The Poker Game

She was nervous without really knowing why. Sitting on the bus, the sun had made the plastic seat cover stick to the soft skin of her thighs, bare because of the shorts she was wearing. As she got up she felt her skin rip away from the plastic, the pain taking her by surprise. She automatically rubbed the sore spot on her bottom.
 
It was a gesture she made so often. She could remember rubbing her bottom after getting spanked by her father so many times. Then rubbing it some more when she was matter of factly bent over his knees immediately again for having rubbed her bottom, or having squirmed, or having been just a little too disobedient for the spanking to have ended. She always regretted her behaviour, until the next time.

Her father believed that not only must she be thrashed and paddled, but that the punishment had to have as a goal a reminder not to disobey again. And that reminder came in the form of a public display of the punishment.

Jennie got spanked at her parents' fancy dining room table; guests milling around, watching her fleshy little ass get redder and redder. (The welts another reminder in school the next day.) They would hear her sobbing and crying to her daddy that she would be good. Afterwards she was made to stand in the corner: legs apart and panties around her ankles for at least fifteen minutes while the dinner guests ate and remarked on her punishment and then ignored her.

That was so long ago. Now Jennie was a grown woman. And she was, technically speaking, an adult.

Her boyfriend Steve was a very funny, very intelligent and assertive man. Jennie also knew that she could not push him too far. He was direct and no nonsense but very giving. And very strict about punctuality.

Oh shit, the poker game, she thought. She had forgotten all about it, what she was supposed to bring, prepare. Now she was panicking. But wait, too bad! she thought. Steve could not really discipline her in front of all his friends. Plus one was bringing his girlfriend, so she could hang out with her.

She sauntered up to his door, and rang the bell. His beautiful eyes flashed anger at her as he opened the door. She could see his friend James, his girlfriend, and one other man she did not recognize.

Steve took the bags from her and pointed to the couch. "You are very late. Unacceptable, go and sit in silence on the couch, Jennie. I will deal with you later."

"Of course," Jennie replied and walked directly into the kitchen, and started washing her hands.

"Hi," said Sandra, "I’m James’ girlfriend, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. What would you like to drink?" Jennie asked, being the good hostess.

"G and T please." 

"Oh, that’s my favourite," Jennie said, adding, "two gin tonics coming right up."

As Jennie handed Sandra her drink and finally sat on the couch she knew Steve was furious. She could practically feel his hand on her ass, smacking her without mercy. She looked up. Both he and James were standing over the girls.

Steve spoke first. "Hey, man, hope you don’t mind, but I cannot play poker with this going on. Going to have to punish this one. Now. Here."

"NOOO, no please, sir, not in front of everyone, that was only for when I was a little girl," Jennie begged. 

She was on her feet fast, but Steve pulled her to her knees instantly.
 
"Enough," he said.

Jennie couldn’t think straight. He was going to humiliate her, punish her, spank her severely in front of Sandra and James and the other man. She also realized that her pussy was wet. It was going to show immediately when her shorts were pulled down. Steve knew that too.

"Stand up and put your head on the couch and legs apart," Steve ordered quietly.

She had long lean legs and as she was bending far enough over to push her face into the cushions, Steve pulled off her shorts and lowered her panties. He put his finger in her dripping pussy and smeared his fingers across her bottom.
 
"Bad little cunt," he said quietly. Then louder, "I wet her ass like that so the belt leaves really good reminders of what she did."

He did it again and Jennie moaned with shame.

"I see," James said, "Sandra needs the same lesson."

Jennie tried to lift her nose. It was pressed deep in the cushion. She felt humiliated like a helpless exposed thing. Steve, always able to read her mind, pushed her back down and pinched a taunt pink nipple hard.

"Don’t be even more disobedient, you bad girl," he warned.

Jennie felt Sandra’s soft sweet breast brush against her back and realized that her friend's face was also being shoved into the deep cushions, and that her trembling ass must be up in the air next to hers. This made her drip more cunt juice, imagining how they both must look.

 Steve handed James a leather tasseled flogger. "Don’t stop until she is crying hard," he instructed his friend.

"Oh no, James please, don’t thrash me, I‘m so sorry baby," Sandra started to whimper.
 
James sat down on the couch, kissed her softly, then bent her over his knees. He spread her ass cheeks wide apart, he shoved two fingers in.

"Oh yes, my little anal whore, I am going to thrash your dirty little ass so it looks just the way Jennie’s ass does. Let me tell you that her ass is getting striped and welted, and I will also insert a wooden stick up your bad little hole while I whip you, so you know what you are. Now get that pretty ass up, head down."
 
He went into the kitchen and came back with small wooden spoon. First he put three fingers in her pussy, and pulled them out dripping. "What a bad cunt you are too. Does that bad cunt deserve to get filled? Spread your legs," he said.

Sandra barely could. She loved James, but she was trembling with fear. Steve pushed them apart with his leg, still methodically applying the belt on Jennie's blistered ass, oblivious to her sobs and pleas for mercy. Steve turned to his friend and said, "Look at these two bad girls now. Jennie will think before she blithely disregards what I ask." He continued, "Yes, Jennie. You are a shamed red-assed bad little cunt, exposed here on my couch in front of all these people, crying, with your pussy still dripping wet. You friend is next to you with a spoon sticking out of her asshole". 

 James pushed the thin round handle in a little deeper. "Ow ow ow," yelped Sandra. 

"She is getting a whipping just like you," Steve said matter of factly as James began thrashing Sandra with the leather flogger. Each time the leather strips lashed her soft skin, making instant red lines. Sandra started crying hard very quickly. A few times the leather wrapped it self around the spoon handle.

Sandra felt the implement move inside her, it was making her very wet. They were relentless. Both girls were thrashed at least 30 times, their sobs growing louder and louder. Jennie was aching to touch her exploding pussy, but did not want to risk Steve’s pussy punishment which meant having her cunt lips exposed and feeling the pain of her wet clit whipped with the a small leather strap.

"Time to play poker now," said James, "Bob over there has been waiting. Let's leave these bad little things in the corner to cry and think about their behaviour." 

With that both men grabbed their girls by the hair and gently kneeled them side by side in the corner of the living room, two welted round asses in the air, touching practically. Sandra’s bottom had a wooden spoon sticking out of it.

And there they stayed, crying quietly on their knees, still spread apart, their juices running down their thighs, forbidden to touch each other. Faces down on a rug in a corner of a living room, while three men played a game of poker.