Put your money where the butt is

If you had the cachet, and if you’d received an engraved R.S.V.P. invitation on heavyweight cream bond via special courier; and if you drooled over a Vintage Art item in the accompanying full color glossy catalogue, then you would find yourself prior to the appointed time here, looking up at the gleaming ebony door and polished gold lion’s head knocker of 37 Birch Trace Run.

Upon entry, coats and electronic devices surrendered to the charming hostess, who in return for your custom and deposit, hands you a black leather paddle the size of two hands cupped together; embossed with raised numerals ranging from one to twenty-five, in various colors comprised of lacquered brass studs; the handles stamped with the words The SafeworD/s Club in crimson gilt italic.

The main lounge is two stories high, a balcony runs around three sides overlooking numerous plush chairs and sofas; the fourth wall forms the backing to the long mahogany bar: a mirror bursts forth into a painted mural above the shelves stocked with malted beverages and distilled spirits dispensed by staff in neat uniforms.

A closed oval railing fills the middle of the room surrounding the elevated platform and dais, the oak top wide enough for resting elbows, and cocktail napkins soaking with beaded perspiration on cut crystal tumblers filled with amber liquid and ice rocks; goblets and wine glasses contain rare and expensive vintages from discreet vineyards labeled with hand drawn Châteaux.

The houselights dim, then blink twice; murmuring conversations gradually give way to anticipation and the clumps of watchers coalesce along the rail as the auctioneer’s assistants place the first item on the easel, the platform rotating slowly so that all patrons can admire Lot #1, and prepare for the bidding to benefit various charitable organizations.

A symphony of metallic rattles is heard over the soft jazz playing from hidden speakers as half the audience is shackled by wrist and ankle cuffs to eyelets screwed into the rail and the brass footrest that curves along the base; there is a dress code of course, Doms in formal black, subs at a minimum bare bottomed, up to completely nude per the choices made before arrival.

“Lot #1. We have an Art Deco natural pink pearl choker with silver clasp. Who will start the bidding at one thousand? Do I have one thousand? Do I have seven-fifty? Who will give five hundred?”

WHACK!

“Five hundred it is. Do I have six hundred?”

WHACK!

“Thank you, ma’am. Six hundred is bid. Do I have seven hundred?”

WHACK!

“Seven hundred! How about eight?”

WHACK!

“Eight. Nine?”

WHACK!

“I have nine from the gentleman with paddle 15. Can I have one thousand?”

WHACK!

“Thank you, sir. One thousand is bid. Who will give fifteen hundred? Do I have fifteen hundred; fifteen hundred for this stunning Art Deco pink pearl necklace? Fifteen hund—”

WHACK!

“Fifteen hundred is bid! Do I have two thousand? Two thousand give me two thousand.”

WHACK!

“Thank you ma’am. Two thousand to paddle number twenty-three, two thousand is bid! Who will give three? Three thousand three thousand. Who will give three thousand? Three thousand three thousand. Yes, sir? Two thousand five hundred is bid!”

WHACK!

“I have two thousand five hundred, two thousand five hundred is bid. Who gives two seven fifty? Two seven fifty, two seven fifty, two seven fifty, two seven fifty. Two thousand five hundred going once! Two thousand five hun—“

WHACK!

“Two thousand seven hundred and fifty! Sir, you are out. I need three, give me three and it’s all yours. Three, three, going once. Two thousand sev—“

WHACK!

“Three thousand is bid to paddle number 15. Three thousand, do I have four! Four, four, anyone for four thousand? Three thousand five hundred, I’ll take three thousand five hundred. Three thousand going once…. three thousand going twice…”

BANG

“Sold to paddle 15. Lot #1 sold for three thousand. Thank you, sir. Our next item, Lot #2, a landscape oil painting dated 1871 in the Hudson Valley School style by Richard Barnhart. Start the bidding at five thousand, who will give five thousand?”

WHACK!

By the end of the evening, every exposed bottom was nicely red with the Dom’s number imprinted every time their submissive placed a bid. Some of the items drew frenzied competition, the resounding WHACKS echoing off the bar mirror as numerous subs—wanting to prove they could take the most whacks—ran up the price in rapid fire paddling while they could naught but wiggle and shuffle in their steel bondage. All in all, a very successful fundraising and hundreds of Vintage Art items found loving homes purchased with warm leather on hot flesh. Topping from the bottom never felt so good.

The high bidder pays dearly. Kalidwen.©

Drawing provided by Kalidwen: contact via blog if interested in commissioning work.

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15 Comments

  1. The highlight of my day! What a wonderful story, in your truly delightful quirky style. As ever, your descriptive detail sets the scene with sumptuous vivid imagery. Love the play on dynamic shifts; it really made me smile. The movement of the auctioneer’s dialogue had me hooked throughout. It worked really well.

    Beautiful illustration, too (love those hats!).

    Happy to see the inclusion of Art Deco as your choice for Lot #1. Just happens to be one of my two favourite art periods/movements.

    And, I am ashamed to admit that you’ve made me realise that every time I’ve typed the word ‘châteaux’ recently, I’ve omitted the circumflex on the ‘a’. A spankworthy offence, possibly…you know…seeing as I’m here, anyway… 😉

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    • SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
      Erotic authors shall use proper grammar at all times, or face the wrath of the paddling editor. 🙂

      I originally envisioned a public auction, then private then decided to link to the SafeworD/s Club run by missy and His Lordship. I love Art Deco.

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      • Yes, Sir…I deserved that! 😉

        Lovely to see you link to the SafeworD/S Club. Meant to mention it in my original comment.

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  3. Well done, LS! A thrilling event to attend!!! 🙂

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  4. Another brilliant read and I loved the use of The SafeworD’s Club as the setting. What a lovely establishment we run – thank you so much for making it so classy and for including it in one of your stories.

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  6. What a nicely rounded and unique whack at a story, well done.

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  7. Gosh, LS, where do you get your ideas from. This yet again, is brilliant! I love it!

    Rebel xox

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    • Thanks, Rebel. How are you coping? ((((hugs))))

      I get my ideas by placing spanking as the norm. The prompt Vintage Art =auction=paddle. It comes from a mind that sees spanking as appropriate everywhere and at anytime.

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  8. […] Put your Money Where Your Butt is by LS  I love the twist of this story. I’ve never been to an art auction before, but I’ll always have the expectation that they’ll be like this. […]

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