When an invite to a fetish party found its way into my email, I was curious.

I had no idea how I’d ended up on the mailing list, but since I’ve always had a thing for kinky sex and dominant women, I figured I’d check it out. On the night of the party, I dressed in all black, like the invite suggested, and made my way downtown.

After I paid the $10 admission at the door, I was greeted by what looked like a wet dream come to life. The club was small, but there had to be a dozen women wandering around in leather and latex. Some were whipping and spanking the more daring partygoers, while a few were standing around talking, and one was leading a man around by a leash. I studied the dominatrixes for a moment, watching them do their thing, and then took a moment to look around at the rest of the club. Most of the people there, men and women, looked pretty average, dressed in mostly black slacks and shirts or dresses. They were milling about, taking in the scenes being played out before them, chatting one another up, and enjoying drinks from the bar.

When I saw a few people wander toward the back of the club and disappear, I followed, and discovered another, bigger room full of more kinky scenes. There was a St. Andrew’s cross, and a woman in a short red dress was chained to the X while a man in a dark button-down shirt and black jeans tickled her all over, making her giggle and squirm. I watched them for a minute, intrigued by their game, then moved on.

I stopped when I spotted a woman spanking a man who was leaning over a chair, his pants pulled down to bare his ass. The woman was older than I am, tall and lean, and had long chestnut hair hanging in waves down her back. She had on loose black slacks, a black corset pushing up her breasts, and a black bow tie around her neck. She was the only woman I’d spotted so far who wasn’t wearing a dress or skirt, and when I looked down at her feet, I saw a regular pair of high heels, not the sky-high platform heels a lot of the other women were wearing. She looked comfortable and at ease, and I was drawn to her.

I watched her spank the bare-assed man for ten minutes before she sent him to get her a drink. When she twisted around to pull her hair up, she saw me watching her and made a beeline for me. “Did you see something you liked, honey?” she asked, and even though I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do, I nodded and said that I had. “Do you want to know what it feels like?” she asked next, and I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “Yes!”

She guided me over to the space she’d cleared to play in, had me stand in front of her, and smacked her palm against my ass. It wasn’t strong, but even that soft hit, dulled by my pants and boxers, was enough to make my cock throb with desire. “Harder,” I told her, without any prompting, and I heard her chuckle before she hit my ass again with more force. It felt even better that time, and I groaned from the arousal I felt.

I’d been spanked before — in private, by a previous girlfriend who had insisted on fair sex play — but something about being with a stranger and having an audience made it that much hotter. I wanted more.

After the other guy returned with her drink, Jessica — just Jessica, not Lady Jessica or Mistress Jessica — told him to take a break so she could play with me. She took a drink from her beer bottle, then directed me to lean over the back of the chair, spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and hold on to the seat to keep my balance. Then she spanked me in earnest, swatting my ass with her palm, each forceful strike creating a sharp, tingly feeling.

When the smacks got harder, I heard it each time her hand made contact, the loud thwacks rising above the rest of the noise in the club, and it turned me on even more. My dick was pushing hard against the front of my pants, and I needed to unzip them to ease the pressure.

Once my pants were unzipped, Jessica pulled them and my boxers down to smack her palm against my bare ass. It felt intense without my clothes dulling the sensation, and I moaned loudly. Then the next hit came, and I felt my dick throb as the heat spread across my ass cheek. After a few more swats, Jessica picked up the pace, and the smacks came in rapid succession. As soon as I felt her hand pull back, it would land again, and the tingling spreading across my cheeks grew more intense.

By then, my dick was throbbing wildly, and my fingers were clenched tightly to the edge of the chair as I tried to contain my arousal. Jessica spanked me for another minute, delivering another dozen or so swats, and then she stepped back and told me to go cool down. I quickly pulled up my pants and went off in search of the bathroom.

Inside the private little room, I freed my dick once more and jerked off until I came, spewing my load all over my hand. I cleaned up, zipped myself up again, and went to the bar to get a strong drink. Then I started walking around the club again, looking to see what other trouble I could get into.