A Guy at Girl's Poker Night Pt 2
I'd been asked to join the game. I now knew the rules. Losers got paddled--or spanked--by the winners.
Four other pairs of eyes regarded me intently. Hungrily, maybe, on the part of the ladies. My buns weren't that cute. I didn't know about Kyle's. Maybe they wanted to be on the receiving end. Sounds like Diane had been...and had liked it. I already knew about Amy. Oh well....
"Deal," I said confidently. There were broad smiles all around.
"Ok, here we go," announced Jill, "High card deals. Dealer's choice."
I drew a queen. Next highest was a 10. My deal.
"Ok, girls. To start, a real poker game, Texas Hold 'em."
"We don't know that one," ventured Leslie.
"Here's how you play," I explained. "I deal two cards to each player, face down. Those are your pocket cards, hole cards if you will. Then on the next three betting rounds I will put 3, then 1, then 1 more card in the middle. Everyone can use those. You make your best hand out of what's in your pocket and on the board."
"Sounds simple enough," said Jill. "Yeah let's play," urged Amy. "Ted, I'm glad you didn't start out with some hideously complicated game."
I smiled inwardly. Hold'em is deceptively simple. It's easy to play in the mechanical sense, but it is in reality the most elegantly complex poker game played in the world today for large stakes. I dealt.
My hand--K J both hearts. Amy bet. I just called. The flop revealed K- spade, 8-hearts and A-hearts. Well, now. A pair of kings and a possible flush. Amy liked something--probably the Ace. She bet, I called. The next card was J-clubs. I was now in great position with two pair and a possible flush. A king, jack, or any heart would be a probable winner. Amy bet again, grinning. I called. The last card: 2-hearts. I had my flush. Amy probably had trip aces and figured me for two pair since all I did was call her bets. She bet. I raised. Worried now she just called. My flush beat her 3 aces.
"You tricked me!" she fumed.
"Yep," I said grinning. "That's the name of the game."
Play continued. I won a few small pots. I could see Jill was winning, and Donna looked like she was up. I was too absorbed almost to notice the timer sounding.
"Ok girls and boys," said Donna with a grin. "We finish this hand and see what's what."
I had folded. Amy, looking nervous, tried to bluff her way through it in an attempt to get into positive territory. But it wasn't much of a bluff in a High Chicago game where Jill had an ace of spades in the hole. Too bad.
"Allright, Everyone count up," said a gleeful Jill.
I had 342 chips, so I was up. So was Donna. So was Jill. Amy was the big loser. She had lost 110. Leslie and Diane were down but not as much. Kyle was right in the middle. Everyone stood up and we moved away from the table and into the den.
"I guess it's me first, isn't it?" said Leslie. "I'm down 35 and I have to buy from Jill, so let's see, I'll take 7 paddle licks on my panties."
"Always a pleasure to sell you more chips, Leslie," laughed Jill. "But you know the rule. Strip down to your skivvies, girl."
Leslie stipped down to to a very fetching light blue lace bra and panty set, while Jill picked up the paddle.
"Right here, honey," said Jill, gesturing with the paddle to a spot right next to her. "Hands on your knees and stick it out."
Blushing, Leslie bent over gingerly, hands on her knees. This pushed her adorable bottom out. Jill tapped the rounded cheeks with the paddle.
Splat! "Oooh"
Smack! "Yeouch!"
Splat! Smack! Two in a row. Leslie's bottom did a delicious little wiggle. "Oooh, Jill, that smarts!"
"You look just adorable, dear." Jill drew back the paddle again and whipped it down on the pertly presented backside. Splat! "ow!" Smack! "Ow...ow!"
"One more, Leslie, here goes..." Splat! "Ouch!" yelled Leslie and shot up straight, hands clutching her seat. Leslie faced us her mouth a wide "O" as she rubbed.
"Ok, who's next?" asked Jill.
"Uh, I think it's me, unfortunately, and I have to buy 44 chips from...oh, God... Ted," said Diane, as she realized that I was the second highest winner.
Taking a deep breath, Diane began divesting herself of her outer clothing. She was wearing a kind of tight sarong wraparound skirt which she unhooked and tossed over a sofa. This left her in a wispy black bikini panties and a black top which she unbuttoned to reveal a black push-up bra. She had nicely shaped but not large breasts. As she turned away I noted her shapely behind, the edges of the pear-shaped cheeks peeking out from the sides of the skimpy black panties.
"I guess I'll pay in increments of two, Ted, so I'll take them bare butt. How do you want me?"
Hmmm...a delicious prospect. My brain was still not registering the fact that I was about to spank the bare behind of this lovely woman as a card game forfeit.
"I guess we'll do this the old fashioned way," I said pulling up a sturdy chair from the table, "drape yourself over my knee, Diane."
Blushing, Diane walked around to my right side and gingerly lowered herself across my lap. The feel of her nearly nude delectable body over my knee was almost painfully arousing. I slipped my fingers into the elastic of the flimsy panties and tugged. Diane raised herself a little so that they slipped down to her knees revealing a shapely bare seat, plump ovals with little dimples in the sides. I patted her bottom. It was springy, resilient. The feel of her smooth wobbly fanny was intoxicating. She gave a little wriggle.
"Twenty-two, right?" I said.
"That's right, Ted," laughed Donna, "go ahead and exact payment--good and hard."
I needed no further prompting and proceeded to smack Diane's delicious bottom. Splat! The left cheek wobbled. A red handprint came up. Spank! A little harder on the right. Splat! dead center. "Oooch...ow...", Diane gave a little jump.
"That's putting some steam into it, Ted, make her squirm," encouraged Donna.
I proceeded to spank Diane's wobbling fanny 19 more times without pause. The feeling of my palm hitting those soft satiny bottomcheeks was electric. My hand flattened each rounded summit with a splat! that caused a jiggle and left a red handprint. I spanked on alternating sides and kept up a steady pace so I guess the spanks fell at intervals of about 1 or 2 seconds apart. "Yeowch...ow...nhhh....ow..." Diane wasn't shy about vocalizing her distress.
"That's giving it to her good, Ted," said Jill clapping her hands in glee.
After the first few Diane started squirming a bit, and I must have done a good job because by the end my hand stung.
"Ok, all done," I said flipping her upright.
She looked at me with an astonished expression. Her hands flew to her seat and she rubbed. "Wow! You can spank! I hope I don't lose to you again." This last comment said as she pulled her pants back up, giving me a glimpse of soft curls hiding her womanhood. Did I detect moisture glistening there?
Amy was the big loser, Donna the big winner. At 110 chips Amy wanted to get it over quickly. She opted for 11 bare paddle swats. Now I understood why all the women wore skirt and blouse combinations. Amy unclipped her pleated skirt, dropping it to reveal just about the nicest plumpest tush I had seen in a long time. She handed Donna the paddle and asked for 11 swats on the bare. "Why, I'd be delighted!" Donna happily obliged and had Amy slip down her pair of white silk panties and bend over grabbing her ankles while Donna delivered 11 hearty smacks, each one imparting a sexy jiggle to the lushly rounded derriere. "Ouch...eek...Donna!...ow! that hurts!" squealed Amy. It was a paddling that had Amy yelping.
God, what a sexy sight. Amy's behind was full and round and very white, at least when Donna started. By the time she was done delivering the 11 firm swats it was a shiny red. To see Amy offering up her sexy rear in such a submissive way gave me a massive woody.
We had a few more drinks while the three losers cooled off. Clad only in undies now they were a ravishing sight, sporting pinkened derrieres peeking out at the sides of the flimsy panties they wore. Everyone seemed to be good sports about it. Diane giggled and rubbed her hiney in mock agony and shook her finger at me. "I'll get you, Ted. I'd like to put that paddle of mine to good use on your bare behind."
"You better play better, Diane," I joked, "betting big on a pair of 7's in hold 'em is risky business."
"Yeah, well next time I might catch a third one and then what, huh?"
"Hey, play it your way, just don't squeal too loud when you're over my lap again."
Play resumed. I kept winning although it was no mean feat. The girls now opted for crazy wild-card games where luck factored in more than skill. I mean how do you bet 10 card no-peek with deuces wild? When the alarm went off again I was still ahead. Otherwise things had shifted a bit. Kyle was the big loser, Donna had lost and Amy was still down, but just a little. Diane was in the middle. So the givers were Leslie, Jill and me.
Leslie "sold" 22 chips to Amy with 22 hand spanks to Amy's delectable panty clad fanny perched over Leslie's knees. Amid much glee Leslie counted out the 22 slow smacks that Amy had coming, laying each one on solidly.
"I hate to do this Amy (smack! smack!) but you did lose again. (Smack! smack! smack!)
Amy's yelps of "oh...ah...yow!...yeouch!" seemed a little higher pitched this time. Her bottom bounded and jiggled under Leslie's spanking hand. It did not look like the panties helped much.
Donna requested paddle swats. She was down 33 so I gave her 6 on her panties with the paddle and 3 with my hand. Donna looked delicious in a white panty and bra ensemble. She had athletic toned legs and a cute compact little rear. She bent over and grabbed her ankles, smiling back at me. I grabbed her around the waist and spanked her 3 times hard on her springy buns. She yeowched at the unexpected sting. Everyone chuckled. I said, "Face forward." I was determined to remove that cheeky smile so I proceeded to place 6 smart smacks on the seat of her panties.
She didn't react much, just a little body jerk and a gasp at each one but the way her cheeks flattened with each crack of the paddle, I think she felt it.
Now the players were Jill and Kyle. The other girls hooted and clapped as Kyle stripped down to a t-shirt and y-briefs--red ones.
"Oooh...sexy," cooed Leslie.
"Mmmm...cute buns, Kyle," giggled Amy. The little minx.
"Well, young man," said Jill, "just how are you going to pay for all those chips you lost...mmmm?"
Kyle had lost quite a bit. He was down 166.
"Uh...I guess with your uh hand Jill, and...b-bare, please."
Jill smiled broadly. "Ok then," she said, seating herself in the chair with a flourish, "you get right across my knee, Kyle, sunnyside up!"
Kyle clambered across Jill's knee and presented his buns for the tanning. Jill slipped his pants down amid appreciative murmurs from the girls watching. Jill asked Kyle if he was ready then started to spank. She gave Kyle 10 hard slow splats on alternate cheeks to start, letting her hand rest on his butt after each one, sort of rubbing it in. The she spanked briskly in stacatto flurries. This usually made Kyle arch his back and yelp, much to the delight of the girls. Kyle's behind got pretty red and I had to admit it was a pretty thorough spanking. It looked like it stung because by the end Kyle was bucking up and down and emitting little high pitched grunts with each swat. When it was over he jumped up rubbing his buns, oblivious to the fact that his equipment was on full display. I could see from the semi-turgid state of said equipment that the experience over Jill's knee had not been without its pleasureable aspect. So Kyle got a stiffy from being spanked. The look in his eyes as he regarded Jill was more one of admiration than anything else-- even as he tried to rub the sting out of his reddened fanny.
The game resumed.
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