We were a few dozen healthy 20-something women, all off on a grueling, month-long survival course.

This wasn’t the military. We were training to work for a hands-on Third World relief agency, where we would face all sorts of struggles and rough circumstances. The training, which consisted of lots of wilderness exercises, was meant to winnow out the women who weren’t serious enough for the commitment. Better they find out ahead of time that they didn’t have the stuff than fail overseas.

Away in the mountains, in a crude camp where we had to pump our own water, cook over wood fires and endure hours of drills, the little cabins where we slept were like oases. There were ten of us in each of the small, framed structures. We would stagger in at dusk, strip and collapse onto our cots.

I had thought I was in great shape. I’d run track in college and had a lithe, toned figure. But this was a freakin’ endurance contest. I hiked and climbed and did whatever the instructors demanded until every muscle screamed.

Naturally, a competition sprang up among us female volunteers. (Men trained in a different camp.) And of course, in such situations, some bitch had to try to be top dog.

In this case, it was Teddi — way too cuddly a name for the hard-muscled, rip-snorting woman who went tearing through our daily workouts like a gladiator. We called her Ted.

I was bunking in the same cabin with her. After a harrowing day, she would sometimes drop and do fifty pushups, calling the rest of us wimps the whole time. Other times, she would strut around naked, flexing her developed musculature. She had dark, spiky hair and an attitude to match.

Yeah, Ted was a jerk — albeit an attractive one.

However, one morning I’d had enough of her attitude. Ted was daring anyone to take her on at any physical activity. I got off my cot, not bothering to put on panties, and said, “A race. At lunch break. You and me.”

Ted flashed her wide, malevolent grin as she looked me up and down. “You got nice tits, girlie. But you’re not better than me at anything.”

It was on.

The instructors got wind of our impending competition and laid out an informal course, three miles around one of the mountaintops. When lunch came and Ted and I went to the start line, something occurred to me. “Hey,” I said. “What’re the stakes?”

“You do what I say in the cabin tonight, if — I mean when — I win. Reverse if you beat me. Which’ll never happen,” Ted answered with a sneer.

“My cunt tingled with a lustful interest that startled me.”

I couldn’t wait to wipe that expression off her pretty face. I also let myself wonder what I might make her do later on…

Then we were off and running. I was flying, like in all those track meets. But after a mile, I lost footing on the terrain and struggled to regain my pace. Ted, meanwhile, ran like a crazed goat.

Somehow, minutes later, I saw her cross the finish line three strides ahead of me. I couldn’t believe it!

Ted — sweat pouring down her face — said, “Your ass is mine tonight.”

I didn’t know how literally she meant that.

That evening, I awaited my fate with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. I halfway figured she meant to put me through some melodramatic lesbian “ordeal.” (That didn’t bother me — I wasn’t skittish about sucking some pussy.) But the tension built as Ted delayed coming to the cabin. The other women pretended not to watch me, but I knew they were. I even saw faces peering in the windows. The whole camp knew about our wager. I could see deviant excitement alighting my bunkmates’ features.

By the time Ted came stomping through the door, I’d grown seriously nervous. She looked insufferably smug, fists raised in victory.

“Get your fuckin’ clothes off!” she told me.

“I want to see that sweet ass!”

Her tone of command made my hands shake as I stripped. Again I waited, heart beating hard.

“Up on the cot,” she ordered. “On your hands and knees!”

My body trembled as I got on all fours, facing the wall. I heard Ted’s measured steps coming up behind me. Everyone else had retreated, but I felt the women around us still watching.

I honestly don’t know what I was expecting, but suddenly there was a loud smack — and I jumped and yelped, feeling a hand-sized sting on my right ass cheek. I cranked my head around to see Ted standing at the foot of my cot, grinning, her hand raised. I was shocked — and aroused. My cunt tingled with a lustful interest that startled me.

“Don’t you look at me unless I give you permission!” she scolded. Then she whacked my left cheek, delivering an equally wicked sting. I bit back a groan, not wanting to reveal my feelings, and I obediently turned my head away. Waiting for the next slap, I braced my knees and stiffened my arms, fingers gripping the bedding. So… she was going to spank me? Naked, in front of the others, like a naughty girl at some kinky boarding school.

That idea sent a strange charge through me, a kind of excitement I’d never experienced before, and it thrilled me to my core.

Ted delivered another smack. Each pain impulse skipped through my whole body, awakening sensations that didn’t seem to belong to me. My punisher took her time between blows, letting the pause fill me with anticipation, making me shiver as I worked to hold myself still.

My skin tingled. My nerve endings crackled. My nipples had hardened, and my pussy flowed with wetness.

The pain, though, was real. Ted alternated hands, hitting from one side, then the other. She was covering the whole area of my ass. My backside glowed with a rising heat. She struck the same spots more than once, and that was pain on top of pain, a fiery stinging sensation that left me breathless.

I cried out with each slap, a raw helpless sound. Distantly, I heard the gasps of the others. More than a few of the women sounded aroused, as if seeing me getting my bare ass spanked was some kind of pornographic treat. I realized that I liked them seeing me this way. I wanted them to watch, to appreciate the punishment I was taking.

There was a window in the wall, and I looked up to see faces peering down at me, eyes wide. Yes! Yes — watch me!

“You see what you get, you bad girl!” Ted said, striking my ass with another full-arm swing of her big strong hand. “You see what I have to do to you!”

I cried out at the next blow, but I could hear the sensual excitement in my voice.

Ted paused longer than usual to consider my quivering form. I hoped this wasn’t over; I wanted more. Then she said, with a new rawness in her voice, “You like this, don’t you, bad girl? Say it. Say it!”

“I like it!” I confessed breathlessly.

“Look at me.”

Obeying, I turned to look at Ted, knowing I must appear as flustered as I felt. She was still Teddi, the blowhard, but now she seemed to loom above me, to fill up the room, a wickedly deviant goddess. My brain whirled. I had entered a realm of sexual delirium I’d barely even known existed. I had never guessed this secret need within myself.

Ted met my eyes. I saw that she understood this moment of sexual discovery. She didn’t give me her usual sneering grin. Instead, she offered a tender smile that touched me. That smile was what I kept in my mind during the last few blows. Ted spanked me until my ass felt raw and used. Then she gave me a husky, “Well done,” before retreating to her own cot. Nobody said a word to me. I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. It was lights out and retreat to your own private fantasies after that.

At least, it was until I heard a distinctive footstep.

Yes, later, when she’d decided our scene was over and after everyone had wordlessly slunk to their cots and we were enveloped in darkness, Ted came to me. I had to sleep on my stomach; my ass was so sore. Ted slipped two fingers into my pussy from behind, her thumb flicking my clit, working me gently and expertly. I climaxed with a soft mewl of satisfaction. I turned, and Teddi lowered her dripping cleft onto my eager mouth. I smeared my lips against hers. I only had to tongue her for a bit before she closed her thighs around my head and came hard.

My life was never the same after that incredible, wonderful night of spanking and fulfillment.

“I needed this. My body and spirit cried out for punishment.”

My stint with the relief agency was enriching and rewarding, but I moved on to a lucrative career in finance. Over the years, I found the occasional lover who could gratify my special kink. I needed my ass spanked, and for that I required someone who got off on giving me my spankings. That could be a complicated arrangement.

One boyfriend, Jake, turned out to be a master at administering punishments. All he had to do was slide his custom-made paddle out of its velvet sleeve, and I’d be wet and on my knees. We’d worked for the same firm, but he got transferred to the Paris branch and that was that.

“Missing Jake, Yolanda?”

I looked up from moping at my desk to see Suzette, a nimble brunette who wore tight business attire that showed off her nicely rounded tits and shapely legs.

“I sure am,” I said dejectedly.

“Yeah. Me, too.”

I gave her a sharper look, but then shrugged. Jake and I had never said anything about exclusivity. Besides, I’ve never much liked monogamy.

I did wonder, though, if Jake and Suzette had ever… ?

As if reading my mind, she leaned toward me and said, “Our Jake could sure swing that paddle, huh?”

Her moist mouth was so close. I wanted to pull her onto my desk and tear off her clothes. Even the mention of Jake’s proficiency with that paddle had me seething with repressed desire. I was desperately turned on.

Still whispering, Suzette added, “He wasn’t the only game in town, you know. Come to this address tonight. It’s a private club. Maybe you can take punishment as good as I can.”

I accepted the little white card she held out. I also meant to take up the very obvious challenge she’d just made to me. Nobody could take a paddling like I could!

The club was swank, with marble columns out front. I felt a burst of anticipation as I presented the card Suzette had given me and was ushered through double doors to a wide-open space. A few people in formal wear milled about, but I didn’t see anybody getting their ass swatted or any sexual activity of any kind. Was Suzette having a laugh at my expense?

An attendant appeared and politely led me into a dressing room. Only there was nothing to change into — no clothes, only a rack of collars and leashes. I was left alone to look over my options. Two other women came in, giggling, and proceeded to strip immediately. They each eagerly picked out a collar for the other and ducked out, without a word to me.

I stood mystified a moment more, then Suzette entered, smiling. “I’m so glad you’re here!” She saw my confused expression. “Lose the clothes, sweetheart.” She stepped out of her own outfit, revealing her gorgeous body. “Now, pick something you’d like to have around your neck for a few hours.”

After I was nude, she helped me don my selected collar. I shivered at the feel of the leather around my throat. She playfully tweaked my stiff nipples. “What happens is we stroll around until someone picks us. If you’re willing to play, you submit. There are lots of lovely men and women here, and it’s all for fun. Do you want to bail?”

I shook my head adamantly. This was about more than showing Suzette I could take some butt slaps. I needed this. My body and spirit cried out for punishment. Nothing else made me feel complete. And the thought of becoming a random plaything for a nameless dominant thrilled me.

I kissed Suzette full on the mouth, and we went out together, naked, leashes dangling invitingly.

The club had filled up. Men in black tie and women in stunning gowns mingled. They looked like a wealthy, cultured crowd. Some were probably clients of my firm. Here and there — because I couldn’t miss them — I saw beautiful females wearing only leather collars and leashes.

Suzette and I parted. I wandered through the huge room. My feeling of exposure was intense. I sensed many appreciative eyes on me. I passed one of the giggly women from earlier. Now she was on her knees, head bowed to the carpet, her luscious ass raised high. A man with an athlete’s build wearing a designer tux was rhythmically smacking her butt with a wooden paddle that looked like a cricket bat.

The flesh of the woman’s ass quivered with each blow. Onlookers applauded decorously. The woman moaned shamelessly.

Hot need boiled inside me.

Suddenly, a hand took my leash. I was pulled forward to face an icy-looking blonde. “Well, well,” she said. “A new face. Let us see what you can take, shall we?”

I was ready to play and nodded my consent. Others around us made approving noises. An attendant appeared and offered a paddle made of dark wood to the statuesque blonde. She took it with a wry smile, then jerked my leash. “Kneel.”

I knelt. She put the paddle before me.

“Kiss it,” she commanded.

A fluttery joy rose through my being. Obediently, I kissed the lacquered paddle.

My blonde mistress tugged the leash, and I lowered my forehead until it rested on the scarlet carpet. My bare ass was pointed toward the chandeliered ceiling, and I waited, every muscle tensed and my heart beating fast.

I actually heard the paddle swish through the air before it impacted my backside. The blow jolted my whole body. My right ass cheek, where she’d hit me, stung gloriously. I felt the spreading warmth, as well as a surge of dampness from my pussy.

Again, the paddle whistled. Again, she struck my ass with merciless force. Sweat sprang out on my back. My lips parted in a silent gasp. My mistress’s audience ooohed and aaahed. The flat wood surface hit again, catching me across both cheeks this time. I groaned hungrily. This woman was at least as good as Jake with her technique.

Jake, though, had also been skilled with running commentary. He would call me a bad girl, telling me why I needed to be punished, which always thrilled me. The blonde woman remained silent as she smacked my defenseless butt.

I burned with violent pleasure. My pussy flooded, and I felt a profound climax building in me, the kind of orgasm only a good paddling could bring. But, all of a sudden, it was over. The spanking stopped, and when I looked up, the woman had sashayed away.

Frustrated, I rose shakily to my feet. My rear tingled and burned. I wanted to touch it, to feel the heat that the paddle had woken in my flesh, but instead I meekly resumed my wandering circuit of the large open space in search of more.

While I’d been taking my lovely licks, the party had turned overtly sexual. I saw the second of the two giggling women from the dressing room avidly sucking a man’s cock as a socialite-looking woman whipped her ass with a leather thong. Elsewhere, a naked woman in a collar was being relentlessly fingered by two men, one delving into her pussy, the other her asshole. The woman convulsed helplessly through a seemingly endless series of orgasms.

I didn’t see Suzette, but she could easily be lost in this sizeable crowd. Apparently, this private club was quite popular with the most deviant upper crust.

The leather of my collar was abruptly tugged as another guest seized my leash. This time, I turned to stare into a set of gorgeous blue eyes. They belonged to a man with strong, handsome features, a solid physique, and a matinee-idol’s grin. He reminded me immediately of Jake, but this male radiated even more charisma, masculinity, and raw power.

“Trying to sneak past me, huh?” he taunted. “That’s what a bad girl would do. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“Breathless, I cast a glance over my shoulder and BEGGED, ‘PLEASE, FUCK ME, SIR!’”

Something melted in the pit of my stomach. Ripples of anticipation raced across my bare skin. This man seemed to loom, to tower. I felt his dominating personality wash over me. This one, I knew, would truly give me what I craved.

“Answer me!” he demanded, voice cracking like a whip.

“I… I know,” I murmured, desire trembling in me at my marrow.

His grin was devilish. His blue eyes blazed. “Then assume the position!”

Those words sent fierce waves of ecstasy through me. His tone was harsh, but I saw the twinkle in his stunning eyes. He was playing a role as much as I was. I trusted that he understood my needs as well as I did his.

I went to my knees, then dropped until my forehead touched the carpet. I heard him move behind me.

Expecting the swat of a paddle, I was surprised when I felt his caressing hand on my cheeks. He brushed the warmed flesh, squeezing delicately, as if examining the wares. I braced myself.

When the first smack came, it did not disappoint. He used his open palm, which I liked. It made the blow more personal somehow. He was as strong as he looked. I felt the full masculine muscle of him in that lovely initial spank.

I cried out. He smacked me again from the other side, catching the thickest part of my ass. My flesh was still stinging from the blonde’s paddling, but this was something else. This was the real deal.

“See what I have to do to you?” His voice was hard and authoritative.

“Y-yes…”

“Yes what?” He swatted me again. The flesh-on-flesh sound was sharp and loud.

“Yes, Sir!” I blurted.

His hand came down. My head rocked to the side on the carpet. Through the strands of my hair, I glimpsed him behind me. Once more he seemed to overshadow everything. His forceful presence shut out all the other guests, even the ones who’d gathered near to watch our display. They were shadow figures. He was all that mattered. After a few more spanks, I was aware only of this masterful man and his punishing hand.

A downward glance told me he had a wicked hard-on inside his slacks. I hoped he would let me touch his cock later. I also hoped to seriously thank Suzette for inviting me here.

The man kept up a powerful tempo. Each spank drove the pain higher, but it rapidly transformed into a thrilling rapture. My nerve endings sang. The hurt was pleasure, translating itself. The universe turned inside out. I swam with warmth and joy. My memory flung me back into that cabin in the mountains years before, with Teddi meting out my punishment in front of all those gawking women. I thought, too, of Jake, but he’d vanished on a Parisian breeze.

I had my master now, at least for tonight, for this exquisite moment. His blows continued to land on my quivering ass. Sweat streamed from me. I groaned with bliss, with an approaching culmination. My pussy flowed with wetness.

“The bad girl wants her reward? Okay. Come for me! Come for me, bad girl!”

I could only obey, bringing a hand between my legs to strum my clit. The deep carnal jubilation rose and overwhelmed me. A torrent of pleasure swept me away. I was defenseless against it. He had demanded this climax, and I offered my orgasm up to him as a gift. I moaned crazily, bucking and thrashing.

Breathless, I cast a glance over my shoulder and begged, “Please, fuck me, Sir!”

The man flashed a feral smile and reached for a crystal bowl on a nearby table. After snagging a condom from it, he quickly opened his pants and donned the rubber. A moment later, he was on his knees, his hard cock rammed into my drenched pussy.

Each slap of his pelvis reawakened the heat in my ass, urging me toward another climax. I thrust back against him, pushing up onto my elbows and looking back fully at him. I watched him fuck me like a demon, his handsome face twisted with rising ecstasy.

His blue eyes found mine. They still twinkled. Then he let out a cry of his own, and his cock spasmed, which set off another series of frantic love-quakes for me.

Afterward, I was limp. I lay on the floor until I felt his arms gathering me up. I snuggled against him, and he kissed me gently and said, “Good girl.”

Maybe I was. Maybe for a minute or two.

But I knew that this was far from over. I would be his bad girl again and again.

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