Chapter 1: The First Meeting

We were both nervous. Two middle-aged, married lovers who finally had decided to try something new. He always had a fetish side. She was always a pure vanilla. His name was Bill, hers Debbie. Both were in their mid 50s, and had been happily married for over 30 years.

One day about six months ago, after a long argument about Bill spending too much time on internet porn sites, Bill acquiesced. In a fit of passion, he finally yelled, "Well, OK, then. If you hate it so much, 'Spank me!' If it will make you feel better, then spank me!" Also in a fit of passion, Marion immediately marched into the kitchen, grabbed a spatula, and returned. She immediately sat down and said "OK, big boy. Drop your pants and get over my lap!" This was the last thing that he expected, but the die was cast. And, thus began their experiment in the world of sensual spanking. By the time she was done, they were both naked and horny as hell. By the end of the evening he had a sore butt and she had a sore pussy.

That began their trip into the world of fetish lovemaking. Together they began reading the various sites dealing with spanking and other fetish lovemaking lifestyles. And, they even included Domestic Discipline into their lifestyle, with her in control and him on the receiving end. He got spanked every time he broke a household rule. And, now all discipline sessions began with both of them naked. And, Bill was also required to thank her afterwards — with his tongue. After each session, he was required to service Debbie orally as a thank you. Sex usually followed, but that decision was always hers. She was always in control.

Then, one day when they were browsing the internet, they came across a Spanking Yahoo! Group. They had always talked about possibly adding a third or fourth person to their playtime activities, but never had the nerve to follow through on those thoughts. The more they read about the spanking group, the more they realized that there were many others in their fair city who had the same desires--Spanking as foreplay. Suddenly they both began to wonder if talking to others would give them some ideas. Finally, they saw it: An open invitation to the monthly meeting of the local Spanking group. It was always held in a hotel on a three day weekend. And, the next meeting was next weekend. They both decided to give it a try.

Debbie was always the top, Bill was always the bottom. Never reversed. But, they also agreed that Debbie might want to try the bottom if they met the right person. With that in mind, they walked into the room. There were tables everywhere. Actually, the room was set up like a restaurant — with a bar along one wall. But, there were a few extras, too. In the front of the room there was a spanking bench in one corner, and a St. Andrews Cross in another. In the middle was a large, straight-backed chair. Most of the tables were filled with people — some young, some older, some male, some female, some couples, and some singles. All talking and having a good time.

Suddenly, Debbie spotted the registration desk. They explained that they were new to the club, and would like to give it a try. The couple manning the desk both had red name tags. They explained that the name tags also identified your spanking preference. Blue signified a top, red a bottom, and green for a switch. They also explained that there were some unwritten rules that said anyone alone is considered available. But, if two people were together, then they should be treated likewise. So, anyone wanting to experiment with a new partner really needs to roam around the room alone. And, the Number One Rule is "No Means No!" No exceptions. Once you are told no, you must move on.

With that in mind, Debbie placed her blue nametag over her left breast while Bill placed a red one on his chest. They spotted a vacant table, and decided to set and observe. They went and got a couple of drinks from the bar, then sat down at the vacant table to watch. Suddenly, a couple of people walked up on stage and walked over to the spanking bench. He was carrying a paddle. She was only wearing a sexy, black string bikini style bra and tong panty set. And, the sting in the back of the tong was buried between her cheeks, leaving her ass totally naked.

A second look revealed that she was one of the ladies working at the registration desk. He introduced himself as the club president, and she was his girlfriend. Suddenly he yelled "How Many?" The crowd yelled back "20!" She immediately laid face down on the spanking bench and positioned her naked ass towards the crowd. The spanking bench had handcuffs attached to the legs, and he attached them to her ankles and wrists.

"Count Off!" He yelled.

Suddenly Debbie and Bill heard WHACK! as the paddle struck her white butt.

"One!" she exclaimed.

WHACK!

"Two" she shouted.

Her ass was getting a rosy red color now.

WHACK!

"Three!" she shouted.

Suddenly, another couple appeared at their table, and introduced themselves as Ron and Marion. Both appeared to be in their 50s, and Marion was sporting a blue nametag while Ron wore a red one.

As the paddling continued near in the front of the room, Marion asked if they were new to the club. Bill explained that this indeed was their first visit to the club. Marion explained that they have been coming for about a year, but she found very few couples where the lady was the top. Debbie began to blush. She was delighted to find another couple who might possibly tell them about their relationship, but she also was shy in front of strangers. The thought of baring her sole to another suddenly scared her.

Marion explained that they were a true Female dominant couple. She explained that they do use Domestic Disciple as part of their lifestyle, and that she never bottoms to anyone. Ron, on the other hand is a pure bottom. He has never spanked her or any other woman. He has, however, spanked and been spanked by other men — always upon her orders. Then, Marion shocked both Bill and Debbie by telling them that Ron also has been forced to perform orally on other men.

That admission shocked Debbie. Her face was not redder than the lady's butt up on stage. But, she looked at her husband and got shocked again. She looked at his face and his eyes were as big as saucers. He had a grin on his face. Then she looked as his lap and saw a tent in his pants. He was definitely turned on by this talk. She suddenly got afraid of where this discussion was heading.