CHAPTER THREE — STEPHANIE
The man takes out his cock.
"Hands behind your head the whole time," he says. "And look up at me. Suck my cock and think about how bad you were last night."
This is humiliating. The man pumps in and out of my throat like I'm a doll. He threads his hands through the top of my hair and moves my head.
"That's it," he says. "Use that little mouth. Take my cock like a good little slut."
"Now, when Greg comes in your mouth, you're not allowed to swallow it," Rod says. "If you do, there will be consequences."
Obviously, I have questions I want to ask.
Why? When can I swallow it? But seeing as Greg is balls deep in my throat, I can't exactly ask those questions.
Greg smirks like he knows exactly the predicament I'm in.
He groans and gets even rougher. I feel drool drip down the side of my mouth, which makes me feel even more degraded.
"That's it," he says. "Take it all, slut."
He lightly slaps my breast, and although it doesn't hurt, it's demeaning.
He thrusts once more and ejaculates. Thick seed fills my mouth.
It's a lot, more than I'm expecting. I'm so tempted to swallow.
It feels thick and salty, and gross. But I don't want to piss off Rod.
I get the sense he has a sadistic side to him.
"Good girl," Rod says as Greg does up his pants and walks away. "Now come over here and get over my lap. And remember, no swallowing. I'll tell you when you can."
Rod is sitting on the couch. My stomach sinks. I know exactly what's about to happen.
"Hurry up," he says.
I lie over his lap. Having taken off my sundress, I'm just wearing a thong, because I didn't wear a bra. Rod toys with my thong, pulling it up and giving me a wedgie. This somehow makes the whole thing more degrading. With the other hand, he grabs my hair and pulls, forcing me to arch my back.
"Now, I want you to listen," he says. "You're in this position right now: mouth full of cum, naked over a stranger's lap, and about to get your ass spanked because you were a bad girl and made bad decisions last night. Understood?"
He knows I can't answer. I hate this man.
"I'm about to spank your ass until it's as red as a tomato.
You're going to be sore for the next week, and every time you sit down, I want you to remember the consequences of your choices.
And next time you think about getting dangerously drunk, I want you to think about this moment right here. Do you understand?"
I can't answer, so he just yanks on my ponytail.
"Good. Now, I think I need something to make sure this gets through to you. David, can you get me a wooden spoon?"
Oh, God. My stomach clenches as I listen to David's footsteps. He hands Rod the spoon, and Rod gently places it on my ass, moving it around.
"You're going to get twenty spanks with this spoon," he says. "It's going to hurt. You're going to take it like a good girl. If you try and wiggle and get away from me, I'll give you more. Do you understand?"
He knows I can't say anything. He just tugs my hair.
"Good. Now, last thing."
He pulls down my panties, which were kind of decorative at this point anyway, but somehow it's still that much more embarrassing.
"A proper punishment has to be on the bare bottom," he says.
Still holding my ponytail, he starts spanking, and it's hard.
I'm surprised by how much more it hurts than David's hand.
Each one feels like a bee sting. He hits an area multiple times before moving to a different one, landing them in rapid succession, alternating from one cheek to the other.
I desperately want to squirm, but I remember what he said.
I have no doubt he would follow through on that promise.
"Is that cum still tasting good, slut?" he asks, giving me another spank.
I remember the thick liquid again, and my humiliation deepens.
"For these five last spanks, I want them to be memorable," he says.
He lets go of my hair and grabs my hands.
"Spread yourself," he says.
Uh, he can't be—
He moves my hands so that they're on my ass cheeks. My skin feels tender.
"You heard me," he says. "Do it now, or I'll double them."
That's enough to get me to follow his instructions. I grab my cheeks and spread them. I've never felt this exposed or humiliated in my life.
"You're going to get your last five spanks right on your naughty little hole," he says.
I'm so glad I'm over his lap right now, so he can't see my face, because I'm sure it's bright red. These are going to sting.
"This is a special punishment for only very naughty girls. Do you understand?"
I still can't say anything.
"Good slut," he says. "All right. Here's your first one."
He hits it. It's actually not as hard as the other ones and doesn't necessarily hurt as much, but the fact that it's right in my most private area makes it ten times worse.
"Four more," he says.
He lands two more quickly. The skin starts to sting. It's pretty sensitive. I think about walking around for the next week, stinging in between my cheeks, and I squirm.
"Hold still," he says.
He lands the last two quickly.
"Good," he says. "Now you can swallow."
I swallow the cum, my face hot with shame. I get off his lap and start to move away.
"Where do you think you're going?" he says. "We're not done yet."