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I'd heard about The Club from a guy who I'd been e-mailing in the USA. He said that he'd had a great time there the weekend he'd spent in town and had introduced me to another couple of members - we'd all met for a meal in town and a bit of session afterwards.
I decided to co-incide my first visit there with a visit to me of an old friend and Top, David. I told David that I had a 'treat' in store for him on Saturday afternoon but didn't tell him what it was. I took him to The Club at a pub in town. We got there at 15:00 and he seemed to be a bit concerned... Several guys were carrying canes, some had paddles in their back pockets and some had whips attached to their belts, and so on. "Is this place legal?", he wanted to know!
At 15:30 it was announced that the doors were closed and almost immediately the sounds of CP could be heard from varous parts of the room! Unbeknown to David, I had made previous arrangements with a guy called Tim which, as it turned out, nearly gave David a heart attack!
I'd changed into shorts soon after we got there and we got chatting to Tim. Soon after we heard the fun start, Tim got me to stand with my arms up against the wall, legs slightly spread and leaning slightly forward. He then proceeded to paddle my arse. Then he got out a multi-thonged whip and started using it on my back and arse. By now we had a fairly large audience! David was, by now, quite gobsmacked! Then, Tim grabbed the neck of my tee shirt and ripped it down the back before continuing to whip me hard accross the back! No-one knew that we'd pre-planned this (I'd even specially weakened the neck of an old shirt so it would rip spectacularly!) Shortly afterwards he took off my shorts and gave my arse a thorough paddling too. Unfortunately he didn't have a cane with him but by this time I was just beginning to bruise so he stopped. I stayed wearing just the shorts for the rest of the afternoon and Tim and another guy gave me another thrashing at the other side of the room about an hour later.
David had been completely taken in. "How are you going to get home now, without a shirt on?" Little realising that everything was pre-arranged and I had a spare tee-shirt with me!
The afternoon has confirmed to me that I adore having an audience! The downside is that I also learned that I stop respecing my own limits when there's an audience present. I have a couple of bruises to show for it and my partner hates seeing me "hurt". (It's great that he allows me to indulge my need for CP & S/M but, as he doesn't understand it, I don't falunt it when we're together.) I didn't let anyone other than Tim and his mate touch me - it seemed to me there are some real bozos there, but maybe as I get used to going I'll learn that they're OK guys really! I hope I can go to The Club once a month at least.