By: KJP

My husband was very mad at me when I had spilt my drink on his boss at the dinner party we were coming home from. I had gotten a little tipsy and the drink went right down Mr. Write's suit. I really don't know what came over me to drink so much but there I was pleading his forgiveness.

"I will forgive you along with Mr. Write after you have gone to the CLUB." He said as he drove. I had little Idea what he was talking about.

"Wow...you're going to take me to the club." I knew what the club was. It was his hang out. When he wasn't at work or at home I knew that I could find him at the DD Club. No women were allowed as far as I knew, and it surpassed me that he would be taking me there.

"I'm going to try and get you in tomorrow."

"OH goody...goody." I said half tilted to the left.

The next morning I felt horrible, my head ached and my stomach was tossing and turning. I rolled over to feel my husband gone.

"Oh God did I not wake up and fix him lunch....God what time is it?" I rolled back over to see that it was about eight thirty.

"Come on dear up and Adam it's time to get you ready to go to the club....I was able to get you in for the noon, five and nine shows.... up now."

"Oh god I feel miserable....I don't feel like going out drinking....please can't I just stay here ?"

"Nope everyone that was at the dinner party is expecting to see you today ...especially Mr. Write....Now GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THAT BED."

I knew when he yelled at me he was serious....I rolled out onto the floor and pushed myself up. My head spun and my stomach turned as I stood there.

Beau gave me two aspirin and a glass of water and I took them down. He then took me by the arm into the bathroom.

"I got just the thing to get you back on your feet." I turned around to see him holding a red enema bag that had some white tubing on it.

"What the hell is that for?" I took hold of my queasy stomach.

"This my dear will help you wash those toxins away and make you feel better...come on down on the floor."

The tile on the floor felt good and he made me push myself up on my knees and let my head lay on the cool floor.

"This isn't going to hurt is it?"

"No my sweet the hurt will come later." I didn't understand but just laid there while he filled up the bag.

He pulled my panties down to my knees. He then put on some gloves and dipped his finger into some Vaseline. I watched with my face planted to the floor. He had hung the bag some where behind me and when I looked back I saw him reach for my bottom.

"OH...this isn't going to hurt is it?"

"No.....it will make you feel better I guarantee it."

His fingers then parted my cheeks and I felt his cool finger on my hole. He twisted it against my hole a bit then started to insert it up into me.

"UGHHH… Oh I don't think I like that...take it out."

He pulled his finger out and I watched as he took the white nozzle and pushed it into me.

"Oh...ugggg…" I said as the nozzle went in and he undid the clamp to let the water go. It felt warm and nice at first and then a cramp hit.

"Owe...ow..oweee." I cried.

"I'll stop the flow...and massage your belly." He reached between my legs and massaged my belly. When the cramp was gone he started the water again. This went on for a while until I had taken the whole bag.

"I need to go real bad...can't I go ?"

"Just hold it for a bit longer and then you can go." Beau said as he massaged my tummy...but the pressure increased. Soon he let me up and I sat on the toilet and water and junk gushed out of me.

"You call this feeling better?"

"Just wait it will...after I give you your rinse."

"I'm not taking another one, no way."

"You can't leave all that soap and glycerin that I put up there stay there...now we have to rinse that out of you." He hung the bag back up on the back of the door and I saw the long tube try and reach for the floor.

"Ok back on your knees...that's a girl."

I didn't watch this time as he lubed my bottom and then put in the nozzle but soon I was filled up again and the pressure was building. This time when he let me up and I went on the toilet my head did feel a little better. He drew me a bath as I sat there.

"I want more water...I want to soak."

"No soaking today...I'm going to shave you."

"Shave me....why ...you feeling kinky?"

"Maybe....so come on crawl into the tub for me."

I got into the tub and he made me place my legs on each side. He then leaned over and shaved all my pubic hair. It felt weird and I would reach down and touch it once in a while.

"Boy I bet you that's going to itch to come back in."

"Why do you want it to come back in....I kinda like it like that." Beau said.

He then turned me over and he shaved the rest of me from behind. He then made me reach back and pull apart my cheeks so that he could shave around my hole.

"Why don't you get into the tub with me?" I asked as I started to feel aroused by all the attention.

"Nope sorry...need to get you up and to the club."

"What's the hurry to go out so early for anyway?"

"No hurry, just want to go."

I got dressed holding my belly or my head most of the time. Oh how I didn't want to go out drinking, I had had enough. I didn't think about asking my husband why he was taking me to the club when I knew that women were not allowed there. We had breakfast and I went and put on my face. Now it was about eleven and he was getting antsy to leave.

"OK....OK ....it must be noon somewhere in the world." I told him as we got into the car. The club was about eight or so blocks away. I sat there trying not to watch the streets go by. He pulled into the parking lot next to a one story building. I saw the sign that said DD Club. He walked me past the entrance and to a door. There he knocked three times, paused then knocked twice more. Must be the code to get in I thought.

The door buzzed and Beau grabbed the handle and opened it for me. We walked into a small room hardly big enough for the both of us. There was another door with a small window. The window opened and a man was looking at us out of it.

"Jenny…" Is all my husband said and the door opened and the big man took my arm and pulled me into the room and closed the door behind me leaving my husband on the other side.

"What....you didn't let him in?" I looked up at the man.

"No patrons beyond this door." And he took hold of my arm firmly as I looked back to see if Beau would come in. We stopped by a door and the man reached around a counter and pulled out a drab gray dress.

"Go in there and dress into this." I looked at the thing that he held.

"What for....where's the bar?"

"You will be taken there after you dress into this.....all your clothes off except for this." He gave me the cotton dress and I went through the door. This is weird I thought.

The room was about as big as a closet with six lockers on one side and a wooden bench to sit on like in a locker room. I took off all my clothes and placed them in one of the lockers and placed the dress over my head and down my body. It was a touch to small with the hem coming down half was over my bottom. I opened the door and stuck my head out.

"This is too small." The man opened the door and looked at me while I covered my privates in front.

"That's good enough." He said and he took my arm and pulled me back into the hall.

"Hey....wait...I can't wear this."

He didn't say a word but had a firm hand on my arm leading me deeper down the hall. I tried to get my arm loose as I told him to wait, but it was no use. We made a right turn and I thought he was going to take me to the bar now.

I could see a wooden bench with a man standing in front of it and two women sitting on it dressed like me. The man sat me down next to the one woman.

"Jenny." He said to the other man and left.

"What is going on?...where's the bar?....Where's my husband?"

"Just sit and wait...Jenny."

I looked at the other women and I could see that they had been crying. There dresses also seemed to small for there body, and they sat there sniffling.

"Hey you guys ok....what's wrong?"

"We were taken to the bar for the breakfast show."

"Show?...what kind of show?"

The one girl looked at me with tears in her eyes as the man stood there watching us.

"The discipline show.....have you never been here before?"

"Discipline....show?....no this is my first time."

"Well they take us in front of the bar where men look at us getting disciplined through a mirror....You can't see them but they're watching us."

"This is crazy....I want to leave." I got up but the man took firm hold of my arms and sat me back down. I struggled to get back up but he tightened his grip on my arms and it hurt. So I relaxed and sat back in a huff.

"What the hell type of bar is this anyway?"

The other girl spoke up. "It's a domestic discipline bar."

It finally dawned on me as to what DD meant and the words of my husband. "You will be forgiven after me and the people from last night see you at the club." They planned to watch me get disciplined in some way and a shiver went through my body. Just then the man brought another girl over and sat her down beside me.

"Kim." He said and left. Now there was four of us on the bench.....there was room for one more. The girl named Kim was starting to cry as she sat in her too small dress.

"So what type of discipline do they use?"

Kim broke down in sobs as I asked the question. I looked at the other girls then to the man. He shook his head telling me that I wasn't going to get a answer.

"This is so stupid...I don't have to be subjected to this." I stood up once more just to have the man take hold of my arms again and push me back down onto the bench. Another girl was led to the bench and sat down.

"Bertha.." The man said and left again. All the women were crying except me and I looked at them wondering what was going to happen. After a few minutes a door opened on the wall in witch we were sitting against. Another man came out and took hold of the first girl on the bench. When she got up and went through the door I could see that her bottom was bright red under the dress that only came down half way across her bottom. She started to sob as the man led her through the door and closed it.

"What's he going to do to her?" I asked. The girl sitting beside me spoke up through her cry.

"She is getting positioned for the show."

The door opened again and the second lady was taken in. She too started to cry and tried to pull away as she was led through the door. I was now quite frightened as I knew that it would be me next to go through the door. It opened again and the man took a firm grip on my arm and pulled me up and off the bench. He took me through the open door and I looked around. The place was well lit and it was a large hall that had mirrors on both walls.

He walked me past the two girls that were now bent over with there red bottom sticking out. I was led over to a chair that was sitting there and I struggled as the man took my legs and placed a strap around each ankle that was attached to the chair leg. I tried to move but my legs and the chair held tight.

I looked up to see my name was in letters hanging on a board over my head. The man bent me over so now my dress was up to the small of my back and he placed my hands on the chairs seat and attached my wrists with leather restraints. Tears came to my eyes as I was now attached to the chair that wouldn't move. I could see myself in the mirror in front of me that showed me my exposed bottom in the mirror behind me. I could also see the other girls bottoms as well.

The man came around to my face and blocked my view as he brought down a leather strap and put it under my chin. The leather was then pulled up so that my head was now up looking at myself in the mirror. The straps going up each side of my cheeks. The man then left and I could hear the sniffles and cry of the other women.

"Where's the bar?....what are they going to do?"

"The bar's behind the mirror so that they can see your bottom being spanked."

"Spanked?" my face was squished in the leather strap and my teeth were clinched together"

I started to cry...as I could see my bottom in the mirror behind me and I knew that there were people on the other side of it looking at my exposed bottom with my vaginal lips hanging from between my slightly spread legs. The man came back with the other woman that was sat beside me and he positioned her in the same manner. Soon all five of us were bent over looking at the mirrors.

I watched as another man came up behind the first girl and he had a large round paddle in his hand. The girl started to sob as the man took position to her side. He lifted the paddle high and brought it down onto the girls exposed bottom. I flinched at the sound it made and she cried out as the paddle was brought back and came down hard again across her already red bottom. I struggled to get loose as I saw what was happening and I knew that I would be subjected to the same treatment.

He bottom turned crimson as the paddle made contact with her butt and soon her cries turned to grunts and groans. After about twenty swats the man stopped spanking her and she stood there with her bottom red. The man then took his place beside the woman next to me and brought the paddle way up and came down with a hard swing onto the girls bottom. The girl cried as her already red bottom was now taking a spanking. I could see her squinch up her face as the paddle landed again on her sore bottom.

My muscles twitched as I knew I would be next to get that paddle across my bottom making it red like theirs. The girl screamed out with each swat as she had to endure the harsh spanking. The man then stopped and came to my side.

"Oh please ....don't...." I saw the paddle come up and swing down and it hit me solid on both my bare cheeks. I screamed with the stinging pain that my bottom took and before I could take a breath the paddle hit me again and I cried out for it to stop.

"OHHHHHh.....pleaseee.." Tears rolled down my face as the paddle came down with the same strength and my bottom was now a bright pink. I cried with each stroke that hit me and I thought that I would die before it was over. But my bottom took each swat making it turn from bright pink to red then crimson.

"Oweeeee....oweeeeeee." I cried out then it stopped. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face streaked with my tears and I knew that the people behind me had just witnessed me getting a spanking. I struggled to get away from my bonds as the next girl was taking her paddling. Now four of us were crying as the paddling continued.

Another man entered the room and I blinked the tears away to see what he was doing to the first girl that got spanked. She was starting to cry as I watched in the mirror. The man had funny tubes strung over his shoulder and he came behind the first girl and parted her red cheeks and stuck one of the tubes into her bottom. She cried out as a big thing was forced into her. The man then squeezed one of two bulbs that hung down from the girls bottom. He did the same to the next bulb and I saw a balloon grow spreading her cheeks apart.

The spanking was continuing on one side of me as the man went to the girl beside me. I saw her face cringe as the man took one of the funny tubes from his shoulder, parted her cheeks and brought the hideous thing to her hole. I saw it was wet with something on it as he shoved it into her bottom and she cried out. He pumped the black bulbs and soon I saw a balloon fill at her opening.

"Oweeee...it hurts." She cried as the balloon got bigger and bigger.

When he stepped behind me I could see three tubes hanging from the girls bottom. One was a long tube and the other two had the black squeeze bulbs on them.

"Oh God...what is that ?" I cried as the man took my hot cheeks and spread them open to show my hole. He then took the end of the tube and pushed it into me until it widened around a funny thing. My anus stretched wide to take the protrusion and I cried and struggled. I soon felt a fullness up inside of me and I felt like I had to have a bowel movement.

"Ohhhhh....what are you doing to me ?" I cried but got no reply as the balloon between my cheeks started to grow and spread my butt apart. I didn't realize that the paddling had stopped as my bottom was being blown up and it pulled on my insides until I screamed out .

The man then left to the next girl and I could see the funny tube hung out of my bottom as well. The man that did the spankings was now behind the first girl and he pulled on something from over his head and it hung down. I could see that it was a large bag with some of the same tubing on it that was now hanging out of us. He reached down and grabbed the tube from between the girls legs that didn't have a bulb on it and connected it to the bag. He undid a metal clamp and I could see the tubing jump a bit as it filled with the contents of the bag and drained into the girl.

He went to the next girl beside me and I watched as she too was connected to the big bag. I heard them moan and groan as the bag drained into them.

"Oh god....nooooo pllleassee…" I said as the man pulled a bag down and reached for my tubing and connected me to the bag as well. The tubing jumped a bit and my bottom started to fill with hot water of some kind and I cried for him to take it out. He was giving us enemas, and the bags where huge. Soon my tummy cramped and turned as my belly filled. The other girls were crying as well as they were filling.

With each of us connected to the bags the men left from our view. I squirmed and cried as the water continued to flow into me and I could feel the dress tighten around me as my belly grew out and hung from my body. The urge to go was horrible and I tried to bear down and grunt to dislodge the thing in me. But it made it worse and I felt like I had to go so bad. I started to struggle again as I realized once more that people were watching me from behind the mirror. Soon the bag that was hanging from my behind was empty.

"Take it out...oh god...take it out." I cried.

"They won't...you have to hold your enema for the rest of the show." One girl on my left said.

"Oh god...I can't ....I can't hold it any longer."

"You don't have to ...the balloons will hold it in you." She sniffled.

I cried and sobbed and would struggle from time to time as I saw my red bottom exposed with tubes hanging from it and one lifted up to that empty bag. A long time passed and we all just hung there bent over so people could observe our abused bodies. One of the men came in and untied the first girl and led her out from behind us. She was holding her tummy and still had the tubes running out of her. I could see her tear streaked face as she was led past me.

After a long while he came back and took the girl next to me out of the room. She groaned as she walked and I could see her belly protruding from her dress. She walked funny like it pained her to move.

"Oh god...when is he coming back?"

"After she has expelled he will come back and get you."

The man did finally come back and he undid my restraints and stood me up. My body ached from being in that position so long. He took me out the other way and through a door. There was a toilet in a small room and one wall was mirrored. I didn't care if people saw me at this point all I wanted was this stuff out of me. The man bent me over and he reached between my legs and took hold of the bulbs and deflated the balloons. The tubing popped out of me as I sat down hurting my red bottom on the seat. The water gushed out of me and I cramped and rocked back and forth and wined as the water flowed. My bottom hurt so much to sit on it and the man stood in front of me watching me. When I was done he cleaned me with a hot rag and led me to another hall way and back to the bench that I was originally on.

One of the two girls were sitting there she was squirming on the bench as her bottom now felt like mine I was sure. I was sat down and the man stood there watching us.

"I want to leave...." I cried as I sat down on my red sore bottom.

"I have one more show is all...then I'm out of here." The girl next to me said.

Soon the bench was filled with four of us. And we sat there waiting. We were given something to drink but for the most part we just sat. Another girl was brought in that made five and soon the door opened and the man took the girl next to me. I started to cry and shiver with fright as the door opened again. This time I fought leaning back and planting my feet. But the mans strength over came me and I was led to the chair and secured. I could almost hear the crowd in the bar behind me. When we were all positioned, we were spanked again and given the big enema. I cried and wondered if my husband and Mr.. Wright was watching me get disciplined.

After one more show I was led to the locker from where my clothes were. I was then taken back to the small room and when the buzzer sounded I opened it. There stood Beau.

"I hate you....did you see what they did to me in there?"

"Ya.....So did allot of people....Your bottom is sure red....maybe next time you will think twice about embarrassing me in front of my friends and coworkers.....Were you embarrassed?"

I made a huff and walked to the car. He followed and he laughed at me as I slowly sat on the cars seat. I couldn't believe that my husband would watch poor girls getting spanked.....I myself went back to the club a few times after that...it was always so humiliating.