Thank God. The knock comes just as I am ready to greet the world. I open the door and immediately my reverie of just a short time ago rears and I wond...r ‘Just how will my two new friends react to what I have to tell them?’. We greet one another in a greeting that suggests more than just casual acquaintances. The hugs were warmer and lasted longer. The closeness closer. We walked to the elevator with typical good morning greetings taking place. We were seated at a small round table, and ordered. There was a magnetic card reader on the wall to the left of the door, and Emily ran the membership card quickly through it, fully expecting a red light. The light turned green, and the door opened with a gentle click.Emily was confronted with a lush, deep red carpeted staircase leading to the first floor. The walls were mirrored, and she caught sight of a very nervous Emily staring back at her. The staircase opened into a small reception area, with a frumpy looking, middle-aged woman seated. She dried me off with a new towel and led me back to the darkened room like a guide dog leading a blind man. I found it impossible to take my eyes off her delectable haunches wiggling like a pair of wild animals trying to escape the confines of her thin silk panties.Once we were back in the room, she told me that we needed to keep the noise down because the woman who ran the place didn't want her girls to more than massage and she was very strict. I took this news with a bit of disappointment. I wish for a moment it was Jack's hand. Another hand unbuttons my blouse. The same hand jerks my bra off.Rough fingers slide under my skirt. Oh yes. My clitoris jabs forward.My panties are drawn down slowly. "She's already dripping," one says.I'm a bad girl, but I don't care. The same rough hands push me over. I feel cool, rough cement lick my stomach and then a massive hand thwacks my behind. Again. Again. I scream, but my voice sounds alien, remote. My buttocks sting as the spanking seeps.