A Guy at Girl's Poker Night Ch 8
"I want you all to stand here and face me--that's it--in a line. Now I thought I told you to take your panties off." They just looked at each other. "Hmmm...disobedience too. Tell you what--leave them on for now while I think about how to do this."
With chagrinned and anxious expressions on their faces Jill, Donna and Leslie lined themselves up in front of me as I sat in the heavy armless chair. Leslie was naked except for bra, panties and knee high white socks. With her reddish gold hair in pigtails and youthful looks she looked like a modern-day Lolita. Donna and Jill were in black panties, bras, garter belts and stockings. I contemplated my prizes.
Jill was the larger of the two women in stockings. She was blonde and tall with a voluptuous figure--big hips, big bust, and all nicely proportioned--a big creamy blonde.
Donna had a more lithe, athletic figure. She was 5' 6" with lovely sculpted legs, a smaller but well formed bust, and slim hips and a pert derriere that was high set and firm, but lushly rounded.
Leslie was short, maybe 5' 4", with a cute pixie-ish build. She had small tits but wide hips and a plump and cheeky butt that jutted out behind her prominently. Many a male would be tempted to slap, fondle or pinch those pouty cheeks.
"Arms at your sides, and stand at attention."
With a sigh the girls dropped their arms and straightened up. "What is this, Ted, the army?" pouted Donna.
"From now on, Donna, you may address me as 'sir'."
"Yes, Sir Ted," said Donna with a straight face. Then all three broke out into giggles.
"Very funny. That was good," I said with a grin. " It was so good that you can go first, Donna. Right here," I said slapping my thighs with both hands, "get right over my knee. Time to pay off, Donna."
Donna grimaced and lowered herself across my lap. I pushed her body forward until her head was below the seat then I hitched up my right leg, raising her buttocks so that she was jacknifed over my knee. Her toes were barely touching the carpet on the other side. She was nice and vulnerable. I patted the panty encased cheeks then let loose with a hard and fast barrage of 10 smacks. The spanks electrified Donna. She threw her head back, her feet flew up, and she squealed, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" The hard smacks left distinct red handprints on the outer edges of her bottom cheeks that the panties did not cover.
Maybe she had thought a simple spanking by hand was no big deal. Let me tell you though--first of all, I'm a fairly husky guy. I'm a little taller than Jill and I've worked construction all my life. My hands are big, hard, and calloused. At the poker game I had let other girls off lightly. I had held back. Well, after the treatment I had received from these three, I was not inclined to do that any more. Donna confirmed my suspicions. She was wriggling and sputtering, surprised that a mere 10 spanks could have stung that much.
"Now, you can lift a little, Donna, while I slip these down."
Donna gave an exasperated sigh but lifted up while I unveiled the taut hillocks. "I'm going to spank you hard and slow, Donna, 20 smacks. That will make half of what you owe me for the bet." Donna just gave a little wriggle, trying to get comfortable. I rubbed her heiny in slow circles as I spoke. Then I raised my hand. Donna tensed when she felt my palm leave her bottom. She knew it was about to start. Smack!... Whap!... Smack!...Crack! I spanked her with hard deliberate cracks from my palm. Right side, left side, right side. Her body jolted at the shock of each forceful crack. She reacted with little mewls of distress, "unhh...ahh...ohh...". Her ass was resilient, almost rubbery. It didn't flatten out as much as that of a less athletic woman. Damn, it almost hurt my hand. I got an escalating series of "ow...ouch!...owww!!!!" at the last few smacks on her pnuematic buns. Good! At last I had made an impression.
"Ok, Donna," I said, "up you get. That's half of it."
"Ow, damn, Ted," she hissed, rubbing her freshly spanked bottom, "I did not hit you that hard."
"That's SIR, Donna, and yes you did. Ten more for not obeying instructions." Donna stuck out her tongue, the brat. "Now it's 20. Care to try for 30?" Donna pouted. "Ok, stand over there next to the couch. Jill, you're next." Jill had seen how hard Donna's spanking had been. She was wide-eyed and was licking her lips nervously. But she padded over obediently and laid herself across my thighs.
Jill was larger than Donna. More voluptuous too. She wriggled anxiously as I patted the lush globes and smoothed out the material of the sleek panties. I began her spanking the same way as Donna's, with 10 hard fast smacks to alternate cheeks. The shock of the intense sting made her yelp. "Ow, Ted...that hurts!" Then I stopped. "Panties down time, Jill," I said, "and that's a few more for you too."
"Ow, ok Ted...uh, I mean Sir!"
"Good. Now lift up, there's a good girl," I said as Jill obediently lifted. I slid her panties to her knees and shifted her farther over my lap. I smiled at the other two then blew on my hand for effect and started to spank. The whap! splat! crack! of my palm made Jill's derriere jiggle delightfully. From the very beginning she hissed, "ouch!...ow!...yeow!" as my hand splatted down on the wobbling cheeks of her plump rear end. She was a delight to spank. Her bottom, while not as firm as Donna's was nicely shaped and wonderfully resilient. She was bouncing over my knee doing a nice lap dance by the time I had reached 20. I took some satisfaction with the knowlege that I had chastised her enough to really make it sting, although with only 30 spanks total it wasn't enough to do the kind of thorough job that leads to a weepy, contrite female. I let Jill up and she stood there ruefully rubbing her bottom cheeks.
Leslie was last. She was licking her lips and her hands were absently massaging her ass which had already been warmed with the paddle that evening. Maybe she was lucky she was last. My hand was stinging. I noted with grim satisfaction that if my hand stung, their butts must be flaming. From what I could tell about the way Jill and Donna were moaning and rubbing, I knew I had made an impression. I treated Leslie a little differently. I had her stand between my legs while I slipped her panties down, then I turned her over my left knee. This gave my hand better access to her sopping slit and I massaged the little bud of her clitoris prior to initiating a very noisy and stinging spanking of her chubby mounds to the tune of 25 deliberately administered smacks. Leslie was obviously turned on by this spanking. She had climaxed once already that night and was in heat still. She writhed and bounced over my lap with each hearty smack applied to her jiggling fanny, but her moans were moans of lust, not pain. The red prints of my hand merged to color her behind red once more, and by the time I was finished the skin was hot to the touch. When I let her up, her eyes were glassy and I could tell she craved more. From the way Jill and Donna stared at this exhibition of wanton arousal I could tell they did too.
"Ok, ladies, half done. Now go over to the couch, all three of you, and bend over the back. Get those bottoms up. I'll be back in a second. And, oh, panties off, if you please."
I went back into the bedroom where I had undressed to retrieve an object that I now needed. I didn't like any of the spanking implements that the girls had brought. They had 50 chips worth of licks coming and I wanted to make the most of them. On their bare little asses each implement lick was worth ten chips. With that in mind I pulled my heavy leather belt from its loops in my discarded pants and doubled it holding onto the buckle end. I slapped it into my palm as I walked back into the room.
The sight that greeted me was 3 pairs of nicely reddened bottom cheeks thrust up over the sofa back. The shapely hips flared down to pretty legs that were slightly parted revealing three dark bushes at the juncture of leg and bottom. The folds of three naughty pussys glistened with the dew of arousal. My cock hardened at the sight. All three gave a startled jump as I thwacked the belt in my open palm. Ouch! That hurt! It is an old belt, very supple, about an inch and a half wide and pretty thick.
"Alright, girls, listen up--no don't get up--just stay bent over--that's right. You each have 50 chips to pay off and you will each get 5 bare fanny licks with my belt. And no getting up until I say, got it?" A meek chorus of "yes, sir" confirmed my control of the situation.
I lined up behind fanny no. 1 who was Donna. She shivered as I ran the leather across her quivering cheeks. I drew my arm back and swung the belt. It connected with a loud Splat! My efforts were rewarded with a wriggle and an "Ouch!" I moved on to Leslie. The crack of the belt made her bottom joggle and she squealed in distress. Jill yelled too as the belt cracked down on its third target. I went up the line again and delivered a second stroke to each bare fanny. The harsh splats of leather impacting female fanny and the resultant yelps were music to my ears. On the third round some knees started to buckle and I had to warn my charges that they had to keep their legs straight. Splat! "Ouch!...Splat! "Yeoww!"...Whack!... "Owww!" An arpeggio chorus in three part harmony. The painful penalty continued as I started the last round of licks with the belt. I rared back and let each tender seat really have it with a swipe of the belt about as hard as I could make it. This time the there was genuine distress in the tone of the yelping and livid bands of red decorated my three curvy fannies.
"Ok, now don't move," I said as I moved in behind Leslie who was situated in the middle between the other two. I loosed my hard cock from my boxer shorts and guided the head to the lips of Leslie's slippery quim. I heard her breath catch as she realized what I was about, but she parted her legs slightly to grant me access and arched her back pushing her bottom back so as to impale herself on my turgid shaft. I slid in to the hilt, the sheath of her vagina gripping me tightly. At the same time I reached out on either side of me and found the wet pussies of Donna and Jill. I started frigging them as I began to slide in and out of Leslie. All three of them moaned. Leslie ground her hot ass against my pelvis, trying to work herself against the pistoning of my cock. My belly slapped the soft cheeks of her reddened butt as I thrust into her. Donna and Jill writhed and bucked in an attempt to derive as much pleasure from my probing fingers as they could.
One thing about having had Leslie suck me to climax earlier--I now had a lot of staying power. This could go on for a long time. I told them I was now of a mind to finish their strokes with a rod of quite a different sort. I didn't get any argument. Jill and Leslie switched positions. Twenty slow strokes in and out. The feel of Jill's pussy wrapped around my penis was as exquisite as Leslie's. Her big bottom jiggled deliciously as I banged into it from behind. Then Donna and Jill switched. Donna was perhaps the tightest of all. Anothe twenty slow strokes. Leslie came first wriggling madly as I rubbed her clit. Then an orgasm hit Jill. Finally as I sensed Donna tightening up in anticipation of her own climax I let go. I couldn't hold back any more anyway. Humping furiously I pulled out at the last minute and a hot jet of cum shot all over Donna's back and buttocks.
**********************************************
"You did all three of them?" asked an incredulous Amy a several days later over a cup of coffee in her kitchen.
"All in a night's work," I said, feigning nonchalance.
"Hmmphh. And they have to come over and do...what?"
"Slave-for-a-day. That was the bet."
"What are you going to do with them? Make them do chores and stuff?"
"I imagine. My place is a mess."
"And what will you do if they don't obey your every command, or fail to get everything spotless? Hmmm? Are you going to whip them and everything? You will won't you?" Amy was licking her chops at the thought.
"I may need some help--a slave mistress, maybe. You know, enforce discipline, that kind of thing. I can't be everywhere at once."
"Are you serious?" Amy's eyes were big as saucers now. I could see the wheels turning.
"Sure," I said casually, "want the job?"
"Does the Pope wear a beanie?"
"There's an audition," I cautioned.
"Then let's discuss this in my office," she said, leading me by the hand to her bedroom.
Whoever said suburban life was dull?
Built by Text2Html