So I'm with my friend Sharon and we're going to this weird club she found. So we
get to the door and the bouncer is this really tall blonde Aryan Soldier chick. 
She looks us up and down and says,"well, you on the left can come in, but I'm
afraid you're going to have to stay out."  She points to Sharon.  Sharon looks at
the woman, and we turn to go, when the woman has a change of heart.  "All right,
you two can come in, don't look so downtrodden...."  She gives us a smile that is
at once patronizing and a bit evil.

So we go in.


"That's right, you little slut-whore.  I want you to cry for me. DO IT!" She
punctuates her words with a swat on my already burning ass with that wooden
paddle she holds. She pauses the paddling to reach between my legs and tug at my
pubic hair.  Shen runs one long finger down my slit. "You're one wet bitch." She
says, "Submission is good for you."  Then another swat on my upper thigh.

I look over to my left; there, tied to two rings on the wall, is Sharon, her eyes
wide at the display my punishment must make. Her long dark hair is clinging to
her body, which is damp with sweat. I can see her hands clenching and
unclenching, helpless in the straps. Then my tormenter lets her paddle fall on my
ass again and I close my eyes as I yelp.

"Come on," she says, "Let me hear you cry! I want to see tears!"  She rubs my
pussy a little, then slowly slids two fingers into me, one at a time.  She gives
an amused chuckle that I grind my ass towards her. I can feel her rubbing back
and forth inside me. Then, keeping her fingers inside me, she hits me again with
that wooden paddle.

I pull against the restraints.  The leather straps around my wrists hold tight
against my skin, and are secured to a short pole in the floor, keeping me bent
over for her paddle.  My ankles are secured individually to rings set into the
carpeted floor.

She lets her fingers slip from me and stands back, watching me struggle to free
myself, perhaps enjoying the way my body looks while she punishes me. I'm still
not crying, but my ass hurts dreadfully, and being naked in front of her and my
friend has left me feeling humiliated beyond anything I've ever felt before.

"You're not CRYING!" She says, almost gleefully, and steps forward to put some
weight into a fury of swats at my tortured behind. I cry out with each one, and
then finally break into sobs.  She continues to hit me, harder and harder, and
soon I'm helplessly crying, begging her to stop, telling her I'll do anything if
she'll just stop for a moment.

It seems like forever, but she stops eventually, and stands close against me.  I
can feel her cool skin against my burning body.  She reaches around me with one
hand to run it down my breasts and across my stomach. I'm too subdued to writhe
away from her anymore.

"That's better, she coos into my ear.  Her breath tickles. Her hand strokes me
slowly, and, my breath and tears slowing, I can feel myself becoming more
aroused.  Apparently she can sense it too, as she strokes around my now erect
nipples. She has the smooth touch of a woman who's touched other women before,
and I wonder how many other women she has dominated at this pole. Her hands
travel lower, stroking my stomach and my sides.

My tears have completely stopped now, and her hands are filling me with a glow, a
tingling need for her fingers. She kisses the back of my neck.  Then she traces
around my clit, my breath coming in short gasps until she finally touches it, and
I come in a long shuddering moan.

"That's your only come tonight, slut." She says, "I hope you enjoyed it."

I say nothing, until with a twist of my nipple, she elicts a response. "Did you?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much." I say.  Even I can hear the submission in my
voice.