"No!" I leaned over the chair and stuck my butt in the air.
"Good girl," she said. Good girl? Why did that particular phrase always make me feel so bad?
What the hell I was doing, volunteering to get spanked in public?
I was the girl who talked the talk, who sent filthy text messages from my friends' phones on their behalf. My friends called me Torrid Tori, but it was all for laughs. I was the girl who joked about spankings and threesomes with my friends Rochelle and Naomi, but I didn't do those things.
Celine was still talking, and I had to slow down my thoughts so I could understand her words. She was talking about BDSM, explaining that permission, consent, and trust were the most important aspects, more important than the props.
I thought back to Smith chasing me down in the woods and the rough sex that had ensued. We hadn't discussed anything, not in advance or after. Tsk tsk. Celine would give us a failing grade for our play time.
Celine checked in with me again, got confirmation of my consent, then massaged me on the fleshy part mid-way between my h*ps and thighs.
She said, "After a light preparation of the area, you'll want to cup your hands like this. Too flat and your hand will sting. Don't cup your hand deeply like you're holding water, but a light cupping will help make a nice noise, like this."
And then, the strange lady in the leather pants gave me a very polite slap on the ass. My blue dress was a thin material, and her firm hand made a satisfying noise.
She continued, "What a nice sound. This is part of the spanking, with the sound helping to engage all the senses."
Celine checked in with me again, then demonstrated how to increase the sensation, with a level one being a feather-light touch, and higher numbers being the type to redden the bottom quickly. She gave me a couple of swats at a level three.
I moaned out loud, surprised by how pleasurable the experience was. Some of the women gathered around tittered, and I heard a touch of envy in their voices. I licked my lips, thinking about how nice it would be to spank a girl's ass. I'd enjoyed spanking Smith on his naughty butt, yet women's asses were so pleasantly soft and heart shaped.
Celine switched things up, literally, by moving to a leather riding crop. She said, "Despite what you may have seen in Hollywood movies, I wouldn't recommend a bull whip. They're designed for cattlemen to use herding large animals. Even if you have your own large animal in the form of a husband-" the ladies enjoyed this joke "-you're likely to knock over a lamp or whip yourself in the eye. Start with something you can handle, and remember that the best prop is your attitude."
Everyone murmured in agreement, including me. Yes, attitude was a great prop, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw plenty of other intriguing options along the purple-hued walls.
Smith had said he was saving his sexual energy for his novel, but I had my own ideas. Nothing made me want something more than being told I couldn't have it, and he should have known better.
The game was going to change.
Celine kept spanking me with different implements, including a wooden spoon, but what I liked the most was her cool hand on my backside. I kept sneaking glimpses back at her, thinking about spanking her bottom, and getting myself even more turned on. The woman was wearing the hell out of her leather pants and sparkling bustier, and looked cute and sexy, leaning over with her cle**age on display. My hand would smack that black-leather ass so good.
Too soon, she patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for volunteering.
I stood up, my head buzzing with excitement, and a pleasant pressure building between my legs. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to Smith. Oh, Smith. With that hard body and his sweet, golden trail running down his abdomen.
Celine fixed me with her dark eyes, so unreadable and sensuous. "Would you like to try some light spanking on me? The best part is turning it around on someone, because you're able to imagine how they are feeling. Some people prefer to be submissive, others dominant, but as long as it's consensual and respectful, lots of couples like to mix it up."
"Oh." I could feel my cheeks flushing. Thinking about spanking a woman's ass and actually doing it were two different things.
Granny Ball Torture squinted at me like she was trying to read my mind.
"Sure, I'd love to," I said to Celine.
"Good." She gave me a sly smile that made me feel more than comfortable. I felt cool. It was just us women down there in the basement, and I was grooving on the goddess energy, I suppose, because I felt like I might do anything Celine suggested.
"As before, we won't get too complicated," Celine said. "If you and a partner are doing a scene, I'd recommend using a safe word you both agree upon, but you don't have to over-think it. For today, we'll continue to use stop as our safe word. Tori, you may spank me in front of everyone, and if I start to feel overwhelmed or unsafe, I'll say stop. Sound good?"