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After finishing the drink, she left the empty glass on the bar and wandered over to the far back of the club. She passed the DJ station, pumping out loud, thumping music and the Leather Lounge area, which was mostly for gay men—Tops and their twinks.
There was a couple in there now—a big, hairy man in his forties with a beard down to his chest and fur on his shoulders and broad back. He had a thin, pale man who looked to be no older than twenty, bent over a padded leather bench. The twink had his leather shorts around his ankles and the Bear was fondling his balls while the twink made high-pitched moaning sounds.
Addison passed them by and poked her head into the room on the far right. This was an area the club had only recently created and it was one reason she had joined. The Age Play room was made up like a little girl’s bedroom—in fact, it didn’t look that different from Addison’s bedroom in her apartment.
There was a twin bed with pink sheets and a lacy coverlet. There were even a few bedtime stories scattered around that a Daddy could read to hislittle. Opposite the bed was the punishment corner—a broad leather chair without arms was set up next to a rack of instruments including hairbrushes, paddles, and riding crops. Here a stern but loving Daddy Dom could take hislittleover his knee and spank her to make her behave if she was acting bratty.
Addison stood there for a long moment, looking at the Age Play room with longing. There was no one in there at the moment—there rarely was. She wished she could find a Daddy who would be willing to tuck her into bed and read to her and also to spank her when she was naughty. But since there was no one here, she might as well move on.
With a longing sigh, she left the empty room and made her way across the club to the spanking and punishment area, which was much bigger. There were several St. Andrew’s crosses set up on either end as well as some leather padded spanking benches. There were rows of implements hanging all over the walls from riding crops to floggers to canes.
Addison shivered when she saw a slight blonde sub being caned at one of the crosses—that was exactly what shedidn’twant to go through again!
Never should have allowed that asshole to tie me up in the first place!she told herself. But she’d been so needy that night—almostdesperateto submit. And it had all happened sofast.He?—
“Hey, I know you.”
Addison turned to find a tall man with black and blue tattoos running up both arms staring down at her. He was wearing tight leather trousers and a predatory grin and he had long, tangled brown hair that looked like it needed to be washed.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the CHUDWA Dom who had beaten her so badly.
“Sure—you’re the fat little bitch who ran away from me just when things were heating up last time,” he exclaimed and frowned at her. “But why are you dressed like that? Where’s your hot schoolgirl outfit? Gotta tell you, this thing here…” He made a gesture at her lacy green dress. “Isn’t really doing it for me. Can’t see your tits.”
Addison stepped back from him.
“Get away from me,” she said tightly.
“What? Hey, why are you being like that?” He frowned. “I thought we had fun last time.”
“Youmight have had fun—Ididn’t.” Addison took another step away. “You hit mewaytoo hard and you completely ignored my safe word!”
“Ah, who needs a safe word?” He shrugged, his tattooed shoulders rolling. “Takes all the fun out of it if you can stop at any time. Besides, youwantedto get your ass beat—that’s what you came here for, right? And Igaveyou what you wanted. So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” Addison said furiously. “You’re just some clueless asshole who’spretendingto be a Dom. ArealDom knows that every scene needs to be safe, sane and consensual. You don’t get that, so I won’t be playing with you ever again.”
She turned to go—only to feel his hand curl around her arm.
“Oh, so I’m justpretending,huh?” He snarled, glaring down at her. “Well, let’s see if we can’t make itreal.What do you say?”
And he dragged her over to a nearby spanking bench and pushed her across it.
“Oof!” Addison gasped as the padded bench connected with her midsection, knocking the wind out of her. She started to struggle, but the asshole was holding her down—one big hand fisted around the nape of her neck as he pushed her down over the bench.
“Just hold still so I can teach you a lesson, you little bitch!” she heard him snarl. Cutting her eyes to one side, she saw he was holding a long, wooden switch in his other hand.
Her eyes widened as she took in the implement. It didn’t look like anything he’d gotten from the club—it looked like an actual switch he had cut from a tree or a bush outside. It was long and flexible and there were still a few leaves clinging to it. Worse, there were sharp looking thorns poking out from all sides.
What did he do—go cut a branch off a rose bush? That thing is going to hurt!
She redoubled her struggles as he pulled up the back of her dress and yanked down her panties.
“Let me go! I donotconsent to this!”
“Well, it wouldn’t be much fun if you did, would it?” The asshole Dom gave her a toothy grin which revealed a dead, gray tooth at the top of his mouth. Then he hauled back and switched her, as hard as he could.
“Ow!” Addison gasped as the switch connected with her ass. The welts and bruises he’d put on her last time were barely healed and her flesh was still extremely tender. So when the sharp thorns ripped into her skin, itreallyhurt.
It wasn’t a good pain either—the kind she felt when she knew she was safe with the Dom who was punishing her. This was sharp and jagged and completely unwanted. She didn’t trust this guy—didn’t even like him! He had no right to hurt her this way—she hadn’t given him permission, hadn’t laid any ground rules for the scene—he had just grabbed her and started hitting!
