Crystal picking up the tablet, looks at the new total. “My oh my, looks like your meal’s free today, Alathia, Your little slut set a new first-timer single-day record of three grand in earnings, smashing the previous top total of twenty-two-hundred dollars.”
Bex, hearing her sexual exploits have earned three grand in cash, thought to herself, “Holy shit, I made three thousand dollars. Alathia is never gonna let me see a dollar of that money.”
Minx returns to the table with a serving tray, a USB thumbstick, a piece of cake with a candle and what looks like a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream. Mistress Crystal addresses the quizzical look from Bex. Addressing the restaurant patrons, “Here at the Subjugation Bistro, we take pride in our lifestyle and our choices, and we would like to welcome Mistress Alathia, the youngest mistress to ever join our club. And her faithful slut, Bex, who has been accepted as a slave to her Mistress Alathia. The slut also scored the highest on inspection and her first time on the market. Let’s give them a round of applause!”
Clapping, giving the applause to the Reid sisters, Mistress Crystal continues speaking. “As it’s also Bex’s birthday this past Monday, here is her birthday cake and milkshake and, of course, we must do the Subjugation tradition of a slave’s birthday, it’s only right for our newest member to participate!”
Bex, confused about what tradition Mistress Crystal is talking about, quickly loses that thought at the smell and sight of an amazing chocolate cake and milkshake.
Bex looks to Alathia for permission to dig into the cake. It’s the first sugar and junk food Bex has been allowed in three days, and for a sugar addict like Bex, it’s been like a junkie detoxing. Grabbing her fork, Bex digs into the cake. “Chocolate, oh my god, yes!” Bex taking another big bite of the German chocolate cake, her absolute favorite.
Bex reaches out to grab the milkshake with a spoon in hand, taking a big spoon of whipped cream. “Oh yeah, now that’s perfect whipped cream.” Taking another spoonful, Bex tastes something different. It’s not ice cream. “This isn’t ice cream, it reminds me of when I blew Teddy. OH SHIT! IT’S CUM! THE CUP’S FULL OF CUM!” Slowly, Bex pushes the cup away, returning to her chocolate cake. Catching Alathia’s scornful look, Bex’s stomach sinks, that this giant cup of cum is going to be in her tummy. With a shaking hand, Bex grips the cup, slowly bringing it to her mouth.
Mistress Crystal grinning, “That’s the house special. Every man here has contributed to making that special for you, slut.”
Bex holding her face firm in her mind, “Fuck, why does that turn me on; the fact I’m drinking nameless, faceless men’s cum is causing my pussy to go into overdrive!”
Ignoring Bex attempting to finish the cumshake, the two friends are talking about the birthday plans. Bex finishes the cumshake with a sad grimace on her face; her breath now has the smell of cum on it. Alathia gives her big sister a kiss on the cheek, stroking her big sister’s hair. “I’m so proud of you, Bex; you’ve been so good. Unfortunately, the Subjugation Bistro has a birthday tradition where every patron here gets to give your cute tushy a swat with the birthday paddle.”
Bex hearing her impending battered ass her lip begins quivering, “Please Mistress, I’ve been so good, please don’t spank me again.”
“Bex, behave. If you throw a fuss, it’ll be so much worse if you don’t!” Alathia snarls at Bex.
Whimpering, “Yes, Mistress.” Bex’s eyes are cast down; she’s been spanked twice and both times she’s really enjoyed the stinging sensation on her ass cheeks; it’s a tingle in her twat. The wetness gathering around the toy that’s in her sopping pussy is twitching in anticipation of being paddled in front of an audience. “God why does the thought of being bent over and paddled get me so hot and bothered. It fucking hurts and yet, it makes me feel so fucking good and dirty. Oh god, I’m a fucking pervert. Alathia is right, I’m nothing more than a sex-crazed slut! God dammit, Bex, focus. Breathe; leaf in the wind; don’t let this excite you; be the boring lump no one wants.”
Minx and Felix rejoin Mistress Crystal in getting Bex prepared. Lifting the slut off her toys, Bex’s pussy leaves a trail of pussy slime on the seat and toys. Minx catching sight of Bex’s snail trial. “Look, Felix, the slut left a snail trail on the toys and seat!”
Felix taking Bex’s hand, securing it to the table, he takes a look, laughing. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen such a slime trail before,” patting Bex’s head, “you’re a top-tier slut, Bex!” She’s essentially handcuffed to the table ass out, framed by her very frilly dress, making it an irresistible target for anyone to smack. After a quick count, it’s determined Bex only has two strikes per person with a paddle, or they can trade the one paddle swat for two by hand, so it could be any number from ten to twenty swats.
The first of the lucky ten approaches, she’s a teenager around nineteen, if Bex had to guess. Honestly, she looks familiar but Bex’s panicky mind can’t actually focus on anything other than the terror of being beaten that’s about to occur. Losing sight of her, she feels the well-manicured hands caressing her ass, eliciting a lewd slutty sound. The mistress makes an enquiry to Alathia, who seems to be okay with whatever the mistress has requested.
Bex suddenly feels a gentle touch caressing her delicate rear end; the fingertips dance along Bex’s cute derriere. Bex can’t help but wiggle at the attention, with whimpers escaping her lips. It’s like her body moves on its own desires, now free from her control. In a flash, the paddle whistles through the air making a connection to Bex’s ass with a thunderous boom.
The pain rockets through Bex’s body, but she refuses to give her tears to these vile people. Biting her lip to maintain her desire to scream, Bex breathes in deeply, holding back her cries.
Alathia chuckles, “Oh, you stubborn girl, you love making things difficult for yourself. How many strikes can you swallow down? I’m thinking by number four, you’ll be begging for mercy that will not come!”
Holding back watering eyes, Bex shakes her head ‘no’ in pathetic defiance to such overwhelming odds. “I won’t give these fucks the satisfaction of my wails.”
The next patron looking at the red mark across Bex’s ass along with all the grades she’s received written on her ass, draws back and whacks Bex hard, causing the table to skid forward a bit. Struggling, Bex breathes deeply, holding her mouth shut, struggling to keep her tears at bay.
Mistress Crystal notes, “She’s a stubborn one, it seems, Alathia.”
Replying to Mistress Crystal, “She has a stubborn streak, but she’ll crack after two more, and she’ll scream like a bitch and beg for mercy.”
Bex hearing her sister’s contemptuous tone in her voice, draws herself inward, “I’m a leaf on the wind, I’m a leaf on the wind!”
Having been smacked twice in the exact same spot, Bex feels the third patron chosen approaching, the click clack of heels is unmistakable. Bex’s body tightens up and she groans into the table, knowing she can’t win. Her body is already on the verge of breaking down. Her ass is inflamed only after two paddle swats, she’ll never be able to hold out against seven more.
“She’s right, Alathia is right. I’ll never make ten. I’m struggling now. If my hands were free I’d be masturbating. Oh god, I’m losing myself. I’d be getting myself off, being spanked like some naughty girl in front of these strangers!” The salacious thoughts are running wild and it’s helping Bex’s resolve, having Minx and Felix kissing her neck and nibbling her ears.
The frustration is simply growing, as Bex’s pinking ass begins trembling, almost begging for attention. The third swat connects with the velocity and technique of a seasoned professional. The pain explodes on Bex’s poor, defenseless ass; she muffles the scream to a single squeak of pain, but she can’t hold back the tears. Minx and Felix, seeing their opportunity, begin a verbal whispering onslaught to Bex’s already fractured resolve.
What must be the sixth strike, it happens– Bex can’t hold back, and screams for mercy, claiming she’s a slut and a whore who belongs to Alathia! Clapping slowly, mockingly, Alathia and Crystal both rejoice at Bex’s newfound station in life. Alathia, grinning, in complete satisfaction, of seeing her big sister a crying, broken emotional heap. With the same enthusiasm one would place a drink order, Alathia asks Bex if she wants to postpone her four last swats; the catch being, they can be administered by Alathia anytime in the future.
Bex, only hearing that she can put the rest of this humiliating affair behind her, whimpers and spits in pleading not to spank her anymore, that she’ll be a good girl, completely forgetting that she wasn’t actually in trouble, but her mind is trying its best to rationalize anything out of this fucked-up nightmare of a day.
Carefully caressing her sniveling big sister’s hair, Alathia places a gentle kiss on Bex’s cheek whispering, “I love you, my pet.”
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Bex walks out to the poolside, bringing a freshly squeezed lemonade. Alathia has put Bex in a microkini, it covers her nipples and cups her clit bell piercing, with the rings in her pussy lips hanging out, glistening in the sun. The bathing suit is a pale-yellow color and is straining against her movements.
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