Before having lunch, I was wandering through the back rooms of a strip club I had not been to before, looking for the men's room, and I got turned around somehow and entered a darker room. There, I saw a young woman resting on a bench of some sort. I walked over to her and saw she was actually tied to the bench! I soon realized it was some sort of spanking bench, and she was probably about to be spanked, or worse. My first instinct was to help this woman, so I spoke to her.

"Hi. Say, do you need help here? Let me you and get you off this thing?"

"I'm okay. The man who tied me here will be back soon, and I like what he does to me, at least most of the time."

"So, shall I just leave you here?"

"Well, you could, but I'd like it more if you'd release me and take me with you. We can go wherever you like, and I'll make it worth your while!"

"What about the man who left you here?"

"It will do him good to miss me, and he'll never figure out how I got loose, which I love."

So, I untied the woman on the bench. She found her clothes and got dressed.

"Say, are you free for a while?" I asked.

"I have all afternoon, dear."

"Wonderful! Oh, and sorry, but we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Robert."

"I'm June, and I'm glad you rescued me at the club, Robert."

"It was my pleasure, June!"

So, we left and I took her to lunch, in part so I could use the toilet, which I was looking for when I found her. But my ulterior motive was to get her away from the guy who might return at any time, and to invite her to my place for the afternoon. I continued our conversation as we finished lunch.

"Since you're free now, would you like to come to my place for a while?"

"Certainly! You're my knight in shining armor, and I'm yours all afternoon!"

"Well, that's a fun thought. You may be just my kind of girl!"

And so I drove us to my place, and we had an after-lunch drink.

When we finished our drinks, I told her, "I have a room down the hall which might be something you'd be interested in. Shall I show you?"

"Whatever you like, my rescuing knight!"

So, I took her to my special room, and she was blown away when we entered. She saw a dark room with a bed, a spanking bench similar to the one at the club, some floggers and such on a wall, and in an open area, a hook hanging down from the ceiling.

"This looks a little like the room we left at the strip club," she commented.

"Yes, and it has a similar purpose. So, let's get you out of those clothes, my dear. Your shining knight has plans for you!"

"Sounds fun!" she replied cheerfully.

With that, she took her clothes off, and I put them on the bed.

I had her stand under the ceiling hook as I put soft lashes connected by a short rope around both of her wrists, then lifted her arms and looped the rope over the hook. She was now suspended from the ceiling hook, but easily standing on her feet. Then I retrieved a spreader bar and attached her ankles to the ends, spreading her legs wide and leaving her quite helpless.

I had a strong suspicion that the guy who had tied her to the bench at the adult club was going to use some impact device on her, maybe a paddle, flogger, whip, or cane, so when I returned with a riding crop and showed her, she smiled. I was going to use it on her anyway, but her smile made me feel better about it.

I walked around her, smacking her pretty hard on her rear, upper legs, and stomach, which made her wiggle a bit, but didn't really hurt... just warming her up. Then I moved to her lovely breasts and lifted her erect nipples a little with the crop before striking her breasts. I hit them on all sides but avoided her nipples, spreading the hurt around, and she seemed to enjoy the limited pain from the crop. Then I began striking her nipples in sweeping passes that pushed them up and down, back and forth. These hurt more than the other swats, irritating her sensitive nipples, but she only wiggled a little while the lashes held her in place.

Next, I moved down, striking the tender skin of her inner thighs, which stung, and she squirmed all the more. But she was stoic and determined and never let out a yell or scream, though I knew she was getting close. For several minutes, I tormented her tender inner thighs, striking them hard and reddening them with the crop's leather tip.

Then I began moving the strikes higher, toward her crotch, until I was hitting the curve of her body just below and alongside her labia, striking the skin immediately adjacent to her pussy. Unable to do more than sway away from the strikes, she did her best to avoid them, but to no avail. They hurt as she was hit in places she usually wasn't before, where the skin was seldom exposed to such torment. She sighed in pain as the strikes continued, her sore skin crying out to her before I finally moved on, reaching her cunt.

I struck her slit, striking upward on her completely exposed tender folds, open and wet from the arousal the cropping on the rest of her body had experienced. She jerked at the sudden pain, simply nerves reacting, even though finally hitting her cunt was a turn-on for her. Continuing the upward strikes, I was nearing her clit, each smack yielding a sharp sting on her tender slit. Soon my strikes were glancing at her clit, and her arousal hit a new high. She moaned in pain but also pleasure as her desire found her.

My swats were soon focused on just her clit, swollen as it had become, and now so sensitive that even the slightest touch was a like a jolt of electricity. The crop hits on her clit were yielding great pain, but were accompanied by a pleasure learned from experience. It hurt a lot, and she finally screamed out with the impacts, but her body knew that a wonderful thing was also happening to her, and that each strike was bringing her closer to an orgasm.

As I continued, she tried to muffle her screams and squirmed for all she was worth, but the pleasure that was building in her was undeniable. With each strike landing directly on her swollen nub, her body was getting that much closer to losing control, and she loved the feeling. As the torment and ecstasy grew together with each swat, her screams and squirms were no longer enough, and she exploded in orgasm, squirting out her frustrations and joy. She writhed in pleasure as I eased up on the strikes, and she came with an ecstasy earned through pain. After long moments of exhilaration, she ended her orgasm, spent and exhausted. She slumped; her entire weight suspended from the ceiling as her legs were no longer of any help.

I removed the lashes from her ankles and disconnected her from the spreader bar, then held her close as she regained her ability to stand. When she had recovered enough, I took the rope off the hook, undid the lashes from her wrists, and helped her to the bed. There I applied some aloe lotion to her red marks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she beckoned me, so I walked over and stood before her. She undid my zipper and belt and dropped my slacks and briefs to my feet, then had me sit on the edge of the bed as she got off and knelt before me. She grabbed my erect cock, gave it a quick rub and massage, then put her mouth on it and gave me a blow job. I was beside myself with arousal after cropping her, so it was no surprise that I didn't last long and soon groaned loudly, exploding into her. She held my spunk and swallowed all I gave her, then licked me clean, and I thanked her for knocking my rocks off.

When she was done, we both got dressed and left my place.

As we got in my car, I asked, "Where shall I take you?"

"To my home, please."

You gave me your address and we left.

"I hope you enjoyed your afternoon dalliance with me," I asked as we drove away.

"I did, very much! And I love that the guy at the club will never figure out how I got away. It's ironic, though, that I was expecting a caning at the club, but after being rescued, I ended up getting pretty much the same thing from my shining knight!"