A Guy at Girl's Poker Night--Part 6 (Strictly F/M)
The bad run of cards that had been hanging around all night in the earlier rounds struck with a vengeance. I must have been a little distracted by the luridly sexy proceedings, because on top of lousy cards, I was making stupid mistakes. On a hand of Hold 'em I bet agressively holding A-J spades with a pair of Jacks showing on the board plus another Ace. A full house. It was beatable by only one other hand, and Jill had it--a pair of Aces in the pocket. I was losing--big. I watched in horror as hand after hand went down the tubes.
It was close to midnight. Amy was watching me, smiling at my discomfort. She knew that unless a miracle occurred, I was gonna get it. I was almost out of chips.
I was saved by the bell--or so I thought. My cell phone went off. Now, the construction site I was working on was a state job, an expressway cloverleaf with performance incentives for finishing ahead of schedule. So crews worked pretty much around the clock. The problem was, any of us engineers were on call 24 hours a day. There was a problem with the subsoil site conditions. I had to get out there right away.
Everyone was watching me. "...yeah. Ok. I'll get there as soon as I can." I put the phone away.
"I gotta go. Emergency on the job site."
Leslie snorted. "Yeah, right. When you're losing. How convenient."
"Look," I said, "this is real. It's my job."
"Ok, Ted," sniffed Jill, "but there is a rule about this. Tell him Amy."
"Well, yeah Ted, when we originally made up the rules we decided that anyone who was losing and bailed out on us toward the end would be visited by the 'payment committee' later. And the payment is double the maximum loss. So, I mean, go ahead, go do your job thing, but we'll be around to see you later, if you know what we mean."
Yeowch! That automatically put me in for 600 chips. I knew I'd have trouble sitting when I had to pay up, but there was no help for it. I walked out with the sweet sounds of the girls' farewells ringing in my ears.
It was a few days later when the note was slipped into my mailbox. It read: "The Payment Committee requests the pleasure of your company to resolve a certain gambling debt on Friday night at 8pm at the home of Jill Dennison. Please be prompt." There was no signature. I called Amy.
"So who is the Payment Committee? And what did they say after I left?" I asked her.
"Mmmm, we decided it would be the three winners for the night. That turned out to be Donald, Donna and Jill. Donald doesn't care to come so Leslie volunteered to take his place. So be at Jill's and don't be late," she giggled. "You've got a hot date with three lovely ladies who just can't wait to get their hands on you. I might come and watch. And if I'm not there, I want a full report afterwards."
"So who else lost Friday night?"
"Well, for one, Jenny did, so she might be after your ass big time if she shows up. Your leaving knocked her into third from the bottom so she got a pretty hot fanny warming from Donna. It was cute though. Donna put her across her knees and pulled up her little schoolgirl skirt for 23 licks with Donna's mom-style hairbrush. It was a real sizzler-- right across those white cotton panties of hers--that by the way, were about two sizes too small. So most of her butt was showing, and it wobbled with each crack of that brush. She was kicking and yowling like any 10 year old over her mom's knee. And Donna laid it on good. You should have seen her when Donna let her up. She was rubbing her scorched butt and hopping around going "Ow! Ow! Ow!". Very amusing for us, not so amusing for her.
"Kyle got it from Jill again. This time she tried out that switch. Kyle wasn't too happy about it, but he took his pants down. Jill wanted to give the licks to him bare fanny. Kyle bent over the back of the sofa and had to take 22 strokes with that whippy thing--it was really bendy. And it made this whrrr...whick! sound. You should have seen Kyle jump! Oh, and the stripes it made--thin red lines. Kyle was really yelping and gasping. I think it was hard for him to stay down, but Jill threatened him with extras if he got up. So he took it, but all the time he was begging her to ease up. She would flick it across his bare ass like whick! whick! whick! in groups of three or four and he would go "Ah! Ah! Ah!" and sort of rise on his toes and almost stand up. Then she would do it again. He looked like he was fighting tears when he got up--I'm not kidding. It was pretty severe.
"And, yours truly got a bare butt over-the-knee walloping from Donald. I lost 280 chips! And overall I was down over 400. So I got myself spanked good and proper. While Donald sat in the chair I had to take down those harem pants in front of everybody and climb bare-assed over Donald's lap. He didn't use anything but his hand, but my fanny was flaming hot by the time he was done. I really got a sound bare butt tanning. He spanked hard and slow and kind of rubbed each one in--so I could appreciate it more, he said. Well I know what I can appreciate and that's seeing you get your commuppance Friday night, mister." This last bit was delivered with no small amount of vehemence.
"Don't worry, I'll be there," I sighed. But I was worried. I'll just bet they were cooking up something special.
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So it was with some trepidation that I rang the doorbell at Jill's that Friday night. Jill answered the door. Behind her stood Donna and Leslie--they were all dressed in costume as they had been at the previous game. Jill looked like an imposing schoolmarm, Donna wore her 50's dress and Leslie was clad in the sexy yellow sundress with knee-high white socks.
"Well, well, well, girls--he's here," said Jill with an evil grin. "Come in, come in, my boy." She ushered me in.
"Hi, Ted," said Donna and Leslie, gayly.
They were each holding their implements from the last game and sort of tapping their palms with them. For my benefit, I'm sure. I must have visibly gulped at the sight of the three attractive women in sexy attire, implements of correction in their hands, sizing me up. Then I tried to act macho.
"Ok, ok, let's just get on with it," I said with weary nonchalance.
Jill turned to Leslie and Donna. "He wants to get on with it."
" 'Deed he does," said Leslie.
"An eager boy," said Donna.
Jill fixed her gaze on me through those hornrim glasses of hers. "Not so fast, m'boy. First, we're thirsty and you will make the drinks and serve them to us like a good little servant boy."
Sheesh! "Ok, where's the bar?"
"Whoa there, young man. First of all for the rest of the night you will address me as Miss Jill, not just 'Jill'. You will refer to Donna as..." Jill turned to Donna who said, "Mommy."
"Yeah, mommy," continued Jill. Leslie snickered.
"No snickering, Leslie," commanded Donna with a stern look, " you're in for it too, you know." Leslie pouted.
What was this? My quizzical look prompted Jill to say, "A private matter between Donna and Leslie. Maybe if you're a good boy, we'll let you watch. But we need a lot more respect, mister."
Well now, this was an interesting twist. I decided to play along.
"Uh, yes, er...Miss Jill," I said respectfully.
"That's better. Now, the bar is in the kitchen and we'll be in the den. Oh, but first," she turned to the other girls, "he's not really dressed appropriately to serve us, is he?"
Donna shook her head. "No, not at all. I think all the clothes are entirely too confining." Leslie nodded in agreement.
"You heard her Ted, take off your clothes."
"Now, c'mon Jill..."
"MISS Jill," she interrupted. "Quickly now, hop to it."
"And fold them nicely," added Donna sweetly.
I looked at the three of them, then gave a resigned sigh. I knew they were serious and the stripping was to be part of their fun. At my expense of course. I took off my clothes down to my boxer shorts, folding everything neatly and putting it on a chair. At the sight of me in my boxer shorts, Donna said, "That won't do at all. Those boxer shorts are ugly!"
Jill nodded in assent. "I agree. Ted needs clothing more appropriate to our festivities. Go in my bedroom, Ted, and put on what you find there--then come into the den. Quickly now, go!" And she gave me a sharp slap on my bottom to hurry me along.
I went to the bedroom as directed where I found on Jill's bed a frilly white apron and a pair of nylon pink panties. I couldn't believe this. This had obviously been planned, but I knew there was no help for it but to play along. Curiously as I slid the slick material of the panties over my skin I began to get an erection. I was going to be practically naked in front of these women who had on these sexy outfits. And I was going to get my ass whipped. I guess these thoughts produced a bulge only partially hidden by the apron. God, I looked ridiculous--pink panties and a frilly white apron. When I walked back into the den--there were hoots and wolf whistles.
"Now that's more like it," said Donna approvingly.
"Very nice," said Leslie moving behind me patting my buns. My cock gave a little twitch as she cupped my rear cheeks through the soft nylon.
"Ok, Mr McCoy, time to get to work," said Jill, "I want a Marguerita...Donna?"
"A daquiri for me."
"I want a glass of Chardonnay, please," said Leslie.
I went to the kitchen and mixed the drinks. There was a tray so I put them all on the tray and carried it back in. Jill was on the sofa and Donna and Leslie were in two chairs facing her, so I went around in a circle, smiling and offering each her drink.
"O, here he is," proclaimed Donna when I walked in. "How cute, our own serving maid. Don't spill it now," she admonished as I bent down to present the tray.
"Yes, ah, mommy" I said. She took the glass.
When I had served them all, Jill dismissed me back to the kitchen. I heard them all giggling and snorting at my obvious embarrassment. Jill called me back in. "We have to now discuss how we're going to deal with you, Ted, so I think maybe...let's see--"
"Send him to the corner first," suggested Leslie.
"Good idea," seconded Donna. "Ted, go stand in the corner with your nose to the wall while we discuss your punishment."
I gave an exasperated sigh and walked to a vacant corner. I could hear them talking about what to do to me. They were discussing it as if I wasn't there.
"Ted sure has a cute butt. And in those little panties too. I think someone should warm them up for him," said Leslie teasingly. "I think I'm going to put him over my knee."
"Well, let me tell you, those panties are coming down when I use my switch on that cute boyish behind," confided Jill, "but first I like your idea Leslie. I want Ted over my knee with his chubby little butt getting tanned like a 12 year old. Then I'd like to use my whippy switch. A good ol' Southern remedy, they tell me."
"Ooh, are you going to switch him bare?" said Leslie. "Wow, Kyle was really jumping from that licking you gave him Friday. He was almost crying."
"I think a few tears might be good for Ted, bring him down a peg. Just between us girls, Kyle needed that," said Jill. "He'd been a little full of himself. He's a lot more respectful now. And when we got home, he was very attentive, if you know what I mean. Nothing makes a man more willing to please a woman than a red hot fanny and a promise of some more if he doesn't obey."
"Well for me, I want to try that theory out," said Donna. "I wonder if a good smacking with mommy's hairbrush would put Ted in an obedient mood? Maybe he could be useful later, if you know what I mean." They all giggled. The alchohol was loosening things up, it seemed.
I didn't dare turn around but I could picture the wicked grin on Donna's face as she contemplated paddling my sit spot with that hairbrush.
"Well, let's get started," said Jill. "Leslie, you go first. We'll take turns disciplining this naughty lad. We'll each take 200 total, used anyway we want. Sound OK?"
There must have been nods of agreement because the next thing I heard was Leslie's command.
"Oh, Ted, get yourself over here, honey. I'm going to be the first to warm your little fanny good." She giggled and flounced herself down in the middle of the sofa. As I drew closer she patted her thighs, which were bare almost up to her crotch, the dress was so short. "Just lie over my lap, Ted, toddyside up. Get comfy now."
This was it. I grimaced and stretched out along the couch and crawled over Leslie's lap. My ass was in the air, propped up over her legs and my groin was mashed into the space between her thighs. The friction of my penis encased in the nylon was sliding over her bare thighs. It sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. She cupped and patted my buttocks with her hand, then rubbed my ass with her palm in a circular motion. The feel was electric and highly pleasureable. My shaft was thickening and I knew she could feel it.
"I'm going to give you 50 spanks on the seat of these cute panties. Ready, Ted?"
"Yes, Miss Leslie," I intoned.
"Give them to him hard, Leslie. Spankings should hurt. I want him well warmed up for me and my hairbrush," urged Donna.
Leslie cracked her palm down with a hard smack to my right buttock. She let it linger for a moment then gave me an equally hard crack on the right side. Then she repeated the sequence. After a few sets of two she got into a rhythm. At first it tingled pleasantly, then my ass started to feel hot, then the sting came, building with each smack. That's the thing about a spanking, the pain builds to a point where you hope the next one isn't worse, but it always is. The stinging splats! followed one after another. You want to promise to do anything to make it stop, but it keeps on stinging worse and worse.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Leslie's palm beat a steady tattoo on my hot hind end. I wriggled around trying for relief. It didn't work. My ass was really stinging now.
"Give it to him good, Leslie," said Donna, who I could see out of the corner of my eye, gloating over my perdicament.
"Whoo---you go girl!" cheered Jill as the cracking licks from Leslie's hand seemed to get even louder.
I was sucking air between my teeth. This was a sizzling spanking and it was only starting. At the same time I was aware of the pleasureable sensation of my cock sliding along Leslie's thighs as I squirmed involuntarily and bucked my hips. I lost count around 35 and could do no more than jerk and writhe over Leslie's lap. I had lost control to the sensation of being spanked, controlled by a woman's hand repeatedly smacking my ass, making me mind. Yes, ma'am, I thought. I'll mind--anything you say. I heard someone say, "48, 49, 50!" Then there was applause. Donna and Jill were actually clapping.
"Good job, Leslie, looks like he really felt that," said Jill. She was right. I had indeed.
"Ok, Ted, up you get," said Leslie lifting me to my knees.
"And it looks like he felt something else," said Donna, noting my erection which bulged out of the front of the little panties.
"Why you bad boy," laughed Jill. "Well, don't worry, we'll take care of that. Who's next?"
"I am," said Donna, taking the seat on the couch vacated by Leslie.
"What are you going to give him?" asked Leslie, with a coy grin.
"Hmmm...I think 20 with my hairbrush on his cute little buns. That will pay for 100 chips, right Ted?" she said turning to me.
I gulped at the sight of the hard looking hairbrush Donna was twirling around in her hand. That was going to hurt and I knew it. "Oh, Ted..." said Donna in a sing-songy voice, "Over my knee. Right now!"
"Ok," I said, rolling my eyes.
"What? What was that look, young man? Oooh, I'm gonna tan you good." Donna gave me a withering look and wagged the brush.
"I mean..I mean, sorry, yes, ah, mommy," I said quickly trying to correct my error. Donna just patted her lap and once again I slid across a pair of feminine thighs to receive my correction. Once I had properly assumed the humiliating posture, Donna started to pat my now sensitized cheeks with the back of the brush.
"Now, Ted," she began, "mommy is angry with you for running out on us the other night. You were losing and you should have paid the penalty then. Now mommy doesn't like to spank her naughty boy..." Leslie gave a derisive snort, and Jill chuckled, " but, what must be done, must be done. Say yes, mommy."
"For God's sake, Donna..."
"Say, YES MOMMY!" the hairbush splatted down hard, once on each side.
"Ow! Ow! Yes, mommy!" That had hurt. Much much worse than Leslie's hand.
"Now those didn't count, Ted. So now we start."
I wasn't prepared for the painful ordeal which followed. The back of the brush burned like fire, sending waves of stinging, seemingly unbearable pain that overwhelmed any defenses I thought I had. Donna held me fast across my back and put the hairbrush to me with a steady whap!...whap!...whap!...whap! spaced a few seconds apart. She had decided to give me 20. At 5 chips apiece this was half of her share of my forfeit. I couldn't help it. I felt my eyes start to water, it hurt so bad. It took me back to that childhood place. Over mommy's knee. Bared. Vulnerable. The shameful spanking making me cry. No! I wasn't going to do it!. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth as the hairbrush seared my behind.
It was a moment before I realized it had stopped. Thank God!
"Ok, Ted, up you get," said Donna cheerfully. "Mmmm I think our Ted felt that one, hunhh, Ted?"
"Oww! Yes. I felt that. Ow," I said rubbing my buns.
"What did you say," said Donna, her eyebrows arched.
"Yes, mommy. Yes mommy," I repeated the shameful mantra, still trying to rub the sting away.
"Ok, Jill, he's all yours," said Donna. Jill gleefully rubbed her hands. "You know Ted," she said dragging a straight-backed chair into the room, "I've wanted to smack your sassy ass since this game started. And I think the time for panty warming is over. A good bare fanny lickin' is what you need. But first I need another drink."
So I had to serve another round. As the alchohol kicked in, the conversation became more explicit. There was a definite feeling in the air. Any remaining inhibitions as to what was really going on were shed.
Then Jill put down her glass. "Time for a good ol' bare butt lickin', Ted. Get over here."
"Whew! Gooo Jill, honey," cheered Leslie.
Jill seated herself on the sturdy chair. The short skirt rode up, revealing her stocking clad legs. Her lap made an attractive platform for my impending chastisement. As I contemplated the attractive thighs I was soon to lie across, I started to regain my erection. I stood by her right side and she turned and slowly dragged the pink panties down to my knees. My penis sprung out as she slipped the material past my groin.
"My, my, what have we here?" she said, and gave the engorged rod a little bat. It smacked into my belly before wagging up and down and finally coming to rest, sticking straight out.
"Looks like Ted is glad to report to Miss Jill for his spanking," teased Leslie.
"Mmm, Ted, how about it, ready for a good fanny warming from Miss Jill?" cooed Jill. She had taken my cock in her hand and was now slowly sliding her fingers back and forth over the glans sending shoots of pleasure coursing through my body. If she doesn't stop, I'll come, I thought. Then she took her hand away.
"Ok, you bad boy, time for a little punishment. Over my knee, bottoms up," commanded Jill.
I lowered myself across her silky thighs, almost losing it again as my rock hard cock slid along the slick nylon coming to rest in the juncture between her legs. She opened her legs a little and my cock slid between them pointing straight down. Then she clamped her legs together imprisoning my penis like a vise. Her left arm went across my back as she pulled me in closer.
"Here comes your spanking, Ted," said Jill, rubbing my mounds in a slow circular motion. "Fifty smacks on your cute bare tushy. Ready?" She removed her hand. For an instant I felt a cool breeze wafting across my behind then...whap! smack! smack! crack! She spanked me hard with rapid slaps that alternated sides. It stung intensely on my sensitized behind, and I started rocking on her lap in time with the smacks. She had a hard hand, and my ass heated back up quickly. She hit much harder than Leslie and was giving me as intense a tanning with her smacking palm as Donna had with the brush. My ass was on fire and the sting of her harsh hand spatting down on my nude fanny was driving me to the brink of my ability to take it. Competing with the escalating sting, however was the pleasure gleaned from the sliding motion of my penis in the tender thigh-vise. Hot! omigod, it's hot! was what my brain said as the smacks continued to fall. I was aware of the sound, that sharp smack! slap! crack! that echoed in the room. It would have been quite a sight for a peeping tom, a grown man, pink panties at his ankles, held over the lap of an attractive woman dressed like a schoolmarm, while she spanked his bare bottom vigorously with two other equally attractive women looking on and admiring her handiwork.
Due to the competing sensations of pleasure/ sting, I nearly lost it again, but Jill stopped and let me up.
"Whew," said Jill, that was fun, but my hand is hot. And she blew on it in mock discomfort while Donna and Leslie chortled. Regarding the still hard state of my cock she said, "Well, somebody had a good time. You save that, Ted. Don't you dare touch yourself."
"I think it's now time for our halftime show," said Donna, eyeing Leslie ominously. Leslie blushed and licked her lips. She looked anxious but excited too. I wondered if I was going to get to see this interesting show.
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