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Joan-e MCallister was a amateur rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club , a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an idea of her mother’s) and then a hyphenated last name (also her mother’s idea). But the nurse, misunderstanding the name as the mother said it, blurted out, “That sounds like two names!” In response, Joan-e’s father said, “It’s supposed to be hyphenated.” And so it was. The second strangeness about Joan-e came about because of her fascination with being spanked. She and her boyfriend Kevin had played out some scenes, and both of them knew that she loved being spanked. No, that isn’t true, she hated being spanked, but it turned her on beyond belief and she loved being turned on. She especially loved the explosive orgasms that followed her spanking-induced euphoric state. She also loved her third strangeness, which was flashing people or somehow making herself visible in public while she was naked. She had even done the order a pizza and answer the door naked thing. When the pizza arrived and the delivery person was not a male, Joan-e said glumly, “Oh, it’s a girl.” The pizza girl, however, said, “That’s not a problem,” as she reached out and stroked Joan-e’s already dripping snatch. Then she said, “I get off at midnight. I can come back here and get you off at least three times by one.” Joan-e just stood there with her mouth open, but Kevin said from behind her, “And I can get you off at least twice in the same time period.” Kevin eventually split with Joan-e to move in with Pizza Girl. That’s when Joan-e discovered her third thrill and fourth strangeness. She gradually learned that she loved taking risks, especially risks involving semi-sexual payoffs. For example, she would outdoor bet on a football game or basketball game or almost anything with the guys at work where she was a receptionist in a stock brokers office. There were eleven men... and her in the office. Almost all business was conducted over the telephone or at the client’s home or business, so it was just Joan-e and the brokers. Usually the bet with the guys was “$25 if I win; if I lose, I come to work with no underwear.” All of the men knew of the bet or were in on it. Joan-e might end up with a couple hundred dollars, or she might end up sitting at her desk with her dress hitched up and her legs spread so the guys could see that she had lived up to the bet. Once she bet it all on a Super Bowl game and ended up sitting naked at her desk for a whole week. That week a dozen of their best clients glasses “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of their special clients. Making the bets would get her juices flowing, but having to show her cunt to everyone in the office caused her to tremble and shake with arousal. So, every hour or two, she would go into the restroom to “splash some cold water on my amateurs face.” At least that’s what she told her boss. What she actually did was to strip totally naked, lay on the restroom floor, and finger herself to an earth-shattering orgasm. It was boyfriend number two... or maybe he was number three... that first took her to The Club . The sounds and smells of sex... and humiliation... and pain... were in the air as soon as they came through the front doors. Joan-e was already at the edge of orgasm by the time they entered the darkness of the main room. David had a table near the front. A good friend of his was a member public and had gotten them a VIP visitors pass. As they sat with their drinks and watched the various acts and performances by the Masters, Mistresses and subs, David leaned in close to her and said, “You would like to be up there, wouldn’t you?” When she didn’t reply, he added, “It’s written all over your face, reality Joan-e. I’ll bet you would love to get up there and get your naked ass whipped.” They had a very good life and it lasted a long time. “I love you, too, Mommy!” she moaned as her fingers jammed deep reality into my cumming pussy. As I rode my bike through the park, admiring the great view and moderate weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. He would crave my amateurs youthful flesh. Why the fuck was I just bumping into everyone I outdoor happened to know? She was about 90% sure he had been checking her out, and didn’t mind. glasses I wasn’t sure but I thought I heard Belinda, Allison, and Amy all announcing their orgasm. “Relax.” I said softly. Younger still. As my hips shot up in to her face, I reached down and grabbed her public hair, and held her on my pussy, practically pushing her in it again. There’s this little hole down amateur here that you’ve been neglecting for so long.