My sorority girl story continues apace. Yesterday I finished the third chapter, in which our heroine gets to her first spanking party. Her disciplinarian is there, and he shows her around. She clearly likes the idea of Spanking Court:
“What about Spanking Court?”
“What about it?”
“I want to do it.”
Ken looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”
Realization seemed to dawn. “You want to go up against me, don’t you.”
“I still have feelings about that paddling. I want to see what other tops think.”
“Okay,” Ken said, “but if you lose, you’re going to get spanked, and it’s going to be hard, and it’s going to probably be from someone you don’t know.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.” She felt a mischievous smile threatening. “What if I win?”
“It’s Spanking Court. Do you really think the bottoms are there to win?”
“If you say so.”
“I say so.” Kristen went over to the sign-up sheet. “How’s 4:40 tomorrow sound?”
He checked his phone. “I have a scene at 5:30, so that should give me plenty of time. Each session is only twenty minutes.”
She nodded and put their names down — their badge names; Ken’s was his Kinkster name. She also re-read the rules: if the bottom lost the case, they got ten paddle swats, but there was nothing about what happened if the top lost. She wondered if she could get Ken to take a paddling if she won.
Doubtful. But fun to think about.