Some days, I know I deserve bare bottom spankings. And I do love my ass paddled and spanked. And even flogged too. But last night my ass took a brutal beating. Whenever my master summons me, I need to go. Last night, he summoned me to his BDSM club. Even though I was in my pajamas and ready for bed, I got dressed and went to the club. It appeared to be after midnight. So, I knew nothing good would come from a late-night call. But I do as I am told.
The club appeared packed too. However, I did not see a signal woman in the club. And I knew then that my master summoned me for that very reason. When no one brings a submissive whore to the BDSM club, master lends his slave to the club members. Master and his fellow dominant old men who started the club envisioned it as a place to teach younger dominant men how to treat a slave.
But they also envisioned this club as a place where like-minded men would bring their slaves. And although that does happen, often only masters show up at the club. Or master wannabees. The club has this circular stage that men can violate whores like me while everyone else watches and learns. Last night, the only thing on the stage appeared to be a spanking machine. My ass began to twitch. I love a good bare hand on my bottom, but those spanking machines break the skin.
At the BDSM Club, My Ass Always Takes a Brutal Beating
Master wanted to teach the wannabee masters how to spank a whore’s ass. And my whore ass served as a teaching tool. Over 12 men used that spanking machine on my ass. Some used their hands and floggers too. After hours of demonstrations and practice runs with that machine, my ass looked like it had sun burn. My ass turned pink and raw. And it felt raw too. This submissive slut could not sit. Not even in my car to go home.
Today, my ass looks more like raw hamburger meat. And I cannot even sit down. Good thing I have a standing desk. If you call me today, please have mercy on my already sore ass.