Bonding
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Charley's first act
"What am I going to do with you girl?"
"I don't know Sir."
"Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!" the audience chanted.
Charlotte could hardly believe she was doing this. If only Sally and Gallie
hadn't been so pushy. If only she hadn't accepted the free wine. If only she
hadn't needed the money. If only she hadn't an exhibitionist streak in her. If
only .... Her thoughts were quickly thrust into the background by the chants.
Now she stood on stage dressed as a schoolgirl in front of her 'headmaster'.
*****
Charlotte and her work colleagues Sally and Gallie had visited this club several
times. It gave them a sexual buzz to watch the erotic dancing and receive lewd
comments from the men enjoying an evening out. All three girls were more or less
bisexual. Sally and Gallie lived together and had a definite lesbian
relationship but were not averse to having a man inside them too. Charlotte,
preferred men but enjoyed making love to a woman, or two, as happened when she
stayed with her friends occasionally.
The private club catered mainly for male clients and featured a cabaret of strip
shows and sexual dancing. Usually on a Friday evening, the programme included a
sketch where a woman had her bottom bared and chastised. Gallie was introduced
to the club by a now ex boy friend who took her there as a guest and finding the
entrance fee was much reduced for women, she in turn introduced Sally. They
enjoyed seeing the girls naked bodies as much as the men. It was from one of the
lesbian dancers they met in a toilet and came home with them that they learned a
little of what went on behind the scenes at the club. Open public sex was
prohibited but many of the club members booked into a small hotel nearby and
would make arrangements for the girl performers to visit them. For a fee of
course.
It was not long before Gallie persuaded Charlotte to join and on her first visit
the sketch was of a young nun being punished by a priest as a penance for
writing "I love Jamie" in her prayer book. After a reprimand the priest ordered
her to kneel in prayer and while she was bent over, he lifted her dress and
pulled down her blue cotton knickers exposing her bottom and cunt. The 'nun'
kept repeating her "Hail Mary's" while the audience breathed excitedly as the
priest took a strap from the wall.
"The only man you are to love here Sister is Jesus. I will have to beat this
Jamie person out of your mind," the priest growled. Eight times the strap landed
loudly on the girl's backside. Each time it landed her prayers were interrupted
by a yell of pain. The colour of her bottom and her cries all seemed very real
and many of the men in the audience had hard bulges in their trousers and when
the curtain closed on the scene, there was a general exodus for the toilets.
Charlotte found herself very wet and needed to rush to the toilet too, to wipe
herself. Gallie and Sally smiled when she left their table and later, back in
the privacy of their flat questioned Charlotte.
"That spanking scene got you really horny didn't it Charley?" Gallie giggled as
she asked.
"You know it did," Charlotte responded. "I've never seen anyone take punishment
as hard as that. I've never been spanked in my life and didn't expect seeing it
done to another girl would make me dribbling wet."
"Never been spanked. Perhaps we should correct that deficiency in your education
now Charley," Sally chipped in. She too was grinning. Charlotte had decided to
stay the night with them rather than get a taxi home and all three were sitting
in or on the bed having a last glass of wine before turning in. At the club they
restricted their drinking mainly because of the high prices charged.
"That's a good idea," Gallie giggled, "Payment for sharing our bed is a dozen
smacks on that lovely bare arse of yours." Despite Charlotte's rather feeble
struggles the two soon had her pinned over the edge of the bed and Gallie began
spanking and laid six hard ones on each cheek. Towards the end they made
Charlotte cry out and she was relieved when the dozen was over and Gallie
started playing with her cunt.
"She's wet again," Gallie grinned.
"My turn now." Sally changed places with Gallie.
"No! I've had my dozen smacks." Charlotte wailed.
"It was a dozen from each of us. Didn't we make it clear dear?" Once again
Charlotte's bottom was treated to a hard spanking. This time every hit hurt
badly and she wriggled incessantly. Gallie had difficulty in holding her and
threatened further spanking with a slipper if she didn't hold still. Eventually
it was over and Sally plunged her mouth over Charlotte's cunt and thrust in her
tongue.
"Ummm! Nice and juicy," murmured Sally. "I think you really do get off on this
spanking lark.
Over the next two weeks Charlotte tried to analyze why she became so horny
watching girls getting their bottoms hurt and why she got so wet when the girls
had spanked her. They'd been back to the club twice more and each time after the
'whacking sketch' she'd had to go to the toilet and remove her uncomfortably wet
knickers. On the last occasion, the trio had met a group of young lads of a
similar age and had gone to their hotel for a mini orgy. The challenge was for
all three boys to screw all three girls. Charlotte got her full quota but the
other two boys had too much booze in them to make it a third time and all three
were still sleeping when the girls left next morning.
Unbeknown to Charlotte, Gallie spoke with the club manager and made an
arrangement for the following Friday. When they were seated, the waiter brought
them a large bottle of white wine, compliments of the house. Charlotte vaguely
noticed her glass always seemed full but didn't twig anything amiss and was
sitting feeling nicely happy when the manager came over. "Good evening ladies.
Enjoying the wine." The girls thanked him. "There was a reason for providing
it," he went on, "I've been let down with this evening's sketch. The girl who
was to take part has flu and I wondered if one of you would like to take her
place. It's only a little spanking sketch. Father catches daughter coming home
late smelling of booze, takes her over his knee and gives her bum a few strokes
with his slipper. Shouldn't hurt much and I'll provide free wine for the table
and ?100 for the girl who gets the slipper provided she plays her part well and
doesn't cry off half way through the scene. There's also the tips. You've seen
how the men throw coins on the stage after a performance I'm sure. What do you
say ladies?" All three shook their heads although Charlotte's was less strong
than the others. "The sketch is not due on for half an hour. I'll give you ten
minutes to discuss it and then if one of you decides to do it, you'll have
twenty minutes to get into costume and find out the scenario. It's mostly ad
lib."
Under pressure from her friends, especially from Gallie, Charlotte felt almost
compelled to do it. "You've had most of the free wine," they informed her. "You
could certainly use the extra hundred quid and we would get our wine free for
the rest of tonight. That would save us a good bit."
"And I won't be able to sit for the weekend."
"You know how horny you got when we spanked you. You know what happens when you
watch the sketches."
"Yeah. And you want everyone to watch me. I don't think so Gallie. Why don't one
of you two offer."
"We're not into that like you are. Just think of the extra thrill of having
others watching. All those lovely men looking at your bum. All of the staring at
your lovely cunt getting wet in front of their eyes. Just think of the hundred
quid. Remember how wet you got when we gave you a little spanking." So the
arguments for her to take part went on until she finally gave in.
In the end it was the alcohol haze, the pushing of her friends and the hundred
pounds that virtually forced her. Her car needed a repair so the money would
come in very useful. The boss made her sign a disclaimer form and showed her to
the dressing room which was not much more than a small store cupboard. One of
the dancers found a short, a slightly too small, tight mini dress which zipped
all the way down the back, a teenager jacket and a skimpy pair of panties. No
bra as the dress was too tight. Dressed, she was taken and introduced to John,
her 'father', a younger man than she expected. His dress consisted of pyjamas,
slippers and a thin robe.
"You will pretend to creep in but I will be waiting in the armchair and will
give you a bollockin for coming home late and drunk. You will tell me to fuck
off or whatever. Be as rebellious as you like, typical teenager style. That's
not long ago for you is it? I become annoyed and pull you over my lap and give
you a slippering. It will hurt but not as bad as it sounds. The sole of the
slipper is loose for most of its length so it will make a loud sound. We've also
powdered the sole with rouge to redden your arse more than the slipper would on
its own. It all makes it look good for the punters. Don't mention this to
anyone. Certainly not those friends of yours. Yell as loudly as you want. Plead
for mercy or whatever. Just try and get into the part and you'll do fine and
have a nice little cash payment at the end and perhaps some tips. You okay with
the script?"
"I suppose so. I don't really know how I let myself in for this." Charlotte had
started to shake with nerves.
John put his arms around her. "Don't worry about it. We have creams and stuff
here for afterwards and I can give you some comforting cream if you need it. In
fact I would be delighted to." Charlotte guessed how he would comfort her and
rightly guessed the cream would be of his own manufacture, but thought that
might be the best part of it.
"On stage now John and girl please!" The voice came through the door.
Unseen hands held Charlotte back in the wings while John seated himself. Slowly
the curtains drew back to applause from the audience. "Wait," the dancer holding
her whispered. Charlotte had almost leaped on the stage to get it over with.
"Remember it is late at night, you think your father is abed. You have to creep
in and not disturb him. Calm yourself." The dancer held her for a few more
minutes until she thought the audience had waited long enough for some action.
Letting go, she whispered, "Tip toe in."
On stage the light was quite dim, just enough for the audience to pick up her
form. Moving as silently as she could, once on centre stage Charlotte removed
her shoes and began walking across the floor. Suddenly all the lights went on.
John stood and grabbed her. "So," he yelled, "You were supposed to be in by
10:30. It is now 1:30 and you smell of booze. I warned you last time, didn't I?"
"Yes, Daddy. Sorry Daddy. I won't do it again. I'm tired and I want to go to bed
now."
"You can go to bed as soon as I have dealt with you. What did I say I would do
last time?"
"Nothing Daddy."
"Oh yes I did as you well remember girl. Now what was it?"
"You said you'd spank me Daddy. But I'm sure you won't really do that. I'm too
old for spankings now. I'm nearly sixteen." So the pair kept up a dialogue for
some minutes with threats and pleas until John grabbed her and pulled her over
his knee. However when he tried to pull up her skirt it was too tight. The dress
would have to come off. This was not in the script! He could have spanked her
over the skirt but the audience would have been disappointed. Acting outraged,
John sat his daughter up, removed her jacket and flung it to the floor.
Charlotte protested vehemently and for real remembering the dress hadn't been
suitable for wearing a bra. Her struggles delighted the onlookers. Eventually
John got the zipper down and peeled her dress away from the top, turning her so
the viewers could see her tits in all their naked glory. "So my slut of a
daughter doesn't even wear a bra to go out for the evening. I can guess what you
hoped your boyfriends would do once they fed you a few drinks." Charlotte was
blushing deeply and trying to get away but John kept a firm hold of her wrist as
the dress fell to the floor. Now all she wore was the tiny knickers and a pair
of socks.
"You still think you're too old for a spanking girl?" shouted John, "Perhaps
you're right. My hand may be too soft for a girl as old as you. Perhaps this big
old slipper of mine will be better." This of course brought renewed struggles
and pleas from Charlotte.
John was fit and strong, that she could tell. He wasn't going to let her escape.
Soon Charlotte found herself draped over his lap, her bottom facing the crowd.
As she wriggled, John leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Remember the cash.
You have to earn it. You're doing great so far." With one hand he held her body
still with the other he pulled the flimsy knickers off. Charlotte tried to kick
and then remembered the more she did that the more her cunt could be seen by the
audience so she stilled herself.
"Whap!" the first slap with the slipper seemed to resound in the club. "Christ
that hurt!" Charlotte yelled. It was no fake yell.
"You've got to remember it daughter dear. By the time I've finished with you,
you won't want to sit down for a week."
"Whap!" Although she couldn't see it her bum was colouring up nicely and again,
although she didn't believe it, John was pulling back a little at the last
moment so her arse didn't quite take the full force of the blows. It was
audience participation time and they were all shouting for "Harder! Harder!
Harder!". Amongst them Charley could hear Gallie's distinctive strident feminine
voice.
"Whap!" "Whap!" John didn't hold back on the fourth blow. Unfortunately
Charlotte's bum was rising at that time and the slipper connected unusually
hard.
"You bastard!" Charlotte yelled, "You bloody bastard!"
"That's no language for a young lady to use," John laughed now as the slipper
came down again, this time pulled back. "Whap!" "Whap!"
Somewhere in the back of her mind Charlotte heard the clink of coins being
thrown on stage but she was more concerned with the pain in her arse and worse,
the embarrassment of her becoming wet between her legs. John was still holding
her very firmly and could definitely see her juices were flowing.
"Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "Stop please. Daddy stop. No more." But her
cries now were becoming less demanding. She could feel John's full erection
still hidden beneath his robe, against her stomach. Her loins rubbed against it.
Her clit rubbed against his leg. She was getting very aroused and wasn't able to
hide it. John could certainly see and feel what she was doing.
"Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "She must be nearly there," he thought. He paused and
let her continue squirming on his legs and then brought the slipper down "WHAP!"
"WHAP!" "WHAP!!"
"Aaaaghhh!" Totally humiliated Charlotte climaxed on stage in front of room full
of people including her friends. More coins and notes landed on the stage.
The curtain closed and the dancer wrapped a robe around her. It opened again and
John stood and held her while they both bowed. And when the curtain closed John
led back her to his dressing room, praised her act and without further ceremony
laid her on a small cot. "You're ready for this now," he said, showing his full
erection. Charlotte, just opened her legs.
It hurt when his body pressed against hers but she was past caring. John pumped
his cock hard and Charlotte responded with fervour until finally they climaxed
and collapsed. It was then the pain really hit her and John suggested a shower.
While they showered together the dancer, who turned out to be the managers wife,
Juliet, came in and unconcernedly addressed the naked pair. "Floor takings
tonight came to ?156. That's ?52 each. You each get a third," she explained to
Charlotte, "And the club gets a third."
An hour later Charley carried a cushion to her friends table. Much to her
surprise she was clapped as she entered the room and several invited her to
their table but she declined. The pain was hitting her now the sexual buzz had
begun to wane and she just wanted to be quiet for a while until it subsided a
little. Gallie greeted her laughingly and said she put on a great performance
but Charlotte glowered at her. "You two owe me for your part in this. I could
hear you, Gallie, above all the others. Juliet told me. I know what happened and
how you planned it with the boss last time we were here. You are both going to
have to look after me for the weekend."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it though, Charley, we all saw the way you came
on stage," Sally grinned. "It will be something you'll remember for the rest of
your life."
