person giving you a penalty. She parted her legs, and composed herself for the whacks coming her way.

Talia swung fair and true, landing the paddle right across the centre of her victim's seat. Superbitch felt it, that was for sure, but the only sign of pain she gave was to close her eyes tightly and bend her knees slightly. Strikes two and three were angled to concentrate on one buttock each. The blonde initiate hissed a little through her teeth.



The fourth whack was across the centre again, and Superbitch started to realise that the pain was going to be cumulative. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist a show of bravado. "Can't you spank any harder than that?" she asked.

"Yes I can actually" said Talia. She swung from lower down, lofting the paddle upward onto the lower part of her spankee's bottom - and hard! The impact seemed to lift Superbitch off the ground slightly, or maybe it was just that she gave a startled jump at this effective strike. The girls all heard her big intake of breath.

Talia struck the seat of the blonde's thin supercostume again in exactly the same way. The response: "Yeow! OK, OK, you CAN spank harder!"

"Was that a request for mercy?" asked Talia with a grin. "Say pretty please and I might go back to paddling you softer." But Superbitch shook her head, making her bare boobs jiggle sideways, and adjusted her stance for more stability. Everyone could see that she and Talia were destined to have an ongoing rivalry for who was the tough-girl of the club.

Whack! Pause... Whack! The blonde executive gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she asked for this. She had wanted to play games like this for years, win or lose. But the fact that there were still twelve strokes to go was daunting.

At the 'ten' mark, Talia decided to try one-cheek upward swings. She hit the lowest part of her work-superior's left buttock. The victim swore aloud. "Language!" admonished Talia, and whacked the undercurve of the right cheek. Superbitch gasped as if in disbelief at how much it hurt. Her knees buckled for a moment, making her drop her bottom lower. She didn't want to be accused of moving out of position, so with an effort of will she straightened her legs.

Talia liked getting that reaction, so she repeated the previous two cruel swats. She was rewarded with Superbitch's first outright yells. "Go with what works, I always say!" Talia quipped. She followed up with a very hard swing across both undercurves. What her victim shouted would have been punished by her mother as "taking the Lord's name in vain".

"Would this be a good time to talk about staff canteen facilities?" asked Talia, as she addressed the executive's bottom as if lining up a golf stroke.

The answer was in a somewhat quavering voice - "Not my department. <thud> Ooooooow!"

The last few strokes didn't need to be very hard. Now that she was making her victim cry out, Talia was content to know that she was paddling a bottom that was already very sore. The worst swats made Superbitch repeat her movement of bending at the knees and then straightening up quickly.

"How sad, here comes the last one!" said Talia in a tragic tone of voice. Thwack! The spankee managed to restrain herself to a "Nnnng!" through gritted teeth. "You may go" said Talia, who had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her victim straightened up and massaged her bottom, whispering "Ow, ow, ow". She found that the pain was mostly surface sting. That particular paddle was hard but not heavy, so there was no deep bruising.



Avril passed her the jar of soothing lotion, but didn't offer to apply it for her. After all, they had only just met. Superbitch turned her bottom towards a corner, lowered the back of her supercostume pants, and applied the stuff liberally, not caring how undignified she looked. Putting her top back on could definitely wait.

Zoey was SO glad that it hadn't been her on the receiving end of Talia's paddle. But what was the next test that she and Superbitch would have to gamble for?

Avril answered the question. "And now, a simple classic - a bare bottom slippering over the knee. Linda will officiate."

When Superbitch had finished soothing her cheeks, she replaced her top and joined Zoey for the next draw. Zoey's butt was still flushed from Yollanda's hand spanking, but not sore any longer. Superbitch's posterior positively glowed red, and definitely WAS sore. But, of course, the cards didn't know that, and life isn't always fair.

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 3/8

Zoey was excited more than afraid. As well as the only one with purely Sapphic preferences amongst five bisexual women, she also had the least desire to be the giver of spankings (although it would certainly be fun). In her lifelong fantasies, she was always the one over another woman's knee. Glancing around the room, she would have preferred that her first spanking came from one of the others. Tall, proud-looking Talia; or buxom brunette Linda perhaps? Yollanda, at 18, was a bit young to fulfill Zoey's taste for women who would dominate her. But she was attractive nonetheless, and Zoey was afraid her sexual arousal at her first real spanking would be too obvious.

Superbitch had quite the opposite feelings. She was titillated by the fact that she would inevitably take some spankings in the club. But her preference was to have someone else over HER knee, and to make them squeal and wriggle. She was used to power, and particularly wanted to avoid losing this first round. Draping herself bare-bottomed over the lap of a freshman college girl was just a little too humiliating for comfort.

"Moment of truth, Ladies, draw your card" instructed Avril. Superbitch picked up a third of the deck, looked at the bottom card and concealed it. Her face betrayed nothing. Zoey picked up another third and held it to her chest.

Then they met each other's eyes in an unspoken signal, and both showed their card to everyone in the room. Superbitch's triumphantly displayed queen defeated Zoey's six. Zoey smiled shyly and waited for instructions.

Yollanda took her hand and led her toward the red spanking chair. After taking her seat, the 18-year-old pointed at Zoey's shining vinyl short pants and said "Let's have those off again." Obedient to the letter, Zoey removed her shorts completely, then stood hands by her sides and eyes down. "Now over my knees".

Zoey lay, in her pale blue panties and black sleeveless top, across Yollanda's young legs. Many times she had lain across pillows piled on her bed, imagining they were a woman's lap and she was about to be spanked. For the first time, it was a reality. For the first time, she didn't have to take her own underwear down. Yollanda's fingers were gripping the waistband, and now she was peeling them slowly down Zoey's thighs. Zoey lifted her hips slightly in cooperation and consent. Yollanda decided to remove Zoey's panties completely. She untangled them from her victim's feet and threw them to the floor.

It was when Yollanda placed her hand firmly on Zoey's bare behind, that the up-ended girl's sexual excitement began in earnest. "Here it comes" she thought, "I'm nude from the waist down and the hand I can feel is about to spank my bottom". The lubrication that she was powerless to prevent was accompanied by hardened nipples under the black vest. And then... smack!



Yollanda's first slap was tentative. She was concerned about the possibility that Zoey only loved the IDEA of a spanking, and would leap up in surprise as soon as the process actually hurt. But Zoey only gave a quiet 'Mmmm' and stayed submissively still.

Avril and Linda had advised Yollanda to warm up these newbies gently at first. She began spanking rapidly but only just hard enough to sting. Zoey's moans were still with closed lips but varied in pitch and volume. "Mmm. MMMM! Mmmmmm."

Yollanda paused and looked at the bare bottom and light brown thighs arranged over her own paler skin. The cheeks were suffused with red, and she looked at the other women for confirmation. Avril nodded, and Zoey began to receive a firm relentless spanking. Her mouth opened and she began a continuous gasping, punctuated by "Oh"s and "Aah"s.

Involuntarily, she began squirming her hips, but this meant her pubis was rubbing on Yollanda's thigh. And Zoey was already worried that her excitement might be visible, especially this soon. She made herself stay still, and clenched every muscle she had in her pelvic region. But the experience wasn't all pleasure. Her first spanking was hurting her, there was no doubt about that - and Zoey wondered if she would be able to take the stronger initiation rituals that lay ahead.



Linda crouched down in front of Zoey and lifted her chin, to see how she was taking her spanking emotionally. Zoey's eyes were closed and her mouth open, a look that could have expressed ecstasy or pain. Linda saw that it was both, and was reassured. Yollanda went on smacking until Zoey's sounds became a high-pitched mewing, then stroked her bottom a few times and told her she could get up.

As Zoey rose, still breathing heavily, she suddenly realised this was her most nervous moment. How obvious would her excitement be? To her relief, there was no damp patch on Yollanda's thigh, but she was still worried that a dark spot would form right away on her own panties when she put them back on. Not daring to look, she moved quickly to replace her vinyl pants as well. Now she was safe from embarrassment - until next time she had to take them down.

"Well done, youngsters!" said Talia, and there was general applause - including from Superbitch, who had enjoyed the spectacle immensely. Talia continued "The next penalty is called 'Hard Instrument Across Knickers'. The loser will get the wooden paddle, in her panties."

"I'm not wearing any panties" said Superbitch. "But this costume is as thin as any underwear you can imagine."

"OK" said Linda, "but it's not fair if you don't have to take anything off at all. You can remove your top instead if you lose". Talia added "And I get to wield the paddle, aren't I lucky?"

"Yes you are" thought Superbitch! Now she was up for another card draw. If she defeated Zoey again, the third penalty would have to be hers. Again she wondered if it would be better to lose now, before the penalty became stronger. But there was no way to affect the result. She and Zoey, who was flushed and still panting, approached the deck of cards...

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 2/8

Linda made a show of some cliche medical tests on Zoey. "Open your mouth wide. Follow my finger with your eyes. Now let me feel your pulse." Her next move was going to be a breast examination, like a check for lumps. Zoey's boobs were a little under average size, and well shaped. As Linda reached for them, she was taken aback. The nipples were clearly erect, this early in the proceedings. "Is it cold in here?" she asked with a grin.

The others stepped forward for a closer look at what Linda was talking about and started chuckling. Zoey blushed crimson. "Don't worry, dear" laughed Talia. "That reaction is a pass, not a fail."

"Yes" said Linda, "I don't think we need any more 'medical tests' for you, Zoey. You may watch as we test your fellow initiate."

As she removed the leggings of her costume, 'Superbitch' had been watching and listening. "That girl didn't even get groped", she thought. Her silken superhero costume was sheer, and she had not worn any panties under it. So she was now half-naked, as ordered, with hands held casually together over her blonde triangle.

"Hands behind your neck, and step over here please, Miss Superbitch" said Linda. The high-placed executive padded across the carpet, her nether regions on show for the five other women in the room. For her too, this Club was a fantasy becoming reality, but she had liked watching Zoey being made to strip more than having to do it herself. She was looking forward most to winning a game and having one of these girls over her knee.

Linda went through her routine of innocuous medical tests as she had with Zoey. "Fine, now up on the table, legs spread wide."

Superbitch hesitated. A gyno routine now, when Zoey was hardly touched? But Avril simply said "Obedience!" to remind her. She sat on the table resignedly, slid back, then raised her knees and placed her feet wide apart on the table surface.



Linda had no real intention of performing a very intrusive examination on this newcomer. Truth be told, the initiate had already done enough to prove she could be submissive. But to be sure, Linda drew her work-superior's labia apart gently with her fingertips, and went "Hmmmm" like a stereotype TV doctor.

The "patient's" eyes went wide at the intimate touch. "My God, if anyone on the board could see me now, playing Doctor!" she thought. "I probably wouldn't be fired unless there were public photos. But I'd never be able to look them in the face again. I'd have to quit!" But the risk involved was part of the thrill, and she had no regrets about being there.

"You may both dress" said Linda. As Superbitch replaced her costume and Zoey put on the black clothes she favoured, Yollanda announced "You've both passed the lack-of-modesty test", and the four founder members applauded.

Avril explained the coming proceedings. "Our club is based on games and luck of the draw, so you won't both have to perform all the tests. For each ritual, the two of you will draw high-card, and the loser will have to endure the test. But if one of you gets two penalties in a row, the other must take the next one. Life has to be a LITTLE bit fair."

Zoey and Superbitch looked at each other and grinned. "May the best woman win, and the other one suffer" said Superbitch. Zoey could only blush again. She recognized a naturally dominant woman when she saw one!

"The ratio of pain to embarrassment will rise with each test" said Avril. "First, the loser must take a hand spanking, with her bottom bare, over the knee of our youngest member, Yollanda."

The college girl gave them a shy smile, and set a pack of cards on the table. "Ace counts as low. Who will draw first?"

Superbitch's thoughts at that moment were "From an executive office suite to bare-bottomed over the lap of someone barely old enough to be an intern? Please, no"! Whereas Zoey was thinking "Yollanda is such a pretty young girl. I'm scared I'll get visibly wet if she spanks me!"

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 2 Part 1

The story so far - In Game 1 a Club for playing games with spanking penalties was founded by:
Avril, a legal secretary and the club's host.
Linda, her neighbour who works in a large company's offices.
Talia, who works on a different floor of the same company.
Yollanda, an 18-year-old college student.
Game 1 part 3 has the full rules of the club.
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Game 2 - "Initiations"

Email from: Talia
To: Avril. Cc: Linda, Yollanda
Subject: Fun last weekend
Dear Avril,
    I hope you can organize another meeting of the Ladies Social Club asap. I stayed awake that night for 2 hours thinking about it, if you know what I mean. I'm looking forward to more games where we get to use more than our hand in the 'final phase', and I can supply some of the tools of the trade.
    Cheers,
    Talia.

From: Avril
To: Talia, Linda, Yollanda.
Subject: Re:Fun last weekend
Talia and friends,
    I'm glad you're all in good health and nobody's 'muscles' are too sore, though I'm sure that three of us need a little break before we meet again. I certainly do - I'm still a little 'sunburnt'. Talia, your offer of equipment is welcome. Of course, I have found a few things around the house, and Linda says she is going to a cane furniture workshop looking for discarded bargains.
    See you soon,
    Avril.

Unsigned memo delivered, sealed, to Linda's and Talia's desks:
Ladies,
    No doubt you are aware that company emails (in and out) are monitored, and your exchange concerning your Social Club was very discreet. Only someone with spanking on their mind would see what your emails were about. Only a senior executive of the firm would be allowed to read them. I happen to be both of these things - and female, 30yo.
    Your little enterprise sounds fascinating and I'd love to join. However, I have too much to lose if I was detected taking part in such naughty and embarrassing activities. I would want to wear a mask and costume, and not use my real name. If this is acceptable, please leave a sealed message marked 'Ladies Social Club' on Linda's desk some time this week, and I will pick it up after everyone goes home.

In a sealed envelope on Linda's desk:
Dear Ms Executive,
    We, the members of the Ladies Social Club, have spoken and we've agreed that we have no objection to your using a mask and a nickname. The 'costume' you mention would very likely have to come off, in part or in full, during the games.
    Attached is a copy of the Club rules. You will note the provision concerning initiation rituals for new members. If you agree to abide by the rules, you will be welcome at our next meeting. 2pm Saturday week at this address...

*****

"Who do you think it is?" Talia asked Linda. "I never have any dealings with the top brass."

"Nor do I. But let's not speculate. This woman deserves her privacy in that sense. Though she won't get any bodily privacy at her initiation, or when she loses a game. I just hope she's not too high and mighty for that!"

"But won't it be great to think we're stripping and spanking one of our bosses?"

"Sure. But she no doubt has fantasies of disciplining her employees, too. And she knows who we are."

Talia chuckled. "If we get bad employee reviews we might find our game penalties are suddenly very hard."

"Avril rang me last night" said Linda. "She's found another new recruit. Her name is Zoey, and she was wearing a black vinyl skirt and a top with the brand name 'Spank' on it. Avril used that to strike up a jokey conversation, and sure enough, Zoey was using the brandname as a statement about herself. She's very keen."

*****

On the appointed Saturday, Avril introduced Zoey to her three colleagues. She had close-cropped and red-dyed hair, and a dusky complexion.

There was a knock at the front door. The party's eyes opened wide when Avril ushered a well-toned blonde in a superhero costume and eye-mask into the lounge room. "You can call me Superbitch" said the newcomer provocatively. "I'll take the mask off now - I just want to make sure nobody can recognize me arriving or leaving."



"Well Superbitch, and Zoey" said Avril, "the first step in your initiation is to check your health to ensure you can withstand our penalties. Linda has some medical training, don't you, Linda?"

Linda was wearing a white medical coat. "Yes I do" she said, grinning to make it clear she didn't expect to be believed. Both initiates guessed that this was a test to make sure they wouldn't refuse to take clothes off, or to be touched intimately.

"Zoey first" Linda continued. "But Superbitch, if that costume is awkward to take off, you'd better start working on it. Just the bottom half, if you please. Get bare from the waist down. Zoey, we'll have those vinyl pants and your top off instead." It was clear that Zoey was bra-less.

The newbies both looked a little quizzical at not being revealed in the same way. "Two things to remember" said Talia. "One, life isn't fair, as the cards or the dice will teach you. Two, you'll have to be obedient when you're the loser of a game."

"And new pledges are de-facto losers" added Yollanda, who had recently pledged a sorority and was disappointed to find that paddles were a thing of the past.

Zoey was feeling sexually excited already. All the girls present had to be at least a little bit bisexual, to enjoy playing such games with other females. But Zoey alone had no interest in men at all. She was a little shy about 'coming out', and her fantasies of being dominated, spanked and looked after by a strong woman were unfulfilled. She had no trouble obeying Linda, and stripped to her sky-blue panties.