“I’m still nervous about this, Sally,” Austin admitted as he waited for Sally to finish dressing in preparation for going to the ‘Open Chair’ theme night at the club.

“I am, too, Sweetie! I promise we won’t do anything if either of us doesn’t want to, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied, smiling at the use of her new pet name for him.

He was still self-conscious about using the one she’d selected for her, ‘Baby.’ They’d decided on them during their impromptu picnic that salacious Saturday they’d worked almost two weeks ago. They’d spent the afternoon lying on a blanket in the partial shade of a large tree.

When the subject of the themed event at the club came up, Sally helped to convince him with her hand in his shorts, jerking him off in plain view of many distant park visitors, saying it wouldn’t be so different at the club where the people would show little or no interest in their play. When he came all over his bare belly, she wiped it up with a napkin, then used it to wipe her mouth with an impish smile.

Austin returned the favor with his hand up her skirt, fingering her still-bare pussy. She’d drawn the line at him, putting his head up her skirt to lick her, so when she came, he licked his sticky fingers clean, making quite a show of it with his tongue wrapping around his fingers, making sure he got every drop of her in his mouth.

That ended the picnic abruptly as Sally now wanted his tongue in her slit more than anything, and though they’d intended to continue at her home, she couldn’t wait. Loading their things in the back of her small SUV, she looked around the parking lot, climbed in, pulled her skirt all the way up, and spread her legs. Austin, knowing she wouldn’t be denied, bent over the tailgate and buried his face in her humid crotch, licking her writhing pussy till she came twice, the second time with Sally’s hands pressing his face into her seething snatch.

Austin reflected on her demonstration at that picnic as he prepared himself mentally for the club.

They arrived soon after it opened, taking Jewel’s comment to heart about activities taking a little while to get started and hoping it would give them time to get comfortable with the situation. There were already three other couples there, two of whom were seated and the other putting their names on the clipboard for their turn.

‘Here we go!’ their eyes said to each other as they sat at an empty table, not comfortable yet with mingling, but they weren’t alone for long as the couple at the clipboard came right to them.

“Hi! I’m Carrie, and this is Mark!”

“Oh! Hi! Sally and Austin,” Sally replied.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you new to the club?”

“Yes. First time! And we’re a bit nervous!”

“Of course you are! We were too our first time, but we got into the swing of things the second time. Who’s the naughty one?” she asked, cleverly sorting them out when Sally raised her hand sheepishly. “Mark’s been trying my patience all day, so he knows he’s gonna get a good spanking tonight!”

“Do you like having people watch you?” Austin asked.

“Well, Mark loves being over my knee, having his hiney spanked, but he says having others witness it provides some additional flavor. It was Mark’s idea originally, so I did it just for him, but I get into it now as well! And the club was a godsend once our kids were old enough to question those strange noises coming from the bedroom.”

“Is it just spankers here?” Austin asked, his uneasiness still showing.

“Pretty much. There’s sometimes a single just watching or maybe waiting for an offer to play, but this is a tame crowd compared to the others in the club. We don’t go in for all that bondage and torture stuff, so this is the only event we come to.”

“How many times have you been?” Sally asked, then added, “I’m sorry! We’re peppering you with questions. We should leave you alone and let you enjoy yourselves!”

“Not at all! We asked tons of questions our first time, and even after we’d been a few times, right, Mark?” she said, finally drawing her silent partner into the conversation.

“Yeah. It’s been a couple of dozen times, at least, and we’re still learning! Carrie only used her hand and sometimes a hairbrush before we came here, but now she has a whole bunch of implements that we tried here first. When I’m in the right mood, I like the flogger!”

“Yes, but you’re not going to have the pleasure of the flogger tonight, are you, baby?” she said as he averted his eyes from her gaze. “I’ll start with my hand, but you’ll get a heavy dose of the hairbrush before our twenty minutes are up!”

“You get twenty minutes in the chair?” Austin asked.

“Up to twenty, but you can stop any time you like. If Mark doesn’t behave himself over my knee tonight, he knows I’ll sign up for another twenty with the paddle! Have you put your names on the signup sheet?”

“Not yet,” Sally replied.

“That’s fine! Don’t feel pressured. No one will think less of you if you just sit and watch! Ooo! Looks like things are about to get underway! C’mon, Mark! I want to sit up front! See you later?” she asked as they moved to a table closer to the chair.

“Shall I put our names on the list?” Austin asked. “I’m sure we’re not committed to anything, but at least we’ll have a place in line?” Sally nodded, and Austin went to the signup sheet. “We’re fourth, right after Carrie and Mark!” he said when he returned.

The crowd hadn’t grown much by the time Jewel stood up front to welcome the attendees.

“Hello, spankers and all you naughty boys and girls! Welcome to ‘Open Chair’ night. Before we all start smacking each other’s bottoms, let me remind you of a few rules,” Jewel said and read off a list highlighting the ‘No means no!’ rule, the standard safeword, ‘Red,’ and the no sex rule. “I’m sure you’re all anxious to get started, so I’ll kick things off with Jason!” she said as Jason took the chair and turned it sideways before sitting. “I’ve been a very naughty girl, and Jason’s been threatening for days to give me a good spanking!”

Making quite a show of lifting her short skirt to reveal her cheeky red panties, Jewel lay herself in Jason’s lap with her bottom facing the audience. Seconds later, the air was filled with the sound of Jason’s hand smacking Jewel’s large, bouncy butt at a quick, steady pace.

Austin and Sally looked aghast as the crowd called out to them, encouraging Jason and scolding Jewel …

 ‘Give it to her good, Jason!’

‘Make her naughty bottom match those red panties!’

‘I bet your bottom’s stinging plenty now, Jewel!’

“Don’t worry!” Carrie said, leaning back in her chair. “They only do that with people they know like it!”

That settled that bit of nervousness, but they had plenty to spare. This was more than just a risk of getting caught. Seeing Jewel over Jason’s knee somehow made it all the more real than their imaginations had permitted. Though, if they were honest, they were both quite aroused at watching and even a little at the prospect of participating.

“Oh no! Please, daddy! Don’t paddle me!” Jewel cried out in mock protest as Jason grabbed a round wooden paddle sized perfectly for Jewel’s ample cheeks.

The sounds of spanking, hand on flesh, paddle meeting a yielding cheek, and protesting cries all factored into their enjoyment more in this setting. Hearing the paddle’s sharp crack as it struck Jewel’s rippling cheeks was something they’d long remember.

Suddenly, it was over, and Jewel called up the next couple, though in their anxiety, they hadn’t paid attention to their names. This time, it was the man over the woman’s knee; though they looked so young, ‘man’ and ‘woman’ didn’t seem to apply.

They turned the chair back to face the audience, and he stood before her, being scolded while she opened his pants and yanked them down to his knees. She pulled him down over her knee, saying, “Ten minutes, Tom! Hard, fast, and no rests! Ready?” She glanced at the timer used to measure each session to get a starting point.

“Yes, Miss! Ow-ow-ow!” he yelped almost continuously as she fulfilled her promise of ‘hard and fast.’ Ten minutes seemed to pass quickly for the audience, though probably not for Tom.

“Lisa and Linda!” Jewel called out, and two women, whom they’d assumed were waiting for their male partners to arrive, stood and walked to the chair.

“Good evening, everyone,” Linda said from the chair, with Lisa standing at her side. “Lisa’s been begging me to spank her all week, but I’ve made her wait till today to share it with you! Are you ready, Lisa? Good. Go get three implements!”

Lisa walked over to a wall-mounted rack, selected an oval leather paddle, a flogger, and a strap, returned to Linda’s side, and laid them on the floor next to the chair.

“What would you like, Lisa?”

“A spanking, Miss!” Lisa replied.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing!”

“Please spank me, Miss! Please take me over your knee and give my bare bottom a good, hard spanking!”

“Better. Since we’re starting on the bare, would you prefer to be naked?”

“Yes, Miss!” Lisa replied, quickly undressing to reveal a trim, athletic body with smallish tits, not unlike Sally’s but a perfect example of the ‘tiny hiney’ Sally had described in one of her descriptions.

“Good girl! Turn around for the audience,” Linda instructed, and Lisa rotated slowly in place, her hands rubbing her pert cheeks in anticipation.

“Please, may I have my spanking now, Miss?” Lisa pleaded as she faced Linda’s side, soon lying across bare thighs due to the short shorts Linda wore on her more voluptuous body.

The spanking that ensued was clearly meant to please and arouse, and no one was immune. Austin noticed other males ‘adjusting’ themselves at the sight of the pretty young girl as she begged to be spanked and paddled on her ‘bare, naked bottom.’

Asking for the strap next, she knelt on the chair, bent way over its back, and placed her hands on the rung between the chair’s legs. Sentenced to a dozen lashes, Linda delivered them expertly with a long pause between while Lisa counted each stroke, lifting her bottom high for the next each time.

“She really likes the flogger, don’t you, Lisa?”

“Yes, Miss!” she replied enthusiastically, moved behind the chair, and bent toward the audience with her hands on the seat. “Yes, please, Miss!” she said when asked if she was ready.

“Till the timer runs out, Lisa?”

“Yes, Miss!” she replied, glancing at the clock, as did the audience, to see more than five minutes to go.

For the remaining minutes, the audience was treated to Lisa’s facial reactions to the flogging she clearly enjoyed. Smiles, winces, and unconvincing cries of pain were continuous as it progressed, and everyone was disappointed when the timer signaled the end.

Linda and Lisa stood in front of the chair, bowing to the audience and receiving applause from everyone present for their theatrical performance. Sally turned to Austin with a look that said she’d really enjoyed their play.

“If we do it, I don’t want to be ‘punished,’” she said with air quotes. “I want to like it! Like Lisa!” she clarified to Austin’s knowing smile.

“Well done, Linda and Lisa,” Jewel complimented the pair. “Next, we have Carrie and Mark!”

Austin turned to look at Sally, the ‘we’re next’ worry on their faces apparent.

Carrie turned to wink at Sally as she rose to take the chair. Mark stood at her side with his head down like the naughty boy he was portraying. Carrie tapped his bottom a few times before speaking.

“Why are we here, Mark?”

“Because I’ve been naughty, Ma’am,” he said and elaborated after a look from Carrie. “I didn’t do the chores you asked me to do.”

“And what happens when you’ve been naughty?”

“I get spanked,” he said with another look from Carrie. “You pull my pants down, put me across your knees, and spank my hiney.”

“Come here,” she said as she pulled him by the waist of his jeans to stand in front of her, where she made the baring of his bottom part of the punishment by practically ripping his pants open and yanking them down to his knees. For a few moments, Mark’s erection was visible until it disappeared between her thighs as he lay in her lap.

“Do you have something to ask me?” Carrie said as she ‘tapped’ his bare cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Please spank my hiney! Ow! Oww! OW!” he yelped as she began his spanking with seemingly hard smacks and no warm-up.

The spanking continued as a good rendition of a proper punishment spanking, with Carrie’s hands becoming a blur as the pace increased. With few rests and only a little dialogue, it wasn’t their cup of tea, as it didn’t seem like they were acting. It got even more severe when she sent him hobbling over to the wall rack to retrieve the hairbrush, which was quickly and brutally applied to his already dark red bottom, and though they didn’t go the full twenty minutes, he still had obvious bruises from his ordeal.

They received applause, though not as enthusiastically as the girls had gotten. Still, they were happy with their session and the approval they received. Mark hobbled over to the table and pulled his pants up before sitting beside Carrie.

“Are you gonna do …” Carrie started.

“Next, we have new members, Sally and Austin!” Jewel announced.

“You don’t have to go up if you don’t want to,” Carrie suggested.

Austin looked to Sally for a decision, determined to go along with whatever she decided. He smiled when she stood and held her hand out to him. They walked hand-in-hand up to the chair where Austin sat, with Sally standing at his side as they received welcoming applause.

“Thank you, Jewel, and thank you, audience. Sally and I are relatively new to the spanking scene, having found each other just a few months ago, but ever since then, Sally has been sporting an almost perpetually red bottom!”

The audience chuckled as Sally looked at him, surprised by his engaging introduction. Her look and subsequent smile told the audience she hadn’t expected it.

“Sally likes to pretend she’s been naughty, occasionally actually doing something to earn her bad girl status, but it’s all an act. Why do you do that, Sally?”

“Because I like to get spanked!” she said in her little girl’s voice, playing along with her body twisting in place, her hands behind, and her lower lip firmly between her teeth, giving her the best portrayal of a shameful girl.

“Do you want a spanking now? In front of all these friends?”

“Yes, sir! Please spank me!”

“Take your pants down!” he instructed, and with her jeans at mid-thigh, he guided her gently over his lap. “Are you ready, Baby?” he said, using her pet name comfortably for the first time.

“Yes, sir!” she said, giving him the cute trademark smile he loved.

He began with her full-coverage, white cotton panties in place at a slow, steady pace.

“Do you like that, Baby?”

“A little harder, please,” she said, looking over her right shoulder so she could see the audience and they could see her. “Harder,” she requested while winking at the audience. “Ooo, yeah! Oh! Mmm, please pull my panties down?”

“As you wish,” he replied as he slowly drew them down, with the audience clearly enjoying the look of pleasure on her face at having her pink bottom exposed.

“Now spank my naked hiney, sir!”

Treating it the way the girls had, Austin gave it his best performance, spanking her bare, reddening cheeks with flourishes specifically for the audience. A slow, steady build-up on a single cheek or exaggerated flips of the wrist on her lower cheeks all kept the audience’s attention, which they both looked for intermittently.

Sally put her hand on her cheek as the agreed signal to wrap it up with thirty more, five on each side, followed by ten more with increasing intensity. She stayed over his lap and reached back to rub her bottom, to the audience’s delight.

They stood up but felt self-conscious about bowing and walked off to appreciative applause.

“Wow! That was pretty good! And not just for your first time!” Carrie said, standing as a show of respect when they arrived at the table.

“Thank you!” Sally said as she finished pulling her panties and pants back up, and then grabbed Austin for a long, affectionate hug and kiss. “And thank you, Sweetie, for doing that for me! I loved it!”

“You’re welcome, but I enjoyed it too!”

“Yeah! You were great! Have you done some public speaking I’m not aware of?”

“Yeah, but not since college,” he confessed. “I took a speech class and had to make a presentation in front of the class every month.”

“You were great!” Carrie said, and Mark chimed in with his own compliment.

“Austin! I’m so glad we came!” she said, accepting another tender kiss from him, then whispering in his ear, “but I’m torn between staying for more and wanting to go home. I’m so wet!”

“‘Staying for more?’ As in another spanking?” he asked, also torn between staying to watch others and taking Sally to bed.

“Maybe!?” she said, biting her lip again.

“You’re insatiable!” he replied, shaking his head and laughing.

While this was all happening, they’d ignored a new couple in the chair whose less-than-stellar show had people turning away and talking with other attendees. Several couples came over to congratulate Sally and Austin on a great first time.

They elected to stay and even signed up for another session in the chair, knowing it didn’t commit them to use it. Neither was the type to mingle in crowds like this that had grown as the night progressed, but others came to them for compliments or short conversations. They felt increasingly comfortable among an unusual group of peers who all shared their interest in spanking.

They were about ready to leave when Jewel called out their names again, and the ensuing applause convinced them to do it again. On the way to the chair, Sally got the flogger off the rack and handed it to Austin with a cute smile and raised eyebrows.

“Oh, I guess my naughty Sally wants to feel the flogger on her cute, little butt! Think I should spank her first? Hm? Maybe a good warm-up spanking?” Austin asked, playing the audience and, based on their responses, pulled Sally’s pants and panties down, took her across his knee, and began smacking her cute butt to her and the crowd’s utter enjoyment.

“Oh, yes, Daddy! Spank my hiney!” she cried, squirming sensuously in his lap and begging for more. “Please, Daddy? The flogger?” she pled after a suitable warm-up, and moments later, she was standing, only to be placed kneeling in the chair with her cute, red butt facing the audience. They loved seeing the heavy flogger lashed across her darkening cheeks with nothing but encouragement from Sally.

They put on another crowd-pleasing show, unaware that someone they knew had joined the growing group of spectators. Deidre watched with rapt attention what she’d only heard hiding under the desk that Saturday in the office.

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What will they say when they find Deidre in the audience? Will Deidre confess to spying on them? The plot thickens! I hope you enjoy how this story is progressing! I always appreciate your feedback through 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments and THANKS FOR READING!!