Joan-e MCallister was a rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club, a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an idea of her mother’s) and then a hyphenated last name (also her mother’s idea). But the nurse, misunderstanding the name as the mother said it, blurted out, “That sounds like two names!” In response, Joan-e’s father said, “It’s supposed to be hyphenated.” And so it was.
The second strangeness about Joan-e came about because of her fascination with being spanked. She and her boyfriend Kevin had played out some scenes, and both of them knew that she loved being spanked. ... No, that isn’t true, she hated being spanked, but it turned her on beyond belief and she loved being turned on. She especially loved the explosive orgasms that followed her spanking-induced euphoric state.
She also loved her third strangeness, which was flashing people or somehow making herself visible in public while she was naked. She had even done the order a pizza and answer the door naked thing. When the pizza arrived and the delivery person was not a male, Joan-e said glumly, “Oh, it’s a girl.”
The pizza girl, however, said, “That’s not a problem,” as she reached out and stroked Joan-e’s already dripping snatch. Then she said, “I get off at midnight. I can come back here and get you off at least three times by one.” Joan-e just stood there with her mouth open, but Kevin said from behind her, “And I can get you off at least twice in the same time period.”
Kevin eventually split with Joan-e to move in with Pizza Girl. That’s when Joan-e discovered her third thrill and fourth strangeness. She gradually learned that she loved taking risks, especially risks involving semi-sexual payoffs. For example, she would bet on a football game or basketball game or almost anything with the guys at work where she was a receptionist in a stock brokers office. There were eleven men... and her in the office. Almost all business was conducted over the telephone or at the client’s home or business, so it was just Joan-e and the brokers. Usually the bet with the guys was “$25 if I win; if I lose, I come to work with no underwear.”
All of the men knew of the bet or were in on it. Joan-e might end up with a couple hundred dollars, or she might end up sitting at her desk with her dress hitched up and her legs spread so the guys could see that she had lived up to the bet. Once she bet it all on a Super Bowl game and ended up sitting naked at her desk for a whole week. That week a dozen of their best clients “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of their special clients.
Making the bets would get her juices flowing, but having to show her cunt to everyone in the office caused her to tremble and shake with arousal. So, every hour or two, she would go into the restroom to “splash some cold water on my face.” At least that’s what she told her boss. What she actually did was to strip totally naked, lay on the restroom floor, and finger herself to an earth-shattering orgasm.
It was boyfriend number two... or maybe he was number three... that first took her to The Club. The sounds and smells of sex... and humiliation... and pain... were in the air as soon as they came through the front doors. Joan-e was already at the edge of orgasm by the time they entered the darkness of the main room. David had a table near the front. A good friend of his was a member and had gotten them a VIP visitors pass.
As they sat with their drinks and watched the various acts and performances by the Masters, Mistresses and subs, David leaned in close to her and said, “You would like to be up there, wouldn’t you?”
When she didn’t reply, he added, “It’s written all over your face, Joan-e. I’ll bet you would love to get up there and get your naked ass whipped.”
He was actually kidding, but she wasn’t when she made her first bet with him. “You can spank me for as long as you want,” she said firmly, “and if you break me, you can fuck me right there on stage.” She waited for his gasp and gulp to subside and then added, “... and if I cum you can fuck me in the ass.”
“And if you don’t?” he said in a slightly shaky voice.
“Then you buy me a new outfit,” she chirped back.
David immediately excused himself to go talk to the stage manager. When he came back, he said, “We’re on next.”
After a Dom in black leather finished flogging her boy-toy slut, the emcee came up on stage and announced loudly, “We have a club virgin appearing on stage tonight.”
She broke at spank four hundred and fifty-five. Her butt was all purple and swollen as David flipped her off of his lap and dropped her to the stage. She gasped loudly as her tortured ass hit the stage floor. She continued to gasp as David drove into her sopping cunt. David wasn’t known for his endurance– except at spanking– but she still orgasmed twice before he grunted loudly and drove himself hard into her cunt.
She never told David, but she hadn’t broken. The pain hadn’t gotten beyond what she could handle. The pain hadn’t even yet gone from pleasure-pain to pain-pain. The reality was that she was afraid that she could no longer hold back her orgasm.
She and David repeated their performance at the club a dozen or so times before they broke up. Once, she even let it go past four hundred and fifty-five, just to see how long she could actually go without orgasming. On swat four hundred and seventy-one, she suddenly arched into a bow and began screaming and wailing on David’s lap.
Before her wails had died down, David had slipped out from under her and draped her over the chair. Then kneeling on the floor behind her, he drove into her virgin asshole in one push. There was plenty of lube flowing from her pussy, but her ass was very sore and her rosebud, itself, was dry and still very tight from the contractions of her orgasm. The additional pain triggered a second orgasm and then the realization that she was being fucked... in the ass... in public... on stage... triggered a third.
After that, spanking alone wasn’t enough for David. Neither was normal fucking when Joan-e called “Uncle.” He wanted her to orgasm so he could again take her ass on stage. He was so obsessed with her ass, that he lost interest in the spanking routine. It was his persistent nagging for her to do an anal show at the club that finally caused them to break up.
Because of a superb body and a wise choice of parents, Joan-e was always able to heal in three or four weeks after one of her and David’s marathon spanking performances, so the people at the club learned to expect a monthly performance. But Joan-e and David were no longer a couple. Two months came and went and Joan-e and David did not perform. Four months passed, and then six.
Finally after almost a year, Joan-e approached the club management with a proposition for a one-girl show. Well, it wasn’t one girl. It was Joan-e and twenty-three men. She called it “23 and Me.”
The Club received no cash and didn’t directly handle the betting, so it was on the gray side of legal– which a lot of activity at the club also was. The setup was this. Twenty-three men each bet $25.00 that they could break Joan-e. Each man got twenty swats. There was a drawing to determine who went first and each man delivered five swats at a time. If she broke before the fourth round of men finished, the man who broke her got to fuck her on stage like David used to. As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. Almost always, the night ended with Joan-e walking out of the club with a very sore ass and $575.00. Occasionally, she would scream out, “Uncle! Uncle! I can’t take any more!” and the lucky man would flip her over and drop her onto the stage like David used to. Then he would pound into her cunt while she screamed and wailed beneath him.
Some people thought she was screaming in pain. Others thought it was passion. The reality was that it was a little of both plus some showmanship to keep things interesting. Once or twice, she faked an orgasm during the spanking and was fucked in the ass. No one caught on that, when that happened, she was always over the lap of the least-endowed man among the twenty-three.
Most of the time, the four hundred and sixty swats would complete and she would give a big bow to the audience in the club. That was always followed by an even deeper bow facing the back wall so that the people at the tables could appreciate her swollen, red and purple, and almost bleeding rear end. Then, as she left the stage, she would select one of the men– or women– to take home with her. She would always tell them that it was a consolation prize for being such a good spanker, but the reality was that she was so horny from being spanked that she needed someone or something to relieve her distress or she would explode.
Joan-e was always in control... except for that night when the old sailor limped up to the stage to sign up for the bet drawing. The fact that he was old was obvious. The fact that he was– or had been– a sailor was revealed when his name was drawn for the spanking session.