| Straight: BDSM: A Spanking To Remember (2/6) |
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contact with you. You can tell I am nervous, and that turns you on more. You push my foot from between your thighs and shove my leg onto the floor. "Put your shoe back on whore, and listen well." I scramble to reach under the table and slide my shoe back onto my foot. Even though mentally I am horrified at what is happening, my body deceives me. I can feel my cunt throbbing and getting wetter as I listen to what you say next. "What happens to bad little girls, whore?" "They get spanked." "That's right. In this case, you have displeased me more than once, and you have to learn your lesson. From this moment forward, you won't speak unless I ask you a direct question. You will do whatever I say, when I say it. Any hesitation will only lead me to punish you further and trust me, you don't want that. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes, I understand." "Good. Now stand up and come over here next to me." You lean back in your chair and take a final drag off of your cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. I push my chair back from the table and stand up. My knees are weak and I am not sure that I can go through with this, but I know I must. When you speak to me like that I am reminded that when it comes to sex, you own me. Every part of me belongs to you and I must oblige your every whim. I take a deep breath before slowly moving over to you. You have pushed your chair back and turned it so that it is facing the rest of the room. I stand before you as your eyes go down my body, taking in every curve, every crevice. "Turn around and face the room, slut...and keep your eyes open!" I do as you say. Although I am not facing you I can feel your eyes inspecting me from behind. I feel completely exposed already, and we've only just begun. I look around the bar trying to size up the situation. As it is almost closing time, the place is winding down. There are two older gentlemen sitting at the bar, a couple who appears to be about our age at a table across the room and a group of middle-aged men and women who were clearly drunk and speaking rather loudly. At that point, I was almost wishing that the bar were busier, so that we could possibly go unnoticed. In this winded-down state, I knew that was impossible. "Look at all those people, slut. Shortly they are all going to be looking at your bare ass and pussy." With that, you grip my waist with both your hands and pull me down so that I am sitting in your lap. You take hold of my hair and yank my head back. You breathe heavily into my ear and begin to speak. "Don't even pretend as though you don't like this, slut. Dressed the way you are, you are simply begging for people to look at your whore body. I'm going to give you exactly what you want. You are going to show all these people what a little slut you are. Thank me, whore." "Thank you for letting me |
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