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?”
“Yes. I understand and agree.”
She explained everything to the audience again, in French, and then she bent over the chair, her shiny leather pants stretched tight over her ass.
Moment of truth, Tori the Torrid, I told myself. Are you a good girl or are you a bad girl?
I rubbed the back of her thigh as she had done to me, then gave her a gentle spank.
The ladies watching murmured to each other, and I saw one of them cupping her hands.
My hand was tingling, as I'd forgotten my technique and had it completely flat. I cupped my hand slightly, and the next spank had a much juicier sound.
Our audience squealed.
I spanked Celine a couple more times, trying to get maximum sound with a soft strike. The room got really quiet, and all that could be heard was the spanking and the soft sounds of the woman moaning. My body was electric, all my senses sharp. I felt like anything could happen if I kept going.
That's enough, said the voice in my head.
I stepped back, put my hands on my h*ps and said, “Wow, that was nifty.”
Celine got up from her bent-over position, her cheeks flushed and lovely. “Nifty? Sure.” She smiled and gave me a warm smile, which made me feel better about being a total dork and treating her rump like bongo drums. “You did well,” she said.
Next up, Celine herded us around the dungeon on a tour of the more complex equipment, including some restraints and a swinging chair that looked fun. After some small talk, we all wandered back upstairs to the main shop.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it could have been half an hour. My pulse quickened as I imagined Claude walking in and looking for me because I'd taken longer than the half hour I'd mentioned. I rushed around the store, grabbing some lingerie that looked cute and close enough to my size. I grabbed a bunch of adult toys, including a thing that looked like a jellyfish. As I was piling my things up at the counter, I spotted some cute purple dresses. Upon closer examination, I discovered they were vinyl and transparent.
“Who doesn't need one of these?” I said as I added a vinyl dress to my pile.
The androgynous person with multiple face piercings who was ringing through my things gave me a reassuring smile. I did not feel reassured.
“Are you in our customer database?” they asked.
“I should think not.”
My joke hung in the air with no reaction.
I realized how rude my joke might have seemed, so I quickly said, “I'm from out of town.”
The cashier grinned, revealing even more piercings. “Hotel sex is the best sex.”
“So I hear. I'd sure like to find out.”
My purchases were tucked away into discreet bags. “I think you might get lucky. Definitely wear the dress.”
As we loaded the new things into the car, Claude averted his eyes when my toys wiggled and jiggled out of the small bag like escaping aquarium fish.
We drove back to the hotel in silence.
The Hotel Le St. James welcomed me, and I was relieved to be in the air conditioned lobby after just a few moments outside. I pressed the button for the private elevator up to the room and stared at my fingers, thinking about getting a manicure. As the doors opened with a mechanical whoosh that sounded a thousand times more elegant than any other elevator doors I'd encountered, I pondered how quickly I'd adapted to luxury.