Overview

Tyana is self-proclaimed vanilla with a hint of spice, but her favorite place to be is a kinky club called The Collar. She appreciates the lifestyle and enjoys watching and learning, and maintains that maybe someday she would be motivated to participate but as of yet, she's content to relax with her two good friends and have a soda and just be there. Mistress Fiona is the one person in the club that Tyana can't stand. She finds the woman arrogant, haughty and callous. Everyone else is dying to be the center of Mistress Fiona's attention while Tyana prefers to be left alone. But we wouldn't have a story if that happened, so... Fiona pushes a little too far and Tyana pushes back. This story contains themes of D/s and spanking throughout, as well as a few scenes of non-sexual ageplay (15 years old and 8 years old, respectively). The first is done therapeutically and the second for fun. This story also contains sexual scenes between consenting adult women, so if this is not your thing, please do not purchase. Also, a bit out of the ordinary, it is told from mostly Tyana's point of view but you get the occasional glimpse at Fiona's. -- *Tyana She stared at me for a minute and then burst into quiet laughter. "Duly noted, little one," she whispered. Well now that was it. I slapped her. I shouldn't have, but I slapped her. Not hard, really... it probably didn't even hurt her, but I still should never have done that. The music squealed and came to a stop as the dj fumbled with his record. Every pair of eyes was on us. I'd managed to make a spectacle of myself twice in one day. Shit. Now what should I do? What would Fiona do? *Fiona As my hand went to touch my lightly stinging cheek, I found my panties inexplicably wet. *Tyana I stood waiting for her reaction, frozen in place, not knowing what to expect. I deserved a return slap, I knew that, and flinched when she stepped toward me. But she didn't hit me back. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "What do you propose we do now, with all eyes upon us and me without permission to touch you?" My breath caught and I fought down a wave of something resembling an illicit thrill. "You could walk away and stop trying to bait me," I suggested, also in a whisper. "And toss my well-earned reputation out the window? You have no right to hit me, Tyana." She knew my name? What the actual fuck? "What do you propose, then?" "Allow me to drag you by the arm out of the room and into the bathroom where we can talk privately." I did owe her something, but I wasn't going to let her drag me out of the room like a child. "You can drag me off the dance floor but I'm shaking my arm loose after that," I told her. "Fair enough," she said and wrapped strong fingers around my bicep, tugging me from the dance floor. I pulled away from her when my boots hit the stairs down from the raised dance platform, my bare skin burning where her fingers had touched. It's not that she wasn't attractive, because Jesus, she was attractive. Tall and slender but muscular, long dark hair and impossibly dark eyes, and of course flawless pale skin. I rubbed my arm without thinking about it, staring at her. She stared back. I wish I knew what she was thinking. Her eyes looked about ready to burst into flames. "Never take liberties like that again in this club," she hissed, her voice as angry as her eyes. "There you go trying to order me around again," I challenged, holding my ground. It didn't register at first that she'd said 'in this club'. When it did register I couldn't help thinking why exactly she'd add that last part. Was she inviting me to take liberties like that elsewhere? "Let's talk outside."