. . . because some people, corporations and governments need a good spanking

Introduction

The Dungeon is located off Gansevoort and Little West Twelfth Street, in the heart of the meatpacking district. The Meat Rack, as it is sometimes known, is a warren of cobblestone streets and squat buildings with iron awnings, a marketplace for dead animal carcasses by day and live animal carcasses by night. In addition to the meatpackers and the covert sex clubs, there are apartments, hip bars, restaurants like Hogs & Heifers, Florent, and Kafka's, and a few abandoned warehouses. Regular folks mix here with the avant-garde and all manner of streetwalkers. The streetlights do little more than accentuate the shadows.

Go down the concrete steps and through a black door. Past a sign that says, 'CHECK ALL YOUR WEAPONS except the one God gave you' is a grey stone room with low ceilings and very low lighting. Inside, a near-naked man hung in a harness waits for his mistress and several women parade their leather-clad slaves on leashes. If Hell had a kennel club, this would be it **.

Proceed beyond them to the back room. Welcome to Tart City's Dungeon. When that particular dark mood strikes us, this is where we come to give unworthy people the punishment they crave.

Read the spankings. . .