Chapter 1

It was still not a time when domination had taken over the world, but many strikes at the lifestyle had gone from Genesis to reality. From Alpha to Omega no longer was domme lifestyle enthusiast frittered off to unsatisfying role-play parties. Instead, of red once a month the desired color of paddled behinds, gated, private enclaves had popped up ... In fact the concept especially in Florida had grown, so rapidly the need for a USP, Unique Selling Proposition. You know sell the ‘sizzle’ not the steak! And, while many clothing optional, kink private adult communities already existed and butt’s sizzled regularly within the confines of the gates, there was a longing for something more special that heightened the experience and the 24/7 Domme lifestyle. The homeowners tired of losing the spankers and spankees to ritzier, snazzier and more spacious gated, gold plated fixtures along with marble tubs and sinks longed for a new leader with an idea and actual plan to top like-minded, behind centered villages once again. It was far time for outside the box thinking to restore the once known adoration of the salad days of heritage kink site.

At this time some context here is needed to put into proper prospective how the battle, skin vs. skin, community vs. village all private and surrounded by high gates of several styles ... came about. Once there were three domme enthusiasts who liked to bare adult bottoms and paddle them to a rich red glow. One an owner of a short-line railroad with a spur to a clapboard mill village located in drained swampland who’s owner was also a practitioner and art collector and one a founder of Florida Power and Light now merged with CP&L he made sure a generator station which was state of the art and would handle enormous resort style when needed hopefully as the resort developed and became the landmark adult only private spanking village in all of America. Each contributed fortunes, but not what would be considered mass fortunes. Families were not keen on all their money going for their dad’s and husband’s pet perv project, as they misrepresented it.

The community was used to sunny side butts up and adult women of all ages submissively undress like before they would only have been seen in the privy. In its salad days in the late seventies and eighties much like the discos that flourished with brash loud colors, leather-smell couches and bar stools and fur lined bar sides, Sunny Side Up was a spankers dream and a spankees cream! The private gate community flourished as plenty of green kept the village homes sold out and long waiting list on tap. Celebrities, financial moguls along with their spanked secretaries couldn’t wait to get their hands on one the mill houses of clapboard construction. They were quaint, let’s face it they were small, but also cozy. The train let you off and you were hustled in through the black wrought iron gates, then it was a quick skip and walk over the moat, really a wide stream which surrounded the mill community. It was a nostalgic throwback from the days for the textile mill to carry the goods to the different buildings before transported far and wide throughout Florida, Georgia, The Carolinas, Northeast and Midwest and Chicago the nations handler of railroads. None of it would have been possible without the short line railroad spur which ran from Tampa to Sunny side Up as it had ran for over a hundred years to present. “All aboard,” the conductors’ baritone voice boomed out into the night sky from the caboose at the back of the train cars. Yes, we refused to go modern with an electronic-base car counter attached to the last rail car. Besides our caboose was red just like we liked to keep many of our adult bottoms of all ages!

A little about how Sunny Side Up differed from our Florida kink-private homeowner community counterparts, I think at this time is in order. For example we the homeowner’s elected board that direct the private kink community would never assume to know what is best for other like communities. For example at Sunny Manor the collar is prominently used and required along with butt plugs with rfd technology to be worn, cheeks spread and purchases recorded like a TRW cumbersome, esoteric and dated. On the other hand we have taken a fresh approach. The board thinks the hand is suited for identification. An advanced ‘mood ring’ is to be worn on the left, third finger by the submissive. The anklet was nixed because it would be too hard to bend down to see it and wrist manacle and the the waist band chain would both spoil the nude model beauty no matter the body type and prevent owner’s individual creativity, a hallmark of Sunny Side Up. So after careful thought and consideration of body placement the advanced mood ring was chosen with an added feature that made it unique which will become apparent later.

Most Surprisingly of all some of the ‘old farts’ have mentioned an ‘ABP’ Authenticator Butt Plug, but that was quickly poo-pooed for having to have the submissive bend over, reach back and spread her cheeks for the chip on the T-Part head facing out to be read by the bar code reader. However, as time goes by the USP, ‘ Unique Smell Plug’ which even after bathed in rose water when reinserted don’t pass the gas test for very long.may very well be re-visited where very red butts could be opened and identified in parts of the amusement park which when assembled will not allow the ‘mood rings to be worn in their traditional manner. Still, let me not get ahead of myself.

Besides, behinds were a place for creativity where one could display, clear, (anal inside) that vivid pink, a place setter plug or a butt plug punishment doughnut. Again this third type of plug will be discussed and demonstrated later as well., We, see the anal opening as most personable and open to the whims of the dominant hole on the human body. Open-airy or filled to the max the.variations of bun fun in public were fun to watch! All in all we found this codicil a prettier solution and more pleasing to the eye while still denoting rightful ownership. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Dommes Sunny Side Up

I quickly pulled up my rather tight slacks and bikini-cut panties deciding the humiliation of what Tim had just done to me was best left our secret. As my former high school friend both of us now in our early twenties were sales associate at The Naughty Corsette inside the grounds of the private village Sunny Side Up.

I went over and hugged Van. Suddenly she flinched and pulled away straightening and adjusted her melon in color orange dress across her bottom to project a more businesslike manner.

“Ah you’re upset, Jan because my dad’s your boss and I can make you take a spanking from me too?”

“Well, yeah my butt is already awfully sore, Van?”

“What you need is something to wipe that little girl pout off your face, so pull in that lower lip, young lady!”

Van pulled a wooden chair with no arms to the center of the room, sat down smoothing the knees of his slacks in preparation for Jan’s upcoming lap ride.

“Let’s go sir, pull your green slacks down and get over my lap.”

I hesitated and my friend/boss was not happy, yet displayed a strange hint of a smile. “Pull your slacks down now young lady. You’re getting spanked on your bare bottom because you hesitated to follow my orders, so let’s get those bikini panties down as well, now!” ^^^^^^^^ I undid my paddle, opened my green pants. “Zzipp” I unzipped my pants and tugged them down off my bottom. Reluctantly I complied as Van patted his red and blue plaid dress slacks, his lap. I lowered myself over his inviting polyester-clad legs, although I knew their allure would soon lead me to pain.