“Actually Mommy, a spot opened for me and I had to choose right away. I have already withdrawn from school. I’m in Toronto now and learning so much.”
“Well, you are an adult Missy and a life of servitude to God is a wonderful thing. I trust you.”
“Thank you Mommy. Don’t miss practice.”
“I’m proud of you Missy. Love you.”
“Love you Mommy.”
Hanging up the phone I am proud of my ability to lie, at least a little bit of it was a lie.
“Well that seemed to go well for you,” Mr. Jackson asks more than he states.
“Yes Sir.”
“You lied to your mother. You are a very bad girl,” he says unbuckling his belt.
“Yes Sir. Professor Harlow told me not to tell anyone.”
Sliding his belt from his pants and folding it in half, “I don’t see Harlow here, do you? I didn’t tell you that you could lie.”
This man, snapping the belt his belt in front of me, is making me wet.
“I’m a very bad girl Sir. I promise not to lie again,” my words plead but my pussy is begging for me to be spanked.
“Well Miss Madison, I think we will have to give you something to remember that. Don’t you?”
I have heard about getting spanked by a belt, my parents didn’t spank me, but I’ve heard it hurts.
My pussy has different ideas and is getting wetter at the thought.
“No thank you Sir. I promise not to do it again.”
“Stand up Miss Madison. Take off the robe and bend over the counter.”
“Yes Sir.”
Slowly I do as instructed, all the while I’m getting wetter and wetter.
Without warning, the belt strikes my skin, and it is more painful that I expected.
I don’t even have an opportunity to process when I feel the pain radiate through me.
“Do you like it Miss Madison? Should I continue, just to make sure you don’t lie again?”
“No Sir. Please don’t. It hurts.”
It does hurt but it is also warm and sort of electrifying.
It reminds me of getting my tattoo. Painful at first, titillating the next.
My clit would agree. I’m seriously on fire and it’s only getting worse as his belt meets my ass three more times.
I would never have imagined that having my ass beat with a belt would make me want to get fucked.
“Some pretty welts on your tight ass. Did it feel good?” Mr. Jackson asks as he strokes my sore ass.
“No Mr. Jackson. It hurts. I’ll be good Sir.”
“Seems to me you did like it. You’re drenched here. Seems more like you wish you would get fucked.”
“Did you like it Miss Madison?”
“No Sir.”
He answers me by smacking my ass with his hand.
“Your wetness says otherwise. I told you not to lie.”
Fuck. I do like it. I don’t want to tell him.
Another blow to my sore ass with his hand makes me say it.
“I like it Sir. Very much. It is making me want a cock in me. Sir.”
“Good girl. And you aren’t going to get fucked now. There’s a little poker party tonight and you are the favor.”
What does he mean by that?
“Go rest awhile little girl. Lounge by the pool. I’d rub some lotion on that ass first.”
“Yes Mr. Jackson.”
Grabbing my robe I practically run back to the room.
If my ass didn’t already hurt so much I might risk getting myself off but I don’t think my ass can take anymore.
I find some lotion in the bath and head for the pool.
There is a lounge chair near the south end and decide that I’ll just lay there a bit and rest.
Apparently I fell asleep because Mr. Jackson wakes me by slapping my thigh.
“Get up. Go fix your hair and put on what is on the bed Miss Madison.”
“Yes Mr. Jackson.”
“Be back here in an hour!” he calls after me as I climb the stairs.
He must have yelled simply for effect because I’m not moving very quickly.
My ass is still sore but there is a delightful warmth about it as well.
My clit starts to harden as I remember my punishment.
Turning the shower on, I immediately realize that I need to reduce the pressure, and choose a more rain-like setting.
The slightly cool water is soothing my soreness and I stay in the shower quite awhile.
Drying off, I find a little outfit similar to a Hooters girl, if the white shirt wasn’t see through mesh and the orange shorts weren’t so tiny.
I do look pretty sexy in it though. The mesh is just big enough to let my nipples poke through.
After sweeping my hair into a loose bun, I head back to the pool to find Professor Harlow, Mr. Jackson and two other gentlemen.
It is nice to see Professor. He looks as handsome as ever and just seeing him makes me tingle.
As I approach the table Mr. Jackson introduces me as tonight’s prize.
“This is Miss Madison gentlemen.”
He goes on to say that while they will still be playing for money, the winner of each hand will get to use me in whatever way they see fit for the next hand.
This could work in my favor. If they let me cum of course.
“The player with the most cash at the end gets her for as much time as they want,” Mr. Jackson further explains.
The men start clapping and Mr. Jackson tells me the blonde man was to be called Mr. Elliott and the gray haired man is Mr. Norton.
I silently stand beside Mr. Jackson as the first hand is dealt on the glass table.
The winner of the first hand is Professor and he motions me toward him.
I want him to touch me. To say he wants to be inside me.
“It is lovely to see you Miss Madison. Pull those shorts to the side and sit on my lap facing me.”