Sally didn’t know what to make of Deidre’s comment and the gift of the paddles. Her tone suggested she knew something about Sally that she shouldn’t. Aside from a couple of long-gone boyfriends, the only one who knew of her fetish was Austin. Was Deidre just surmising because of her writing? That had to be it, as there was no way they’d been caught on Saturday. Austin had been ultra-careful about making sure they were alone in the building.

As she walked toward her work area, her concern revived the thrill she’d felt when Max had almost caught them fucking.

“Good morning, Austin!” she said, looking around to be sure they were alone before they fell into each other’s arms for a short but passionate kiss.

“Mmm, I could get used to that!” he said of such a warm greeting.

“I wouldn’t want you to get ‘used to it,’” she said with a cute face.

“No, and I don’t think I ever will!” he said with a loving smile. “Hey, you forgot to leave the paddles with Deidre when you dropped off your work!” he added, holding up the bag containing them.

“I saw her on my way in,” she said with concern showing on her face.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t they like what you wrote?”

“They loved it. It should be on the website now, but …”

“But?”

“But when I told her I’d bring the paddles back, she told me to keep them and then winked at me!”

“Really? Sally, I promise you, no one was here on Saturday when we used them!”

“I believe you. I think she’s just guessing. When I asked her how she liked my descriptions, she said they were fantastic. ‘Almost like you know how they feel,’ Deidre said. Funnily enough, I didn’t know how they felt when I wrote the descriptions!” Sally finished with a thoughtful look on her face.

“Okay, that makes sense. What?” he asked, seeing the wheels still turning on Sally’s face.

“I don’t know. As I was walking here, the thought that someone might have been watching us got me a little excited again,” she finished and gave him a quick kiss before sitting at her computer, ready to work.

Preoccupied with those lingering thoughts, she found it hard to concentrate on her work all day. What was it about the risk of discovery that excited her? Was it just the danger of exposure or something else? As the vision of someone secretly watching her getting spanked formed in her mind, she could feel her arousal between her legs. ‘Oh my God!’ she thought, ‘Do I want someone to watch?’

At home that night, Sally searched the internet for information that might help her explain these desires. She looked up exhibitionism and decided that exposing her naked body to unsuspecting strangers wasn’t the least bit exciting. Probing into BDSM practices was equally unproductive, as it was usually a very private thing between partners, but she did come across something called a ‘public dungeon.’

She read a generic description of what they’re typically like and then did a search for one ‘near me.’ She was surprised to find one within half an hour’s drive. Their website showed a large open room divided into two areas, one for play and the other with a dozen tables and a small kitchen, presumably for spectators. The play area had all sorts of furniture she recognized from videos, and some she’d never seen. They advertised a wide array of implements and toys to be used on open ‘play’ nights.

She couldn’t figure out where this desire for exposure came from, as she’d never considered it before. Could she have been so focused on getting spanked that the thought of getting caught never occurred to her? Still, after seeing the dungeon, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stage an open exposure of herself to others or just have their fun in a place where they might get caught. She filed the information away for possible future use, as she wasn’t sure how Austin would react to any of it, especially considering his adamant position on getting caught.

Weeks passed with Sally and Austin getting closer than ever. They spent most of their free time together, especially on weekends when work didn’t encroach on their fun time. So accustomed to sleeping together on weekends, weekday mornings found them profoundly missing each other but made the weekend reunions all the sweeter.

Sex had become a bit more adventurous, but when they found something they really liked, it often became part of their repertoire. And, of course, spanking was one of their regular ‘numbers,’ with Sally nursing a red bottom almost constantly. Still, far from complaining, Austin felt like he had to rein her in occasionally as she had an insatiable appetite for it.

One concession he made to keep her happy was a ritual Wednesday night maintenance spanking given at the first opportunity, usually right after dinner. With no pretense, it began almost immediately upon entering whatever home they chose, each having a designated chair left in position that morning. As soon as he sat, she stood at his side, baring her bottom only and lying in his lap, after which a long and enjoyable spanking ensued.

It represented the essence of her spanking fantasy with the OTK position, her pants and panties pulled down, and Austin’s hand smacking what he often called her ‘perfectly spankable bottom.’ Sally’s love of dialogue related to her fetish was ever present, usually starting during dinner, where she asked if she was going to get or plead for ‘a good spanking on my bare hiney!’

Whetting their sexual appetite, clothes disappeared shortly after when she offered her gratitude to him as they romped in bed. Her maintenance spanking intentionally excluded any other form of arousal, always leaving them eager to please each other in the many ways they’d come to love.

Doing it on Wednesday and limited to his hand left her fully healed and more than ready for something more involved on the weekend when different positions and the gifted paddles expanded their horizons, and spanking figured throughout, not just as foreplay.

Sally had been looking for another situation that might involve some risk, keeping Austin’s reluctance in mind. Returning to the park where she’d spoken of her chancy desires, she walked the two-mile paved trail through the woods, looking for a place that might meet their requirements. The gazebo was quite attractive, but right alongside the trail, it was a common resting point for the walkers, joggers, and cyclists who frequented the trail. Even she thought it was too risky, and Austin would never go for it.

Near the point where the trail doubled back on itself to complete the loop, she noticed an overgrown but barely visible path into the brush and trees. Looking around to see if she was alone, she branched off to explore and smiled broadly when she came upon a small clearing, maybe thirty or forty feet in, with a large tree stump in the middle. She sat on the stump, judging its height as almost perfect, and listened. After work on a weekday, there was more traffic on the trail than she expected, and though the brush and the distance provided a pretty good screen, she could hear voices approaching from a fair distance.

“Sally, I know what you’re up to!” Austin accused, as she practically had to drag him down the park’s trail early Friday evening. “What’s in the backpack?”

“Just a blanket and some snacks for a little picnic,” she said with a coy smile. “C’mon! Don’t be such a downer!”

“Oh, okay,” he finally relented, putting his arm around her waist as they walked. “But I bet I know what you’re planning!” he added, captivated by her precious giggle.

They walked like the two young lovers they were, talking about nothing specific and stopping occasionally for a kiss or two. Others sped by on bikes or skates, and even some fast walkers, but the traffic diminished as their walk continued at a leisurely pace. It was getting late, and the park would close soon with the sunset.

When they came to the foot trail, Sally took his hand and pulled him along as he questioned where they were going. The trail was faint, so it wasn’t strange that he’d wonder why they were suddenly pushing branches out of the way and stepping over the underbrush, but when they came to the clearing, her plan was obvious.

“I don’t believe you! This goes beyond naughty, Sally, and you will be punished accordingly!” he accused as she opened the backpack, pulled out a blanket, and spread it over the old stump. After carefully arranging it, she pulled the little round paddle out of the pack and set it on the blanket. Standing there, biting her lip with her arms behind her back and twisting her body to and fro, she looked like an errant schoolgirl.

Finally joining in and playing his part, he walked up to the makeshift stool and sat down with an air of authority. He picked up the paddle, tapped it against his hand several times, and then startled Sally with a firm slap to his thigh.

“Do you have something to say to me?” he asked as they’d made her asking for her spanking a part of any pseudo-punishments.

“I’m sorry I tricked you into coming out here, sir. Please teach me a lesson with a good spanking on my bare bottom,” she said in that cute voice he loved.

“Yes, on your bare bottom! You may as well take your panties down right now!”

“Um. I can’t,” she said.

“What do you mean you can’t? Pull your panties down right now, or we’ll be starting with the paddle as well!”

She couldn’t completely hide her smile as she slowly pulled her loose skirt up until her naked pussy was staring him in the face less than a foot away. He wiped his face with his hand as a show of exasperation and to conceal the smile he couldn’t hold in.

He didn’t know what to say, so he just grabbed her wrist, pulled her down onto his lap, and began spanking even as his other hand pulled her skirt up, exposing her ‘perfectly spankable bottom.’

Sally squealed softly with joy at the whole scene, being outside, within earshot of the trail, and lying bare-bottomed over Austin’s knee while he spanked at a steady pace and a random pattern. They spoke in only short, clipped phrases; Austin scolding and Sally complaining.

“Stop!” Sally said suddenly.

“Stop? Why?” he asked. Then, faint voices became gradually louder until they passed and grew softer as they moved away. “I’d almost forgotten where we were!” he said excitedly, “but I’m not done with you yet, young lady!”

“Oh God, it feels so good! Spank me! Spank me!” she said, dropping the pretense of punishment as she often did when she just couldn’t pretend any longer. “I love getting spanked! Give my hiney a good spanking!”

Austin didn’t bother with the paddle as he loved the feeling of her pliant flesh giving way to his palm. Each cheek was getting five or six solid smacks followed by a caress or good squeeze when they plainly heard a woman’s voice.

“Did you hear that, Abner?” the woman asked.

“Hear what, Gladys?” a frustrated male voice asked.

“You don’t hear anything, do you?” she accused and then lowered her voice. “I’d know that smacking sound anywhere! Someone’s getting a good spanking!”

“Whatever you say, Gladys!”

“Honestly, Abner! Do you ever …” the voice trailed off.

They were staring at each other with hands over their mouths and now broke out laughing.

“Come here, you!” Austin said, grabbing her forcefully around the waist and peppering her backside with a series of fast and hard smacks.

“Oh God! Yeow! Don’t stop! Spank my hiney!” she cried in whispering tones until he finally stopped.

“Get up!” he ordered and helped her off his lap. “Now sit!” he said, pushing her down on the stump and kneeling between her legs, throwing her skirt up, and plunging his face into her wet crotch.

Gasping and grunting her pleasure, she squirmed beneath his relentless lips and tongue that devoured her quivering cunt. Minutes later, she was trying to deal with an intense orgasm without letting the whole park know about it.

When she tried to return the favor, he said he’d wait until they got home and told her to quickly get the blanket back in the backpack. As she bent to the task, he couldn’t resist lifting her skirt and giving her pink cheeks another dozen or two solid spanks with her howling in delight.

They practically ran to his car, and all the way to his home, he was pawing at her pantyless pussy, explaining no one had ever done that for him before. They plowed through the front door, tearing off clothes as they rushed to the bedroom. Helping each other remove what clothes were left, they fell to the bed in a naked embrace with arms and legs grasping for as much flesh as they could find.

Offering to even things up, she stroked, licked, and sucked his cock until he shot his load straight down her throat. With his face between her legs again, he made her cum twice more before he was ready for the main event.

Sally had developed an affinity for him, taking her from behind and standing on all fours while he got up behind her. “Oh, Austin!” she cried as he plumbed her depths. Keeping her ass in the air, she knelt on the bed, moving only her hips in sync with his slow, steady thrusts as the climax built quickly.

“I’m cum … I’m cumming! Oh Ohh! Ohhhhh God! Ungh! Ungh!” she grunted as each rapturous surge radiated out from her quivering pussy, and still Austin battered her from behind.

He didn’t bother to figure out why, but this was so much more … more exciting, more intense, just more as he held her hips and lunged into her frothing pussy until he went off like a cannon, each powerful pulse releasing its deposit deep inside.

Pulling her up from the bed, he wrapped her in his arms and held tight as she lay her head on his shoulder. They didn’t need to say a word as both realized this was a new peak for them, and they expressed their gratitude with their bodies pressed close and arms clutching for more.

Leading her to the bedside, he picked her up and placed her over the disheveled sheets and laid on his side beside her, kissing and caressing her beautiful body and getting the same in return. They barely said a word until someone’s stomach growled, eliciting laughter from both.

They went to a sports bar for dinner, not for the sports, but the quiet of a secluded corner where you couldn’t see any of the many TV screens and were left alone by the crowd. That Austin wasn’t a sports nut like seemingly all the men she’d been with before was another point of attraction for Sally. She smiled appreciatively at him as she slid into the booth, wincing slightly from a bit of residual sting from the spanking that seemed so long ago.

“We’re really good together, aren’t we?” she asked, her loving smile prompting a questioning look from him.

“Yes, we are,” he said as though a foregone conclusion, “I’ve never … never felt like this with anyone before, and I know it will only get better!”

“Aww, me too!” she said with tears threatening. “Today was pretty amazing! Do you think it was because of what we did in the park?” she asked to stave off the tears.

“It had to be! I have to admit, I went along with it because you wanted it so badly, but it was very exciting, especially when that couple heard us!”

“She knew what we were doing. She knew!”

“What if they’d come looking for us?”

“Part of the reason I dressed like this was so I could easily pull my skirt back down, and then only our guilty faces would have given us away.”

“Guilty about not wearing panties? You know I like seeing you in panties, but that was so sexy … and naughty!”

“I’m still not wearing any, you know!” she replied with a come-hither look.

“Don’t remind me! At least not till after we’ve eaten, in case we need to make a quick exit!” he said with them both laughing and his hand sliding up her thigh, just short of bliss. “So I’m guessing you will keep looking for similar situations and locales? At least until we actually get caught?”

“Not all the time, but yeah. You said you liked it!”

“I did. I’m still trying to figure out why, but yes. I did. Do you know why?”

“No, but I did do some digging online about it. I thought I may have an exhibitionist streak in me, but they openly expose themselves in various ways to total strangers. I couldn’t find anything that explains the excitement of risk in this context. I kept finding explanations of people engaging in risky sex, like without protection or with many different partners. I did come across something interesting, though it’s a little ‘out there,’ and I don’t know if you’d like it,” she said, hoping he’d show enough interest for her to go on. Before tonight, she’d have bet he wouldn’t want to hear about it, but now?

“Are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?”

“It’s called a public dungeon or BDSM club,” she started.

“I know I don’t like that! I couldn’t possibly abuse you like that!”

“I know! Me too, but this club has a wide variety of activities from mild to extreme. I can only tell so much online, but the pictures show a large play area with all sorts of apparatus, from a chair to a cross. There’s a public viewing area with a kitchen and bar, presumably for spectators.”

“You mean people engage in these activities with an audience?!”

“Yeah, I think? I mean, the only thing separating the two areas is a velvet rope.”

“And that appeals to you? I’m not sure I even want to watch someone else, let alone have others watch us.”

“I don’t know either, but it got me thinking about that couple. What if they, or someone else, snuck up on us and watched? I was getting excited! You know, wet! … when I thought about it.”

“But people at that club wouldn’t be hiding. They’d be openly watching us like we were putting on a show!”

“You’re right,” she acknowledged, not wanting to sound like she was trying too hard to convince him.

“Besides, does anybody just spank their partner there? BDSM is a whole different thing involving absolute domination and submitting unquestioningly to another’s will. We’d be like babies playing with the big kids!”

“I don’t really know how it works. An online calendar showed themed events, presumably limiting the audience to those interested in that theme.”

“I don’t know, Sally. Are you suggesting something here?”

“They have an open night every Saturday where anybody can attend. We could go and just check it out,” she offered with raised eyebrows. “They say their staff is very helpful to newbies and will answer any and all questions,” she added, but still no response. “We wouldn’t have to stay long.”

“You really want to go? Tomorrow night, I presume?” he asked, his defenses clearly breaking down.

“Yes, but I don’t want to force you! I promise I won’t suggest getting involved, no matter what we see, and we can leave as soon as you want to for any reason!”

They were very nervous as they walked up to the door with only a number on it, hidden in an industrial park. After reading the FAQs about the club, Austin felt more comfortable with a visit to check it out. He wouldn’t admit that there was a bit of excitement mixed with his anxiety, but he wasn’t hopeful about it. It all seemed like a lifestyle far beyond their innocent scene.

“Hi! I’m Jewel! Can I help you?” the pink-haired woman at the front desk asked, able to identify the nervous newbies immediately upon entering.

“Hi, Jewel. We came to find out more about the club,” Sally explained, not giving their names as they’d agreed.

“Sure! I can give you the tour. Did you read the rules on our website?” She continued when they nodded, “Then you know you have to show me an official photo ID so we can be sure you’re not on the ‘sexual offenders’ list. The first thing you need to know is that we are VERY careful about security here. Our members have to feel safe to attend and play! And we do require event payment even for a tour to discourage the just-curious.”

They sat in chairs beside the desk while the formalities were handled. Jewel reviewed the rules that would apply to their tour, and they agreed to abide by them. Before going inside one of the two play areas, she described how the club worked.

“We have ‘Open Play’ nights every Saturday that anyone can attend to participate, watch, or just tour as you are. Play on those nights can range from the playful to the unusual to the extreme. May I ask what sort of play you engage in?”

“Um, that’s kinda why we’re nervous about it. We’re just into impact play, only going so far as paddles and similar implements. We’re afraid we’d be laughed at for our tame pleasures compared to others,” Sally explained.

“First, nobody will laugh at you! Even those involved in extreme activities probably started with a good spanking! Anyone who laughed would be severely ridiculed by the other members, so it doesn’t really happen. But, it’s not uncommon to feel intimidated by the more experienced members and uncomfortable sharing your play in that environment. We also have themed events targeted to specific activities. You might want to attend our ‘Open Chair’ night. Like an open mic at a bar where musicians take the stage in turn, our open chair is available for any sort of impact play. You can do anything from OTK hand spanking to using the chair in other imaginative ways for paddling, flogging, strapping, etc.”

“Are there people who just want to be watched while getting spanked?” Sally asked.

“Of course! You wouldn’t come here if you’re bashful in front of others, but funnily enough, it’s usually the one who’s most exposed that has to convince their partner to try it.”

“And do the shy couples often return, or … ?” Austin asked, finally showing some interest.

“To be honest, we don’t get many couples coming here to do things they can already do in the privacy of their homes. The couples that do come here want to be seen, mingle with like-minded friends, and/or use the equipment they don’t have. Most members are singles trying to meet others with similar interests or have already met and come here just to play.” She let that sink in. “Why don’t we go inside? Ready?”

They all rose, and Jewel led them through one of two doors into what she described as the milder of the two play areas. Sally hadn’t seen this on the website and noted it had less of the extreme bondage apparatus than the other. The sound of a flogger and a paddle put to use immediately assailed them, and their eyes were drawn first to a woman strapped to a bench getting a flogging on an already crimson-red ass, which made them both wince. A man was bent over a horse getting paddled, which, while also more intense, was more in line with their play.

“Is this a typical crowd?” Austin asked, noting that less than a dozen people were sitting at tables. He was surprised that most were engaged in lively conversation, paying little attention to those in the play area.

“Attendance varies widely depending on a lot of factors. This is a somewhat smaller crowd, but it’s early yet, so more will arrive later. There are more in the other area.”

“I’m surprised at how few people are watching,” Sally said, observing the same as Austin.

“See, that’s a common misunderstanding. This isn’t a hangout for voyeurs. You don’t come here just to watch. You come to meet, mingle, and play with others who won’t judge you, no matter your interests. If you connect with someone, you might decide to play, but it’s not like the entire room will suddenly turn to watch. Shall we go to the next room?”

Back to the front desk, they passed through the other door and heard a blood-curdling scream. Their eyes quickly found the source; a naked woman strapped to what Jewel called a St. Andrews cross was being whipped with a flogger with longer, fewer tails than the one in the other room. Her back, bottom, and thighs were all targets, bright red from high-arcing lashes that followed through a nearly complete circle, the woman’s back a temporary obstacle that bore the pain.

“Oh my God!” Sally gasped.

“Yeah! Wow!” Austin added.

There were more people in this larger room, but only the one couple 'playing.’ That otherwise innocent word hardly seemed to apply to the torture this poor woman was enduring. Their faces screwed up in empathetic pain and jerked with each new lash, and again, very few were watching. The sound of the flogging had grabbed their immediate attention, but when the shock of that wore off, the air was filled with conversations of many people and the occasional outbursts of surprise or laughter punctuating friendly discussions.

“Seems like you’ve seen enough,” Jewel said, again reading their body language correctly. “Do you have any other questions?” she asked once back in the front office.

“When is the next ‘Open Chair’ event?” Sally asked.

“Two weeks from this Wednesday. We often do themed events during the week, so attendees will be those who are truly interested and fewer casual attendees. I should warn you, though. Whether they participate or not, this group is far more likely to watch than the others, but they are all interested in impact play. I hope you’ll come! I’ll be there! My bottom has needed a good spanking for a while now!” she said, lifting her miniskirt and rubbing her ample cheeks.

“Maybe?” they said almost in unison.

They drove in silence for a while, a bit stunned at what they’d seen but, truth be told, a bit excited as well. They sensed the other’s arousal but were unsure of its cause. Sally finally interrupted the quiet ride with comments about the three people they saw, and while all were involved in some sort of impact play, it was also much more intense than anything they’d done.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want something that extreme,” she stated in case he didn’t know.

“I’m glad you said that, Sally, cuz I could never do that to you!”

“Do you think we should go to the ‘Open Chair’ night?”

“I’m not sure. Can we just think about it for a while before deciding? It’s more than two weeks away.”

“Yeah. That makes sense,” she agreed.

As if to emphasize their differences from those observed at the club, they made tender, passionate love to each other upon arriving at Sally’s home. Despite being spanked the night before, Sally often requested another playful spanking the following night, but not tonight. Their ‘play’ tonight was limited to giving the other as much pleasure as possible.

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