Public spanking

The twin figures of Tanya and Mitchell looked like they doing their best to literally fade into the shadows as the bustling scene of the fetish club played out in front of them.

Tanya let the piece of paper holding the instructions for their fifth tie-breaking task slip from her fingers as her mouth hung open.

It was safe to say she'd never been in a club that was anything like this before. Even through the red-tinged murkiness of the rooms, Tanya could see semi-naked men and women writhing and grinding away, either with each other, or in some of the most bizarre contraptions Tanya had ever seen.

The first view the clientele got as they entered into the Cracking Whip Club was one designed to overload the senses. That was the case for even seasoned veterans of the kinks on full display nearby - bondage, foot worshipping, and ones that Tanya didn't even know the name for - so to the virgin eyes of it's two latest and unwilling guests, the club was an eye-opener to an entirely different world.

They'd both read the instructions that Rachel had left them this morning, and knew that the tie-breaker was going to be a public and painful affair. Nothing could have prepared them for the scene playing out in front of their eyes though.

Two days had passed since Tanya had evened the scores. For the entire of yesterday, neither one of them had dared leave the house in case Rachel delivered their next task, but the vindictive bitch had left them stewing for over twenty-four hours, wondering what last task they'd have to compete in.

It had given them plenty of time to think about - and hesitantly discuss - the fact that now both of them were playing to win so that they could spare the other the final humiliation. Each had tentatively suggested the other just quit, and save them both from having to do this. But each had also reasoned that the final humiliation was likely to be even worse, and if nothing else, their shared humiliations had strangely brought them even closed together. Neither wanted to imagine the other experiencing what diabolical and fiendish last task Rachel had planned for the loser.

Then, this morning, the note had arrived, along with an address. They'd had to read it three times just to make sure they weren't reading it wrong. Sadly, they were not.

Standing at the front of the club though, they were not left to contemplate this for long. Within only two minutes of them arriving in the club, a tall thin man in a tight leather outfit hurried over to them. Completely bald with the exception of single strip of short hair in a quasi-Mohawk fashion, his tanned complexion contrasted with the rooms beyond that looked like they'd never seen the sun.

"Tanya and Mitchell I assume?" he asked, dispensing with the pleasantries and immediately assuming a business-like tone.

"Ye... yes." Mitchell said, hesitantly.

"We were told to expect you." The man answered primly, in an almost comically fussy manner that seemed bizarrely out of place considering the acts of wanton sex occurring behind him.

Tanya and Mitchell looked at each other.

"We... were sent for something."

Tanya dropped to her knees and momentarily cast around on the floor looking for the piece of paper she'd dropped.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" the man said, dismissing Tanya's feeble attempts, and waving a hand in the direction of a large stage that seemed to be the focal point of several distinct open areas.

Even in the darkness, Tanya could make out some equipment that seemed to have been set up on the stage.

"We have been paid in advance, and everything is setup." The man looked at them both brightly, and showed the first sign of real emotion.

"When we advertised your little show, there were a lot of people rather interested to see how two... well... let's just call you novices... would fare in ol' "Paddling Patsy" "

Tanya looked slightly nonplussed. "'Paddling Patsy?'"

The man, proudly dressed in tight leather and with pants that did everything short of actual exposure in terms of prominently framing his cock, somehow managed to look sheepish.

"Well, just my pet name for our spanking machine. It's been set to two-player mode, and... umm", he coughed, "the record is currently seventy spanks.

He looked at them seriously for a moment. "Although I'm sure I don't have to warn you that the man who resisted that long had several goes in the weeks leading up. His ass was, well, acclimatized to the treatment that the spanking machine dishes out."

He held out an arm towards the stage, indicating that Tanya and Mitchell should make their way towards it without further delay.

Reluctantly, Tanya and Mitchell walked slowly on, with their strange host following closely behind.

The club began to envelope them as the entrance receded behind them. The noises, sexual, primal, erotic, bombarded them from all sides.

"You will be strapped into restraints," The host said, as if discussing something as innocent as the way to get to a local restaurant, "and then the spanking machine will alternate spanks on your exposed, naked bottoms."

Tanya and Mitchell both turned at the same time to look intently at the host.

"Oh, you'll be quite naked, I assure you," he said, happily, "and just to make things more interesting, the spanking machine will throw in a random delay between each spank."

Mitchell groaned.

"Yes, yes, it certainly makes it harder to prepare oneself for the next one!" the host added, playfully nudging Mitchell on his shoulders.

Tanya looked to one side, and saw a woman in a cage, sitting on a vibrator, while seven other men and women sat around her, drinking, chatting, objectifying the caged woman and treating her like a piece of furniture. As Tanya watched on, the woman climaxed noisily, and seem to come out of a trance as her body shook with the physical exertions of the orgasm.

Would that be her? A piece of meat for others to visually feast on? A piece of furniture to be used, to be looked at, to be stripped of her humanity for the sole purpose of others sexual gratification?

Tanya closed her eyes and imagined her own experience on the webcam, climaxing uncontrollably as her body betrayed her, knowing others were watching her every spasm and hearing her every moan.

"So," the man was continuing, "what will happen is that you will each receive spanks in turn. The game ends when one of you can't take it any more and cries out for it to stop! Simplicity itself, really!"

"Give up Tanya," Mitchell said, ignoring the host, "let me win so I can choose to take the ultimate humiliation myself! You don't have to do this Tanya."

Tanya took Mitchell's hand, and squeezed gently, "Would you give up so I could take the ultimate humiliation?"

Mitchell shook his head vigorously, "Of course not!"

Tanya smiled. "And that's why I can't surrender either."

"This is insane! This is my fault Tanya, let me pay the price, please!"

Tanya just sighed, and fell silent as they covered the remaining distance to the stairs leading up to the stage.

As they reached them, the host draped his arms around their shoulders in something resembling a friendly fashion.

"Well, that was quite the delightful little exchange," he said, before pausing for a moment and looking at them both in turn, "but right now... I'll be taking those clothes of yours, please."

Tanya felt like with those simple words, a hundred eyes swiveled to immediately check her out. A hush began to spread across the room, as the realization began to sweep over people that the main entertainment for tonight had finally arrived.

Tanya and Mitchell - the soon-to-be victims of Ol' Paddling Patsy - had arrived to see who could endure the most. And the bitter reality of it all was that the prize for taking the most, was the prize of choosing an even deeper humiliation still to be announced...