I Take an Ass Whipping From a Flabby Nerd
"You can do it. Just don't be brutal," I told the guy when he asked me if I would take an ass whipping. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse and to be honest, the thought of it kind of turned me on.
I never had a father figure in my life and my Mom didn't discipline me at all because she felt guilty about selling ass all the time when I was a kid. She would verbally abuse me from time to time. "Lauren you little cunt, why did you steal $20? You're a thieving little shitwipe you teenage bitch!" "You're a lazy twat, get a fucking job!" Later she would feel guilty and smoke a joint with me to make up. "Don't hotbox it honey!" "Go easy now!"
My friend Shantae at the strip club where I work told me, "Girl, my Daddy beat my ass about four times a week." I got a little older and he started whipping my bare cakes!" "When he put me over his knee I could feel his hard dick on my belly!" "That spook finally went to jail and I celebrated for a whole week."
Yeah, I admit the stories I heard made me a bit nervous about being spanked but curiously a little wet at the same time, so I'm not too worried. Besides, the guy looks like a manager at Chik-fil-A. Square rim glasses, short-sleeve button down shirt, pleated khakis, black generic fitness shoes - a real middle-aged nerd with a flabby belly hanging over his belt. How much damage could he possibly do? If he wants to take a couple of swats and get a blowjob or something I'm down with it. It's been a slow week and the profit margin is high!
"Take off your clothes!" I do as I'm told because because it seems to fit with the whole domination narrative. "OK Daddy, whatever you say!" I am proud to be down with the lingo. I strip and stand in front of the guy with my arms across my tits because I figure this is how to look submissive. "Don't hit me too hard!" I can see that he already has a strong erection in the front of his khakis.
He starts loosening his belt and stares me straight in the eyes. His gaze is the first thing that makes me really nervous as he pulls the belt from the loops of his pants. He looks like he is in some sort of a beserker trance at the prospect of wearing out some female ass. "Not too hard now," I say as he walks toward me.
"Bend over the bed," he commands as he grabs me by the arm. I start to climb on the bed one knee at a time to get doggy style but he objects. "Stand up bitch and bend over," he yells as he pushes my face down on the mattress. Now I am standing and bending over the bed with my head down in the sheets and he has me by my left arm bent back. The position is weird and I have to balance my upper body with my right arm in front of my head. For the first time I start to question my decision to do this deal. But now my ass is in the air.
"Stinking bitch whore!" I feel the first stroke of the belt sting across my ass. "You like that?" It isn't so bad to begin with in reality. But then he moves his hand and grabs me by the back of the neck. I figure it's best not to say anything or make any sounds so I won't egg him on to become more aggressive. He has a different plan.
It's obvious he's mad as hell at women. He squeezes my neck and unleashes a hard series of belt slaps across my ass that makes my eyes tear up. "Oh fuck, easy!" I try to turn my head to look at him but he has me by the neck. My ass is starting to burn.
"You ain't felt nothing yet!" He starts whipping me fast and violently and the belt lands loudly across my cheeks. I'm sure the skin slapping can be heard in the hall. I can see him in the full view mirror on the door and his facial expression gives me little hope for mercy. I scream and put my hands across my buttock to try to block the belt but he just whips my hands and ass with no mercy.
When I decide I can't take much more I manage to stand up straight and he belts me across my legs and back. He is mercilessly whipping my ass and I know I am getting a lot more than I signed up for. I cry for real.
"Stop!" I scream at him with my eyes full of tears, but he manages to throw a few strokes across my stomach before he stops and backs up a few steps. "Enough!" "I cant take anymore!" I am blubbering like a baby.
Suddenly the guy looks scared. and he seems to get back in control. I realize he thinks I might call the cops or something. He pulls his belt through the loops of his pants, buckles up, and hauls ass out of the room. He knows how far he can go.
After he leaves, I walk over to the full view mirror to have a look. "Fuck!" I have red stripes all over my body from my shoulders to my calves. That fucking nerd whipped my ass bad. I didn't realize how hard he was going until I couldn't handle it any more. I have to work at the strip club tomorrow night and I look like I've been hit by a teenager on a moped.
I decided to go to work anyway because I need the money. My boss was hesitant to let me go onstage but when he did it was really surprising. Made more in one night than I had in the last three weeks combined.
Black and blue!
I never had a father figure in my life and my Mom didn't discipline me at all because she felt guilty about selling ass all the time when I was a kid. She would verbally abuse me from time to time. "Lauren you little cunt, why did you steal $20? You're a thieving little shitwipe you teenage bitch!" "You're a lazy twat, get a fucking job!" Later she would feel guilty and smoke a joint with me to make up. "Don't hotbox it honey!" "Go easy now!"
My friend Shantae at the strip club where I work told me, "Girl, my Daddy beat my ass about four times a week." I got a little older and he started whipping my bare cakes!" "When he put me over his knee I could feel his hard dick on my belly!" "That spook finally went to jail and I celebrated for a whole week."
Yeah, I admit the stories I heard made me a bit nervous about being spanked but curiously a little wet at the same time, so I'm not too worried. Besides, the guy looks like a manager at Chik-fil-A. Square rim glasses, short-sleeve button down shirt, pleated khakis, black generic fitness shoes - a real middle-aged nerd with a flabby belly hanging over his belt. How much damage could he possibly do? If he wants to take a couple of swats and get a blowjob or something I'm down with it. It's been a slow week and the profit margin is high!
"Take off your clothes!" I do as I'm told because because it seems to fit with the whole domination narrative. "OK Daddy, whatever you say!" I am proud to be down with the lingo. I strip and stand in front of the guy with my arms across my tits because I figure this is how to look submissive. "Don't hit me too hard!" I can see that he already has a strong erection in the front of his khakis.
He starts loosening his belt and stares me straight in the eyes. His gaze is the first thing that makes me really nervous as he pulls the belt from the loops of his pants. He looks like he is in some sort of a beserker trance at the prospect of wearing out some female ass. "Not too hard now," I say as he walks toward me.
"Bend over the bed," he commands as he grabs me by the arm. I start to climb on the bed one knee at a time to get doggy style but he objects. "Stand up bitch and bend over," he yells as he pushes my face down on the mattress. Now I am standing and bending over the bed with my head down in the sheets and he has me by my left arm bent back. The position is weird and I have to balance my upper body with my right arm in front of my head. For the first time I start to question my decision to do this deal. But now my ass is in the air.
"Stinking bitch whore!" I feel the first stroke of the belt sting across my ass. "You like that?" It isn't so bad to begin with in reality. But then he moves his hand and grabs me by the back of the neck. I figure it's best not to say anything or make any sounds so I won't egg him on to become more aggressive. He has a different plan.
It's obvious he's mad as hell at women. He squeezes my neck and unleashes a hard series of belt slaps across my ass that makes my eyes tear up. "Oh fuck, easy!" I try to turn my head to look at him but he has me by the neck. My ass is starting to burn.
"You ain't felt nothing yet!" He starts whipping me fast and violently and the belt lands loudly across my cheeks. I'm sure the skin slapping can be heard in the hall. I can see him in the full view mirror on the door and his facial expression gives me little hope for mercy. I scream and put my hands across my buttock to try to block the belt but he just whips my hands and ass with no mercy.
When I decide I can't take much more I manage to stand up straight and he belts me across my legs and back. He is mercilessly whipping my ass and I know I am getting a lot more than I signed up for. I cry for real.
"Stop!" I scream at him with my eyes full of tears, but he manages to throw a few strokes across my stomach before he stops and backs up a few steps. "Enough!" "I cant take anymore!" I am blubbering like a baby.
Suddenly the guy looks scared. and he seems to get back in control. I realize he thinks I might call the cops or something. He pulls his belt through the loops of his pants, buckles up, and hauls ass out of the room. He knows how far he can go.
After he leaves, I walk over to the full view mirror to have a look. "Fuck!" I have red stripes all over my body from my shoulders to my calves. That fucking nerd whipped my ass bad. I didn't realize how hard he was going until I couldn't handle it any more. I have to work at the strip club tomorrow night and I look like I've been hit by a teenager on a moped.
I decided to go to work anyway because I need the money. My boss was hesitant to let me go onstage but when he did it was really surprising. Made more in one night than I had in the last three weeks combined.
Black and blue!
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