"Hey! What's that?"
Fred pointed up ahead. Quinn couldn't quite see what Fred was talking about. They were walking down a row of booths at "The Alt Experience" - the music festival they'd been waiting for for months. Quinn, her boyfriend Fred and a bunch of their other friends were there together. While the stage was being reset between bands, they went around the various booths with people hawking all sorts of cool swag. Quinn and her friends were college aged. Quinn herself had long black hair. She was dressed up in a leather miniskirt and tight white T shirt and ankle boots. She had an eyebrow ring and was wearing dark black, almost gothic eye makeup and dark lipstick.
As they got closer, Quinn could finally see what Fred was talking about. It was a small booth with a platform on it, almost like a stage. A staircase lead up from the ground to the platform. Standing on the platform was a girl in a very sexy dominatrix outfit of black leather with a push-up boostier. There was a banner above her that read, "The Agony Booth - spanks for charity." A sign explained that 10 minutes with "Mistress Tina" was $10, and all proceeds benefited a local battered women's shelter.
As the group approached, Mistress Tina cracked her whip above the crowd and taunted them, carnival barker style, "Who dares to spend 10 minutes being my slave?"
Quinn laughed out loud and said, "Oh my God, that's freaky! But what a great idea. I love that it's for charity."
Fred chimed up, "Well, if you're so hip on helping charities, why don't you go on up there?"
Almost at once everyone else in their group chimed in with their approval of the idea. Quinn started getting nervous. She was not so sure she wanted to go up and get whipped by this woman. Her friends started chanting, "Quinn! Quinn! Quinn!" Other folks nearby started joining in. Hands were pushing her towards the staircase. She bit her lip and walked up the stairs. Mistress Tina approached her with a cruel looking smile on her face. She said, "$10, bitch!"
Fred chimed in, helpfully, "I've got that! Here you go!" He had a huge grin on his face.
Tina reached down and took Fred's money. She got in Quinn's face. Quinn started to shake. She wasn't at all sure about this. Mistress Tina moved to her side and discretely whispered into her ear, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Just play along for the crowd." She backed up a bit and gave Quinn a little smirk and winked.
She moved behind Quinn and roughly shoved her towards a set of stocks by the edge of the stage. Quinn stumbled forward, catching herself on the edge of the stocks. Before she knew what was going on, Mistress Tina had secured her hands. Tina's earlier reassurance hadn't quite sunk in, and her nervousness was quite apparent. Mistress Tina cracked her whip again above the crowd, making Quinn jump.
Quinn said out loud, "Please, please don't hurt me!"
Tina barked, "Quiet!" The crowd oohed at that.
She put the whip down and went to the back of the booth to a rack of equipment. She slowly perused the various options and finally said, "Ah. This one, I think." She picked what looked to Quinn like a wicked looking paddle. It was made of two leather straps attached front-to-back to a wooden handle. She approached Quinn and tapped the paddle on Quinn's skirt, then reached back and brought the paddle down hard. The paddle made a tremendously loud "SLAP!" that startled Quinn enough to make her shout out, "Oooh!" Quinn had been spanked before, but she suddenly realized this was different. The paddle Mistress Tina had picked... It didn't really hurt. It made a tremendous noise, which Quinn realized was just the two leather straps slapping each other. But the side of the paddle Tina was using to actually hit Quinn was subtly padded. The paddle's bark was much, much worse than its bite.
