"If she's a bad girl, she should be spanked."

Kay nods approvingly. "Yes. Blake is so obviously a naughty little slut. I bet she'll even like it."

This is a bit more than you bargained for. You just wanted to spy on a sleepover, not get your ass paddled by a hairbrush. You move to rise, but Sam pulls your arms out from under you, dropping you right back across Kay's lap. You're surprised again at just how much weaker you are as a woman than a man, but even more surprising is that being at the mercy of these girls in your already-aroused state is only making you more turned on.

"No backing out, now, little slut. Take your spanking like a big girl." Sam teases. You had no idea these girls could be so sexually charged when alone.

You look around for help but there's not a friendly face to be found. They take Truth or Dare seriously around here. Alicia is grinning at you almost gloatingly as Kay swings the hairbrush down against your plump buttcheck with a loud smack.

"Ah! Fuck that hurts!"

Several girls cheer and laugh. Sam keeps a firm grip on your delicate wrists, trapping you as Kay smacks your ass again with the brush. And again, and so on. She's not hitting you very hard, not really, but it still stings like a bitch and she seems to be making it personal.

You yelp and kick your feet as everyone laughs. Objectively, your situation is not all that ****. They're not really torturing you, or taking it so far you'd consider it proper ****. It's intense, but somehow still playful. But you've never been spanked like this before. As a man you've never so much as considered the possibility, although you have playfully spanked a girlfriend now or then. Now, trapped in a sleepover as a woman, being dominated by other women against your will, the experience leaves you humiliated and horny. You struggle to process exactly why, but you almost enjoy being restrained and paddled by the two girls, even the sharp sting becomes welcome after a couple minutes.

After a while, Liz claps her hands. "That's five minutes!" She looks at you but you really can't read the expression on her face. Is she proud of you?

Sam releases you and gives you a pat on the head. "Good girl," she says, and Alicia nearly chokes on her wine with laughter.

"Told you she would like it." Kay laughed, tossing the hairbrush onto the couch. She meets your eyes knowingly and adds, "Forget the game, let's just mess with Blake. I'm calling it. Club meeting."

"Club meeting!" several of the other girls repeat together.

Alicia's expression turns positively wicked the way she smirks at you. "Simone." With a squeal, Alicia jumps up and hurries to the corner of the room to pull a large box from the closet.

The dark-skinned body builder moves behind you and places her hands on your shoulders, holding you still when you try to shrug her hands off of you. "Sorry, Blake. You're not going anywhere."

Something's very wrong with this situation. "Uh... what's going on?"

Kay blocks your view of whatever Alicia is doing with that box but you hear a soft clinking of what sounds like chains? "Truth or Dare is over," Kay says simply. "Now it's time for our club to hold a special meeting, which is what this sleepover was supposed to be before you showed up. But fuck it. You're in." At your confused expression, she adds. "It's our secret BDSM sex club. We take turns playing top and bottom. You're very lucky we're letting you play with us. Seems everyone likes you, but since this is your first time you don't get to top anyone. Don't worry, we all know what we're doing."

Dominatrix club? An excited tingle flutters through you. Oh no...

Someone cheerfully asks, "Whose turn is it to be in charge?"