8. Aubrey
Aubrey
T aylor started walking again and I jogged to catch up, my eyes scanning the ground for cigarette butts and other pieces of wayward trash.
“How do you teach them to be good girls?” I couldn’t resist asking, oddly fascinated by her words.
“Sometimes I take them over my knee and spank them. Maybe with my hand, or a hairbrush or even a ruler,” Taylor said casually, as if she was talking about going grocery shopping. “Sometimes I tie them up and give them a nice flogging or use a paddle. Sometimes I tease them until they’re dying for an orgasm, until their entire body is shaking with the need to come, but as a punishment I won’t let them have a release. No matter how much they beg.”
My mouth dropped open so wide I was surprised that I didn’t swallow a bug. For some reason her words were arousing. I felt the same excitement I felt right before someone kissed me for the first time. Or when I read a spicy scene in one of my favorite books.
“Do you mean BDSM?” I asked quietly, looking around to make sure we were alone. “Are you saying you’re one of those… dominatrix people?”
“That’s right.”
Oh my God. I didn’t think things like this happened in real life.
“Do you have a red room where you whip people like that creepy billionaire in the movies?”
I couldn’t say for sure what I hoped her answer would be to that question.
Taylor laughed. “God no. I belong to a place called Club Surrender. It’s a BDSM club for self-identified women. Light BDSM, nothing hard core. It’s a place where women can explore their kinky sides without being harassed by men and their alpha energy.”
“There’s a place like that here in Seattle?” I asked, fascinated.
“Yes.”
“So is it all lesbians who go there?”
I was assuming that Taylor was a lesbian since she’d kissed me. But then again, I’d always thought I was straight, and I kissed her back. I’d also been having naughty fantasies about her ever since.
“No. A lot of straight women come to the club because it’s a safe space. And of course lesbians, bisexuals, trans women, Club Surrender welcomes them all,” she explained. “Getting off sexually is a part of many people’s experience, but it’s not required. A lot of people just want a good flogging to release tension or clear their heads.”
My heart was pounding so hard now I was surprised Taylor didn’t hear it.
“Wow. I thought people who were… into that… needed to be kinky in order to get off or something.”
“Some people can find it sexually arousing, like myself. It depends on the submissive and situation,” Taylor explained. “But I also like to have vanilla sex. For me, BDSM is just another option for spicing things up, although I do know some people who can’t enjoy sex without kink.”
We were both quiet for the next fifteen minutes or so while I absorbed everything that Taylor told me. I’d always been fascinated with the idea of being spanked. I’d hinted around about it a few times with one of my ex-boyfriends but either he wasn’t into it or he didn’t understand what I wanted. Instead I’d contented myself with reading BDSM romance or watching the occasional spanking video on one of the porn sites.
Was BDSM as hot in real life as it was in my imagination? The idea of trying it in real life was irresistible. I rolled the idea around in my head nonstop for the rest of the day, too nervous to say anything to Taylor about it until right before we left.
After the deputy released us for the day, I followed Taylor to her car and gave her back the plastic poncho she’d shared with me. Then I took a deep breath and mumbled the words that would change my life.
“About that spanking…”
Taylor stilled. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I looked up at her. My old high school nemesis was studying me carefully, her expression carefully blank.
“You want a spanking?” she asked, her voice soft but firm. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, then shook my head, then nodded again.
“I, um, I’ve had some fantasies about it.”
Taylor nodded once, then held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”
Without hesitation I obeyed. She tapped the screen a few times, then I heard her phone beep from inside her jacket pocket.
“You will come with me to the club tonight,” she said in a cold, firm voice. “I’ll email you instructions, including what to wear and what to do when you get there. Obey me exactly and you’ll get what you need.”
And there went my panties. She’d managed to turn me on with only three sentences.
When I didn’t respond, Taylor’s hand shot out and she pinched the skin at my waist. Even through the fabric of my shirt I felt a bite of pain that made me squeak. And heightened my excitement.
“First lesson. When I give you instructions, you will say ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘yes Mistress’, do you understand?”
My eyes dropped to the ground again. “Yes ma’am.”
I couldn’t say why I obeyed her order, but something inside me compelled me to do it and I didn’t want to examine that too closely right now.
“Good girl.”
The satisfaction in her voice filled me with pride.
“I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I’d been home for about thirty minutes when the text from Taylor came. My mind had been racing nonstop, wondering what would happen tonight if she followed through with her invite. Or if she’d blow me off.
Taylor: Confirming that you’re still going to join me at Club Surrender tonight?
Aubrey: Yes
Aubrey: Ma’am.
Taylor: Are you sure this is what you want?
Aubrey: Yes ma’am.
Taylor: I can bring you in on a guest pass, but you need to fill out some paperwork. Follow this link, it’s an invite only for you. Answer all the questions and press submit. I’ll review it before we play together tonight.
Taylor: There are questions about hard and soft limits. If you don’t know what something is or you’re not sure if you want to try it, just check ‘unsure’ and we’ll discuss it.
Aubrey: OK.
Taylor: Meet me there at 8 pm. Wear a short skirt that’s loose fitting but otherwise wear whatever you’re comfortable in. You likely won’t keep it on for long anyway.
I started choking on my own spit as I read and re-read the text. Was Taylor saying we were going to have sex? I wasn’t sure that I was up for that, although I couldn’t deny that I was inexplicably attracted to her. More attracted to her than I’d ever been to a man, if I was being honest.
As if she read my mind, another text came through.
Taylor: Tonight, there’s only punishment, no intimacy. Nakedness makes that easier, and it’s a sign of submission. I will settle for nothing less than your total submission. I’ll see you at 8. Don’t be late.
Aubrey: Yes ma’am.