As we were finishing our coffees the lights suddenly dimmed and the club president appeared on the brightly-lit stage. After thanking everyone for attending he turned his attention to our table. “And a special welcome to Master Matt and his special guest, the lovely DD, we hope you have enjoyed yourself DD and come back to see us again.”
Deanne blushed bright red and gazed down at the tablecloth. I stood and smiled our thanks while reaching down and taking Deanne’s hand to pull her to her feet. A look of fear came into her eyes as she realized I wanted to take her onto the stage. The patrons began to clap as I leant close to Deanne and whispered, “Do as I tell you and come with me, now!”
Deanne gave a long sigh and reluctantly allowed herself to be led up the steps onto the stage. She stood red faced, looking down at the floor as I spoke into the microphone.
“Thanks you ladies and gentlemen, dominants and submissives, and of course the switches too.” I said with a glance and smile at Melissa. “It has been my great pleasure to undertake the training of DD, a very sassy brat who for too long has had her own way with everything, and I mean everything. Up until recently she has always been able to twist everyone around her little finger, if DD said ‘jump’ the answer would be ‘how high?’. But then after talking to Melissa earlier this year DD realized that she has a strong need to be controlled and I’m proud to say that she is learning the lessons very quickly.”
Deanne looked up and smiled as the audience clapped once again. I motioned Melissa to come up on the stage and she quickly obeyed, standing close beside Deanne.
“But now,” I continued, “And this is a complete surprise to her, I am going to continue DD’s training right here for all of you to see. Yes, you can tell by the expression on her face that this is a complete surprise for the lovely DD and Melissa will assist me. Come with us DD, just over here.”
Deanne moaned as Melissa and I led her over to a padded spanking horse. “Please nooooooo,” she whispered to us, “Not in front of all these strangers.”
My grip was firm as I stood Deanne with her back to the very attentive audience. Quietly I said, “Deanne, you wanted to be controlled, let yourself go, trust me like you have before, you won’t regret it.”
“Get down DD,” Melissa surprised me once again by grabbing Deanne by the back of the neck and pushing her down over the right hand side of the spanking horse.
Deanne moaned loudly but did not fight back and I knew that she had made another breakthrough. As we settled Deanne into position I reached down and lifted her short skirt up and over her back. My next surprise was Melissa bending over the horse on the left of Deanne. My amazing subbie reached back, pulled her own skirt up off her lovely arse and then placed her right arm over Deanne’s back. The audience and I were now gazing at two delightful bottoms both bearing some marks that I had made earlier in the day.
I walked over to a rack and selected a long wide leather strap and a table tennis bat. Standing to one side so the audience could see I started by warming up the girls with the bat. Aware of the punishments both girls had endured only a few hours ago I commenced softly, making sure that I covered all four buttocks. Slowly I increased the force of the swats, alternating from buttock to buttock so that both had an equal share. The girls now started to verbalize the sting the bat was leaving and the ‘ouches, oooohs and ahhhhs’ could be heard by all in the club.
After replacing the bat in the rack I bent down and whispered to the girls. “I know you are both very turned on right now, neither of you are to orgasm until I give permission, understand?”
Melissa just nodded while Deanne whispered, “You’ve gotta be fucking joking!”
“You can do it Deanne,” Melissa whispered back, “Just hold on, do it for me and our Master.”
Deanne sucked air noisily into her lungs, “Shit Melissa, ok, ok, I’ll try, just get on with it Matt, oh god I mean Sir.”
Once again I took up my stance with the leather belt in my hand. I flicked it a couple of times to make sure I had the correct range, then raised the belt and swatted it across both arses at the same time.
“Owwwww,” Both girls yelled in unison.
Time after time the leather cracked across the glowing cheeks of my two subbies and each time their cries echoed around the club. Bright red lines and some welts formed as the pink skin bounced each time the strap landed.
I noticed Melissa’s arm pulling Deanne closer giving her emotional support to survive her first public thrashing.
The loud cries of pain from both told me that the girls had just about had enough so I threw the strap aside and turned to the audience. The girls were moaning as I raised my finger to my mouth instructing the audience to remain silent.
I reached into a pocket and pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing four halves of large lemons that I had taken from the tree at home. Taking half a lemon in each hand I stood close between both girls and squeezed a few drops of juice onto each of their red cheeks. Deanne and Melissa both cried out as the sour liquid hit the red welts.
“CUM GIRLS” I cried out as I whacked the lemon halves on each girl’s arse and rubbed hard.
Melissa and Deanne shrieked loudly with the pain and suddenly both of them orgasmed together, their bodies shuddering madly over the spanking horse. I moved around behind the girls allowing the audience a clear view of the action.
Stroking their backs I whispered to the moaning girls, giving them instructions as they slowly calmed down. “Fantastic my subbies, when you feel both feel capable of standing nod your heads and I will give instructions.”
“Yes Sir,” Both girls whispered as their lungs sucked in much needed air.
After a few more minutes both girls nodded and once again I took the microphone.
“Melissa and DD, stand, come here and take a bow.”
The girls pushed themselves off the spanking horse, turned and hand in hand walked then few steps to the front of the stage. The audience rose, clapping and cheering as my two embarrassed subbies took a bow. I gave them both a hug and we returned to our table.
“Master, permission for us to use the bathroom?” Melissa asked before we sat.
“Of course girls, off you go,” I said marveling at the inability of any female to go to the toilet alone when there was more than one present.
The girls wound their way between the tables accepting the congratulations of the patrons as they passed each group. I chatted to a few friends and sipped on a nice glass of port thoughtfully provided by the lovely and ever-cheeky Red. When the two giggling subbies returned my suggestion that we go home was greeted with tired but happy smiles of agreement.
We said our good-byes at the club and walked home slowly in silence, each of us immersed in our own thoughts.
After Melissa closed and locked the front door we stood in the hall and again I drew the girls into a group hug.
“DD, I don’t think you should drive home tonight, you take the guest room.”
“Yes Sir, I do feel absolutely stuffed at the moment, thank you, you offer is most welcome.” Deanne said with a tired sigh. “It has been an amazing day and I would like to discuss some of it with you in the morning if I may. And Sir, I love being called DD, it’s almost like another persona for me.”
“Of course DD, see you in the morning,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek, “The guest room is second on the left, Melissa has put your bag in there, goodnight.”
“Goodnight Sir and thank you again,” Deanne laughed as she returned my kiss and then kissed Melissa full on the mouth, “And goodnight Mistress Melissa my old friend, I will see you both in the morning.”
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