On the raised wooden platform he sat, on a high-backed chair with the naked young girl facedown across his lap. The man was dressed in evening wear, as the rules of the club dictated he be, and the spotlights beamed down to highlight the pair in the darkness, for the benefit of the gathered membership. His arm arched up high and then swung down to land a resounding and stinging slap to the little bitch’s bare buttocks and to draw a squeal of Pain from the squirming blonde slut. Again and again he slapped her firm little buttocks, tanning them to a rosy redness as she wriggled and writhed on his lap, her arms flailing and her legs paddling as the Pain tore though her beaten backside.

“Enough!” a stern and authoritative female voice shrilled to break the heavy silence in the village hall.

The lights came on to flood the village hall in virtual daylight despite the black cloths hanging over the windows to prevent prying eyes from looking in. Her heels clicked noisily on the wooden floorboards as madam chairwoman stepped up onto the platform.

Ageing and horribly upper-class, the over-bearing woman was tolerated but disliked intensely by the membership and the low ripple of discontent that ran through the membership confirmed that fact. She stood in her long polished boots and the tight leather corset, her slim figure beginning to show signs of aging. Forty-three she claimed to be, but another five years added to that was generally accepted as about right. The woman was snooty, condescending in her manner and tones and the only good thing that could be said of her was, that she enjoyed watching spanking and bondage, if not actively participating in it. Her hair was long and black, obviously dyed to cover the advancing greying and crows-feet showed at the corners of her eyes and on her top tip.

“Members,” she screeched in her scraping, high-pitched voice. “Last week I gave my farewell speech and bid you all farewell. Tonight I hand over to my elected successor…”

She was interrupted in her flow by the loud cheering and clapping, her bottom lip quivered to show the hurt she felt at their display of discontent with her and as the cheering continued, madam chairwoman stepped down off the stage and strode weeping to the changing rooms.

There was uproar as the tall, greying man stepped up onto the stage, turned and held his arms high as the applause thundered in his ears. He bathed in the welcome as their new chairman and smiled broadly as the cheering and shouting went on and on. Finally, and by waving his arms in a calming motion, he managed to bring the noise level down first by half and then gradually to end it and to bring silence to the hall.

“You all know me,” he called out in his deep and authoritative tone and added a little light-hearted quip, “you should do… you all voted for me.”

His comment raised a laugh and then silence fell again, so too did his expression. He pushed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders, the suited man looked down at his feet and then he began.

“The last two years of rule at our club has been weak, uninteresting - bloody dull actually, and with little or no bondage and spanking as we know and love.”

“Hear, hear,” someone shouted and received a thunderous cheer of agreement to back the comment.

The man looked up slowly, his head rising like a vampire from the grave, an evil glint in his eye and a wicked grin breaking over his face. His voice rose in volume and enthusiasm to whip up his audience, like a salesman building to his sales pitch. “I tell you tonight members, that, this is all about to change.”

“YES!” came the resounding cry from a hundred throats.

He turned and pointed his finger accusingly to the changing rooms, a wicked grin on his face. “Shall we being with the snotty bitch that a few moments ago was your chairwoman?”

“YES! YES! YES! Came the thunderous roar back at him.

He chuckled loudly and pointed again, his voice pumping with thrill and wild excitement.

“Take her then!”

There was a surge in the crowd as the members forced their way into the changing rooms and then came a wild and desperate screaming. The woman screamed frantically in terror and then she was quickly smothered and overcome by eager male bodies and rough groping hands. Above their heads she was hoisted, like a hunting trophy on display to all, then carried screaming and wailing, her arms and legs thrashing uselessly in the air, across the hall and back up onto the stage.

“Whip the bitch,” the chant came from the excited membership. “Whip the bitch. Whip the bitch.”

She was tied; her wrists bound together in front of her with stout rope and then hoisted up on her toes with her arms pulled up above her head. The rope was thrown over the spotlight track above her and then she was stretched up under a Painful tension, her elbows pulling in against the sides of her head as the crowd cheered and clapped their delight. The slut screeched and wailed, sobbed and sniffed as the tension was applied to stretch her body most terribly.

Gradually the noise level subsided enough and the chairman was able to continue. He stood gloatingly alongside the sobbing woman, his tone triumphant and tinged with not a little self-satisfaction.

“Well, members,” he said loudly as he undid the laces at the back of her corset. “Let’s see what the snotty bitch has been hiding from us for the past couple of years shall we?”

“Yes!” came the roar of approval and then the cheering became so loud that the ears crackled as the man pulled her corset from her to leave the sobbing woman naked all but her little panties and her boots. He slipped a hand around to her front, cupped one of her breasts and began kneading it roughly.

“Never stripped off, never spanked anyone nor allowed yourself to be spanked – did you bitch?”

All he received in response was a heartfelt sobbing and wailing.

“Liked to watch but not to do and…” the man paused to sneer to his audience, “… you always stopped things just as they were getting going.”

She choked a sob and wailed back. “I like to see spanking but not extreme!” She screeched as he pinched her left nipple cruelly.

“But you didn’t take account of the preferences of the membership – did you?”

No reply so he dug his fingernails spitefully into her tender bud, pinching the rubbery peg wickedly and stabbing his sharp nails hard down into her flesh.

“Noooooooooooooooooooo!” she wailed and “Noooooooooooo” the crowd mimicked her cry in mockery.

His right hand then gripped her panties, at the top and at the back, his fingers down inside the elastic waistband and his thumb forming the tight hold of his fist.

“Please No!” she cried out.

“Please yes!” the crowd shouted back.

Then he yanked hard, ripping the flimsy material covering from her body in one brutal tug to reveal a tight and firm cleft of valley between her neat little buttocks. The crowd roared with delight and the ageing slut wailed in humiliation but, the new chairman stood smiling and gloating as he displayed his tethered prize to his devoted followers.

“A nice enough arse to whip don’t you think?”

The roar of approval was loud and long and that increased in volume as the chairman picked up a cane, rested it on her buttocks and then pulled it back behind him and to his side. He lashed in with wicked brutality to land a savage stripe of the cane across her bare buttocks and to draw a screeching and strangled cry of deep Pain from the tethered woman.

The audience went wild, stamping their feet on the wooden floorboards and clapping their delight at her suffering. Roar after roar went up as lash after lash was laid on her bare backside, the vivid red marks on her pale skin bearing testimony to the severity of the whipping. The savage whipping continued until the woman’s howling ceased and he slumped against her bonds, her body void of tension and unconsciousness covering her tortured mind. Blood leaked from the bluish black bruising stripes on her backside, trickling in little rivulets down between the backs of her thighs.

“Now,” the tall man sniggered and eased his stiff cock out of his trousers. “I’ll give the ageing bitch something to take home with her from the new and harder club that we are now members of.”

A ripple of gasps ran through the gathered crowd at the sight of the man’s huge cock. The enormous rod of flesh was think and long so as to dwarf all others and seemed that it should really belong to a donkey and not a man.

That last roar of approval was the loudest and then, the audience fell silent, watching with avid interest as he worked the great head of his cock between the woman’s buttocks and forced fully up into her arse hole. Blood instantly dripped from her torn anal ring, leaking down and mingling with that from her wounds, it would it seemed, be a most Painful and long lasting reminder for her of just who now was in charge of the club.

“They don’t,” he looked back over his shoulder to crow wickedly, “call me ‘The Pain Giver’ for nothing.”

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