My Pet, Spanking Erotica

  My Pet, Spanking Erotica

  by BJ Wane

  ISBN 13: 978-1-936173-83-9

  ISBN 10: 1-936173-83-2

  A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

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  Chapter One

  Lillian took a seat at the bar, wondering for about the hundredth time if this had been a mistake. Fantasy’s was a well known club in Miami that catered to providing sexual fantasies to its members. She had discovered it by accident when she had been browsing the internet, looking for information on sub/dom relationships. Even though there was a wealth of information, chat rooms and advice columns on that particular subject, she had yet to find anything that covered her particular fantasy. When she had found Fantasy’s website and browsed through it, she had been pleased to find an establishment in her home town that she could go and observe just about anything and everything and hopefully decide if this was a dream she wanted to pursue.

  “What can I get you, miss?” the young bartender asked, his smile warm and friendly.

  “A glass of white wine, please.” Lillian hoped her nervousness didn’t show, or her inexperience.

  “Coming right up.”

  Lillian turned on the stool and looked around the crowded, dimly lit room. The owner had done a wonderful job of preserving the historic mansion. Original woodwork and fixtures lent an old world charm and all the furnishings from the tables and chairs to the long intricately designed bar blended in beautifully. According to the website, the main floor was strictly for food and drinks, similar to any other club except there was no dancing. People mingled, laughed and talked and were generally having a good time, but there was an air of expectation, excitement that was subtle but noticeable to her.

  “Here you go. Your first time here?”

  “Is it that obvious?” she asked ruefully before sipping her wine.

  “Afraid so. I’ve been working here seven years and I can always spot a newbie. I take it you’re here for the auction?”

  Lillian prayed the dim lighting hid her blush. “Observing only.”

  “You’ll never make it through the auction if you’re blushing already,” he laughed. Holding out his hand, he added, “I’m Eric.”

  Lillian shook his hand smiling back. He had sandy hair and friendly brown eyes that invited confidence. “Lillian, and I’m afraid blushing easily is the curse of being a red head.”

  “I hope you’re intrigued enough by what happens to participate next month.” His eyes boldly caressed her breasts. “I would love to see you up there, offering yourself to the highest bidder.”

  The image his words invoked caused an instant gush of moisture in her pussy, making her suck in her breath sharply before covering her dismay with a self conscious laugh. “I’m too old for you, Eric. But thank you for the compliment.”

  Before he could reply, he was signaled by another patron. “Back to work. Holler when you’re ready for a refill.”

  Lillian sipped her wine, hoping the auction started soon before she lost her nerve and left. According to the website information, on the first Saturday of every month, a public auction was held of people who wanted to fulfill the fantasy of being sold to a stranger. She wasn’t sure how it worked other than strict guidelines were enforced, a contract drawn up with the specific details of each person’s fantasy and agreed to by all parties. Even though the main floor club area was open to the general public as well as the viewing areas outside the observations rooms, only club members could bid at the auctions and rent either the private or the observations rooms on the second and third floors.

  The blare of trumpets quieted the crowd and drew everyone’s attention to the stage. Lillian turned on her seat, her mouth going dry and her panties getting wet at the sight of the man walking across the now lighted stage. Tall and lean, he was dressed entirely in black, a compliment to his black hair and equally dark eyes. When he smiled at the audience and welcomed everyone in a deep rich voice, she fell into instant lust.

  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Fantasy’s auction night. Tonight we have four lovely women who have fantasized about being sold to the highest bidder for a variety of carnal pleasures. As usual, we have offered you a variety of scenarios to choose from and all money gathered from this nights sales will go to charity.” Looking to his right, he nodded. “I see Kent is ready with our first offering. For those whose fantasy includes an audience, feel free to join them in the observation rooms upstairs after the auction has been completed. Enjoy your evening.”

  Lillian was disappointed when he walked off the stage, her eyes following him as he moved to stand in a corner where he could view the proceedings. Not even the sight of Kent leading a bound, naked and collared woman onto the stage by a leash attracted her as much as the man in black. Visions of being bought by this man, taking his cock into every orifice and sitting meekly at his feet while she awaited his pleasure swamped her imagination, and she now had a face to put with the fantasy of being completely owned by a man. As Kent started to speak, she literally had to force her attention back to the stage, reminding herself that that was what she was hear to observe, not some stranger.

  “Linda here would like to be bought by two or three men and made to service all three, but, unfortunately, she prefers privacy for her fantasy, so whoever buys this lovely piece will have to fuck her in one of the private rooms.” Kent ran his hand down over Linda’s breasts, tweaking her nipples. “These babies are real and sensitive. She assures me she loves having her nipples bitten and sucked hard, so rough play is acceptable for this acquisition.”

  The woman stood meekly, her blonde head bowed. Lillian tried to picture herself up there, naked in front of a room full of strangers. Her eyes drifted to the dark man in the corner again and she knew she could do it if he was by her side. Loud bids started ringing out, once again drawing her gaze back to the stage. Kent was fingering Linda’s cunt, two fingers crudely fucking her while he held tightly to the leash.

  “I have a bid of five thousand,” he announced, pulling his fingers from her quivering body and holding them up to show the crowd how wet they were. “Anybody care to go six?”

  A bid was called out for six thousand, and Lillian marveled at how much these people were willing to shell out to have their fantasies met. The bid was accepted and the man in black returned to the stage to lead Linda off, the three men who bought her following behind them and disappearing down a hallway.

  “Ready for a refill, Lillian?” Eric asked.

  “Oh, yes, thank you.” She hadn’t even realized she had finished her drink, so caught up in her infatuation of the stranger and the auction.

  Eric filled her glass, smiling at her. “You seemed to enjoy Linda’s sale.”

  “I did, but I don’t know if I could ever have the nerve to do something like that. What if I didn’t like who bought me or didn’t want to go through with it?”

  “Brock meets with each applicant personally and puts their detailed fantasy in a contract. Copies of these contracts are posted on the website a week before the auction so we can draw the members in who are interested in those particular fantasies. There’s also a copy at each table, so the bidders know exactly what they will and will not be allowed to do with their purchase. The contract is signed by the woman before the
auction and then by whoever buys her and agrees to its terms. There are cameras in every room, including the private rooms, and the patrons are monitored from the time they enter until they leave. It is perfectly safe.”

  Brock. She now had a name for her man in black. It suited him. “Is he the owner? Brock?”

  “Yeah and he’s a great boss. He arranges fantasies for people all the time, not just the auction.”

  Lillian knew from her research you could e-mail the club with your particular fantasy and it was arranged for a hefty price. “I’m amazed at the amount of money people are willing to shell out for sex, after all you can get it for free.”

  “True enough, but you’re getting more than sex here. Here, you are assured your fantasy will be met and in a way that is both satisfying and safe. Applicants are required to submit a personal health report, and if condoms aren’t used, the woman has to provide proof of birth control, giving applicants peace of mind. If they don’t have to worry about disease or unwanted pregnancy, they’ll be more relaxed and freer to enjoy themselves more. In addition, having an explicit contract ensures the people involved are getting exactly what they want and paid for.”

  “It seems he’s thought of everything,” she murmured, impressed by the owners foresight.

  “He has a very satisfied clientele and new applicants all the time.”

  “Does he ever turn anyone down?” she asked, wondering if he had ever had a request for a fantasy such as hers.

  “Rarely. He’ll arrange anything as long as it doesn’t involve torture, extreme abuse or cause true harm. There have been a few cases where things have gotten out of hand, but, thanks to the cameras, security stepped in quickly and the people involved have been banished permanently from the club.”

  “Thanks, Eric,” she said as the trumpets sounded, resuming the auction. Brock had returned and was once again observing from the corner, making her wonder why he didn’t conduct the bidding himself. Kent led another bound, naked woman onstage before yanking on her leash, forcing her to her knees.

  “I’m sure our regulars recognize Ashley. Her husband once again is offering her for an evening, giving the winning bidder use of her mouth, pussy and ass as he desires for two hours while he watches. When you’re through using her, you’ll be free to watch her get punished for her infidelity which will involve a long hard whipping administered by him. This fantasy will take place in an observation room for your viewing pleasure.”

  Lillian wondered what it would be like to be given to another man while the one you wanted watched. If she were ever completely owned by a man, her deepest fantasy, she knew that would most likely be a requirement. Her eyes shifted to Brock and she had a vivid image of him holding her by a leash while another man fucked her, his eyes lit with pleasure. She could do it, easily, if it would mean him looking at her with warm approval and pleasure. Obsessed, that’s what she was, she thought. She was completely infatuated, imagining degrading herself for his pleasure, over a man she had never even spoke to.

  Ashley was sold for four thousand and led away by two men and Brock. A few minutes later, when Brock had returned, the next applicant came out, naked but untethered in any way. She was a young girl wanting to experience a lesbian encounter. There was no shortage of bids and she was soon led away by a large woman and Brock.

  By the time the fourth and last woman was introduced, Lillian was on her third glass of wine and sitting in a pair of soaked panties. Unlike the others, this applicant was dressed in a black bustier and black hose, her hands bound behind her and her eyes blindfolded. What looked like a vaulting horse was rolled on stage.

  “As you know, the last fantasy of the evening is performed onstage for your entertainment. This sub was caught touching her pussy without permission and her Dom has instructed that her punishment be administered by the highest bidder. Her punishment is thirty lashes with a leather strap and to have her ass fucked publicly.” Kent gagged the woman with a black scarf before turning her back to the audience, revealing the bare opening in the back of her hose. Her ass looked very white surrounded by the black nylon and the fact that it was the only part of her anatomy uncovered kept all eyes on those fleshy globes. With a tug of the leash, Kent bent her over the horse, spread her feet and secured them before running his hand over her now quivering backside.

  “Who would like the honor of punishing this sub for her disobedience? Her dom assures us she is no stranger to the feel of leather on her lovely buttocks or to having her ass penetrated.” Kent raised his hand and smacked her right buttock hard, leaving a vivid red imprint on the white flesh. “See how beautifully she reddens, and that was just my hand.”

  Lillian squirmed in her seat, her eyes going from the woman’s displayed, vulnerable ass to Brock, her mind once again picturing them together in such a scene. Only it was his hand she wanted punishing her, his cock penetrating her ass, two actions she had never indulged in. But she wanted to, with him. He, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the events of the evening, making her fantasize about being the one to break through that aloofness. A fantasy she knew would never happen.

  “Sold for nine thousand dollars,” Kent announced. Lillian watched in anticipation as a big man walked over to Brock and signed the contract before taking a long leather strap from Kent.

  No words were spoken as he ran his hand over the postured woman’s ass, rubbing lightly against the red spot raised by Kent’s hand. The woman moaned, shifting against his hand making Lillian long to feel a similar stroke from another man’s hand.

  Without warning, the man brought the strap down across her ass leaving a vivid red stripe. The audience clapped as he applied it again and again, covering her buttocks and thighs. By the time he was up to twenty, the woman was moaning against her gag, her head and hips thrashing, her ass a bright, burning hue.

  Lillian would feel sorry for her if she didn’t envy her so badly. She had encouraged one of her boyfriends to spank her once, but the light taps he had given her only added fuel to her fire, leaving her aching for more. The slight sting and warmth those taps had generated were enough to make her want to feel what harder, harsher smacks would bring. By the time the last ten strokes had been applied, the woman’s ass was a bright, cherry red and Lillian was completely enamored by the sight.

  Kent turned the horse sideways so the audience would now have a clear view of her ass being penetrated by the man’s cock. He wasted no time releasing his engorged flesh, casually stroking himself while Kent spread the woman’s buttocks with one hand and greased her anus with the other. Two then three fingers slowly penetrated her ass, the lube clearly evident as he stroked in and out of her exposed hole. Her abusers hand continued stroking his cock while his eyes remained glued to her anus, watching eagerly as Kent prepped her.

  “It’s all yours. Enjoy,” Kent said as he stepped back, casually wiping his fingers on a towel.

  He wasted no time shoving his huge cock into her well lubed hole, burying himself to the hilt. Lillian almost gasped out loud at the sheer erotic, yet crudeness of the act, wondering what it felt like to be taken there. With her eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged, it was hard to gauge the woman’s reaction, but after Eric’s explanations of how things worked, she knew the woman wanted this. The man grabbed her hips and thrust hard, taking her with long forceful strokes, putting on a good show for the audience as he withdrew completely before thrusting back in. It didn’t take him long, however, to give in to his own needs. Leaning over her, he braced his hands on the horse and fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her reddened backside as his thrusts quickened. Lillian could only imagine the thrill of being possessed so forcefully, the pain and degradation of the act made beautiful by the knowledge she was pleasing her owner.

  As the man shouted out his release among a resounding applause, Lillian looked one more time at Brock. At that moment he looked across the room and their eyes met and held for an indefinite moment. That look went right to Lillian’s heart and down to her pu
ssy and it was at that moment she fell in love. Frightened by the intensity of her feelings, knowing nothing would ever come of them, she jerked her eyes away and slid off her stool. Grabbing her purse, she left a hefty tip for Eric and fled.

  Brock noticed her the minute she entered his establishment. He knew all his regular patrons and she wasn’t one of them, neither was she met by anyone else. That alone intrigued him. He watched her approach the bar while looking around warily, her gaze excited but unsure. Her bright red hair was pulled back in a clip and hung past her shoulders. He could easily picture her as a child, running in the school playground with her pigtails flying as the other children taunted her with the nickname ‘carrot top’. He was too far away to discern the color of her eyes except they were light. Her skin was smooth and pale, her figure full. Nowadays it was difficult to find a woman who wasn’t so thin she was anorexic or who was so overweight as to be unappealing. This woman fit nicely in between.

  After a few moments, it became obvious Eric was doing an excellent job of filling her in on the club’s activities. Reluctantly, he left his observation spot and carried on his duties. He had an auction to begin and fantasies to fulfill and didn’t have time to stand around eyeballing one woman. He had long ago given up fantasizing himself, having tired of the role playing. What he wanted from a woman was the impossible, especially in this day and age of women’s advanced liberation. Since he wanted the reality, not just a temporary fantasy, and refused to settle for less, he resigned himself to being alone, slaking his needs as he saw fit with temporary liaisons.

  Brock monitored the auction carefully, making sure everyone would walk away completely satisfied, eager to return for more. His security reported in regularly, assuring him everyone was happy and their needs were being met. He didn’t know what drew his attention from the scene on stage, but suddenly he felt compelled to look for the redhead again. Turning, their gazes locked and held, the flesh slapping sounds of the butt fucking taking place on stage echoed between them. His only thought in that brief moment was that he wanted her, fiercely, on his terms.