Allison stepped out of the shower on a lovely late Saturday afternoon just after Memorial Day.  She had just finished her junior year in college.  Her apartment, which she shared with two other girls, occupied the second floor of a house two blocks from campus and was quite lovely.  She had the place to herself; her two roommates had gone home for the summer.  She had a job at the library, and would stay near the campus until the fall term.

Allison dried herself, removed her shower cap, brushed out her dark brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, and sprayed on some body lotion.  She walked, naked, to the kitchen, and put on a pot of tea.  She headed for her bedroom, where she pulled her hair into a ponytail.  Then she looked at herself in the mirror.

She was cute, with a girlish face and blue eyes.  She had an average body, with long thin legs and a rounded bottom.  At five feet seven inches tall and one hundred thirty pounds, she was a bit thin.  But she exercised a lot, doing a lot of swimming and very intense jazz dancing.  Her c-cup breasts rounded and had a pleasing shape.  The only drawback was her nipples were out of proportion.  Buying swimwear was a problem, as the dark aureoles sometimes peeked out.

Her tummy was nice and flat.  In January, she had her pubic her reduced to a permanent landing strip.  All other body hair had been removed.  She was a quite attractive young woman.  She looked at herself in the mirror, smiled, and went to get her tea.

She made up her tea, adding a touch of lemon and honey.  When her roommates were away, she often walked around naked.  She liked to be naked, enjoying the feeling of the air brushing over her body.  In high school, she used to tease the boys, giving them a good look at her legs, or, on occasion, a peek at her panties.  She was a pretty, well-shaped girl and she knew it.

Allison sighed and sipped her tea.  She really wasn't sure about this party tonight.  The party had been Tony's idea, a boyfriend she broke up with at the beginning of May.  Allison sat down on her favorite reading chair and sipped her tea.  She needed to think for a moment.

Allison and Tony had started dating right at the beginning of the spring term.  He was tall, thin, and had dark hair and classic Italian features.  He was, in a word, hot.  Allison took one look at him and wanted to meet him.

Tony was smart, witty, good company, charming at a party, and well read.  He had only one failing.  He was absolutely lousy in bed, totally insensitive to a woman's needs.  He kept reminding Allison that "you should be feeling this now" or "this should get you really hot."  Allison, in the three-and-a-half months they were lovers, had not climaxed once from his lovemaking.

In February, Tony had started spanking her.  Allison liked it.  She liked being over his knee, or leaning on a chair, naked, being smacked by his hand or a small strap.  She enjoyed this little submission game, and it got her quite aroused.  The problem was, Tony never finished.  He would spank, and then leave her hanging.  She had even offered to masturbate in front of him after a spanking.  She had often gotten very, very close to a climax when Tony spanked.  Tony refused to allow it.  So, when May arrived, Allison ended things.

Allison finished her tea, went into the kitchen to make another cup, and went into the bedroom.  She thought more about the party tonight.  In April, Tony had been talking about this party almost non-stop.  It was a spanking and light BDSM party.  Allison had never been to one, and she had reservations.  Tony insisted that everything would be fine.  When Allison ended their affair, she had figured that her attendance at the party would be moot.  But the hostess asked her to come anyway.

Karen and Frank, the host and hostess, were a charming couple in their early thirties.  Frank was a contract airline pilot, flying Airbuses.  Karen was a licensed nurse practitioner.  They had no children.  They lived in a large and spacious house in the far western suburbs, about a thirty-minute drive.  She had met Karen first for lunch near the campus, and then had dinner at the house with both Karen and Frank.  Both assured her she would be quite safe and nothing would happen to her unless she wanted it.  Allison was not quite sure.  Karen kept reassuring her, and told her they had never liked Tony anyhow.  He was much too pushy and aggressive for their crowd.  Frank said everyone would be quite friendly, and, since she had already been spanked, she could learn more about BDSM and spanking at the party.  Allison finally agreed to attend.

Now, she was not so sure.  But if she pulled a no-show, Karen would call and want to know what was wrong.  Allison liked Karen and Frank, but she would not be acquainted with any of the other attendees.  What if something did happen?  To make matters worse, once Allison said yes to something, she did not like to break her word.  A commitment was a commitment.  Finally, Allison had come up with a solution.  She told a girlfriend what she was doing, and her girlfriend, of all people, giggled and approved.  She then gave the girlfriend her cell phone number and told her to call at ten pm.  If she did not get an answer or a call back within five minutes, the girlfriend was to call the police.  The plan seemed foolproof.

Allison laid out her clothes she was going to wear.  A plain white cotton bra, and low-rise white cotton panties would suffice for underwear.  Allison liked pretty lingerie, and had a lot, but she decided tonight would be conservative.  Jeans, low-rise and Capri style, would do for slacks.  A baby-blue golf shirt would hide a lot and be safe.  And sensible sandals would be worn on the feet.  This would be safe, and not suggestive.  She had about two hours before it was time to leave, so she went back into the living room, still naked, and turned on the TV.

When the time came to depart, Allison dressed, grabbed her purse and phone, and hopped into her neat little Mazda.  She was on her way to a spanking party, and she was determined to enjoy herself.  What the cutie did not know was that this party would lead her on a path she would have never expected.  The girl was going to, albeit very slowly, start exploring the dark side of her sexuality.  And it would take her to places she never dreamed she would ever visit.
