Two Hundred Dollars Ch. 12

Oh, he's going to change where he hits.

That renewed focus in his eyes pushed her too far. As Kent's hands swept out to his sides and came sailing back down to strike the outsides of Laura's ass cheeks, Bailey squeezed her legs together as hard as she could and let out a low groan that she hoped Laura's screech of dismay covered.

She closed her eyes as her friend cried out in surprise, "Seven! Eight!"

Bailey winced, feeling the little orgasm pulsing through her body, digging the fingernails of one hand into the other in an effort to stop herself from reaching down to help her orgasm.

When she could see again, she saw that Laura and Kent had stayed so focused on each other that they probably hadn't noticed anything at all from her.

I can have an orgasm from just... watching... and squeezing?

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Kent kept his eyes on Laura's cheeks, watching the way her squirming made her flesh move, seeing the line her panties made under the fabric of her tights pants.

She isn't wearing a thong, he realized. Not quite, but close. The lines are way up high, at least.

He had two more spankings to deliver and he had to decide what to do with them.

On the one hand, he knew that Laura hadn't realized ahead of time how little protection her spandex hot pants gave her. She might as well have just pulled them down and let him spank her bare ass. Of course, then she'd have shown a lot more of herself, and maybe she hadn't made herself ready for that level of play this early in the night. That suggested to Kent that he ought to spread the pain around a little, instead of doing what he'd done to Bailey.

On the other hand, as they often said, it was his dollar. If they thought for a moment that his doling out of spankings somehow related to unearned mercy, they'd probably pitch a fit.

So he resolved to hit the side of her cheeks, but go a little harder than normal to make it right.

"Oh!", Laura shrieked in response. "Nine and ten."

She stood up, rubbing her cheeks.

"I'm doing the next ones naked," she frowned, "For all the good these pants do me."

"My turn now?" Bailey asked.

Kent remained in his chair, waiting, while Laura put her hands on her hips expectantly.

Bailey looked Kent in the eye, then looked at his hands, then at Laura's rear. Kent saw calculation there, and didn't quite understand from where it came. Did she intend to make some strange offer? Something new to their debt repayment game? It looked that way, and he felt a little leap of eagerness, wondering what new thing he might need to negotiate.

"There's a thing-" Bailey started, speaking to Laura, but then grimaced. "Maybe another time."

"What?" Laura leaned forward. "What am I missing out on now?"

"Nothing, nothing," Bailey waved her off. "But my tail is in the way for doubles, so I'll do them over your lap."

This meant that Kent had to shift, a bit awkwardly with the erection straining at his pants, over to the bed. Bailey crawled over top of him, arching her back as she always did.

"You can get both cheeks?" she asked, knowing it shined him on even worse.

Kent put his hand on her nearer left cheek, then her farther right one.

"Oh, definitely," he declared

"Go ahead, then," she said, wiggling her hips -- and tail.

"Jesus," Kent sighed.

Squeezing her cheek through her leggings, he realized Bailey had chosen a fabric even thinner than what Laura wore. Worse, by arching her back the way she had, she had stretched that fabric even more tenuously. If she'd chosen her white thong, Kent thought he'd see its colour through the pants. As it stood, he could only see the faint, curving lines of whatever she had chosen.

He struck her left cheek, high and hard, getting the same perfect snapping sound he would normally get out of her bare ass.

Nonchalantly, she called out, "One."

As he struck her right cheek, he wondered what had caused her to pause in consideration earlier.

"Two."

Had she intended to offer a new thing? He struck left and low.

"Three."

Or maybe she'd thought to offer him an 'inspection' before and after? The idea of taking ten spankings on an essentially bare ass must have dwelt on her mind.

On the other hand, Laura had already taken ten.

Oh, he realized, glancing up at Laura who watched eagerly from his chair. She didn't want to do fewer than Laura.

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Bailey could still feel the liquid way her lips moved past each other as she squirmed on Kent's lap, a testimony to the discreet orgasm she'd had a moment ago. The spankings he delivered now-

"Four," she chimed out.

- spankings he delivered now came through in her numb, post-orgasmic haze. She felt them, but not as payment or foreplay, but as a kind of downer to get her off her high.

"Five," Bailey responded to another.

She kept her hips high, as befit her role, and counted off as he shook her body, a blissful smile hidden from his eyes by the fact she kept her face down.

"Six," her body shivered as she settled into a depth of calm she'd never known.

She continued calling them out, calmly taking her swats on what was, for all purposes except the visual, her bare ass.

"Ten," she said finally, and stood up carefully and cautiously.

"Does he fix the board now or when we get back?" Laura asked the instant Bailey got her feet.

"Now, I should think," Kent said. "That's the rule. Make the marks, do the spankings, fix the board."

Laura nodded, but looked at Bailey with an eager hint in her eyes, "But Bai, what if ...?"

Bailey smiled at her, tilting her head softly.

"What if what?" Kent asked.

Laura rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "What if we do more at the party? But you've already marked the board? Can you do more in one day? I don't know your rules."

"At the party?" Kent sounded shocked and turned to look at Bailey. "Hadn't thought about that."

"We might find a spare moment, after all," Bailey told him.

"So do you change the number now, or when we get back?" Laura's voice seemed to earnestly desire clarity.

Kent looked back and forth between them, bit his lip and raised a finger thoughtfully.

"That's not how it works," he said.

"What?"

He walked over to the board, erased the number and the tick marks, and wrote, "$147".

"You can do more if you want," he explained, "That doesn't matter. But the rule is that you have to make the tick marks on the board before we do the spankings."

Laura's eyes narrowed in confusion, "Huh?"

"Laura, dear," Bailey nodded in appreciation that Kent had gotten this right. "He can't spank us until we make the marks. If we go to the party without making marks, he won't spank us."

"Oh," Laura's eyes widened.

"It happened once when he had me over the washing machine," Bailey put a lot of cynical annoyance into her voice, covering over the visceral excitement the reminiscence brought her. "He made me walk back here and put another mark down."

"You have to make the mark," Kent said. "It's how I know you want it."

Laura inhaled, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"So, uh," she stammered, "What if we don't find a way to do them?"

"When we come back, I guess," Bailey filled in, her voice casual.

"Yeah," Kent said, "Bailey has done them, y'know, delayed a few times, and it's been fine."

Laura considered this, then took the marker off the board and handed it to Bailey. "I'll do as many as you do, if that's okay?"

"Your ass," Bailey shrugged, and made two quick, decisive marks before handing the marker back.

"The party's at a big house," Laura nodded shakily, "I'm sure we can find a place."

She added her own pair of marks to the board.

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"Why are we taking the 31?" Kent asked.

"Connor lives over on St. Moritz," Laura explained, "I'm not walking that far when it's this cold out."

"St. Moritz?" Bailey's eyes bulged. "How rich is this guy?"

"His parents are doing well," Laura waved a hand. "I told you it'd be a good party."

Though the girls had worn heavy jackets, their lack of pants still left them shivering until the bus came. Laura won a suspicious look from the bus driver, who clearly didn't recognize her character and clearly worried about her need for a baseball bat.

It took fifteen minutes of travel to reach their destination.

"How do you know this guy?" Kent asked as they disembarked, worried now that he might not be completely welcome.

"He's in my Philosophy class," Laura assured him. "Nice guy. You'll be fine."

The Halloween decorations still hung from the fronts of the houses down the curving street, although most of the porch lights had gone out, what with the children having finished their trick or treating.

"Which house is it?" Bailey asked.

"Up on the left," Laura replied with a shiver. "With all the cars?"

"Good god," Kent said as they rounded the curve and finally saw the front of the house. "Balcony and all."

The house in question stood two storeys tall with not one balcony, but two of them, on each front corner of the house. As they drew closer, the thumping of a subwoofer hit their ears.

"This dude's parents are cool with this?" Kent wondered aloud. "Mine would shit bricks."

"They're not around much," Laura replied absently. "And apparently the maid only comes in during the-"

"Maid?" Bailey gasped. "Good Christ."

"Blasphemy," Laura sang out. "Like I said: good party! C'mon!"

She led them onward at a rush, skipping along the sidewalk.

"Why don't I have any rich friends?" Kent wondered aloud as they came up to the door.

The party had already grown large enough that revellers occupied the nearer of the two balconies. In spite of the cold, the front door stood ajar, allowing Laura to push it open and wave them all inside.

"Hey, Laura!" a male voice called out. "Nice Harley Quinn!"

"Connor!" she sang back and soon found herself enveloped in the hug of a moderately sized Chewbacca. "This is Bailey and Kent."

"Nice tail," the suave Wookie leaned over to check out Bailey's costume as she removed her coat.

"Thanks," she tilted her head wryly.

Connor's furry hand reached out to shake Kent's, a welcome he returned enthusiastically.

"Nice place," he told the host.

"Yeah," Connor shrugged. "There's punch in the kitchen, and some pop and rye if you want any. Just take it easy. I don't want anybody getting stupid."

"Who's bartending?" Laura asked.

"James and Will," the Wookie adjusted his bandolier, "they'll keep everything in line."

"I brought my own," Bailey said, "But thanks."

"Hey, whatever," Connor replied. "I gotta go start the music."

The moment he disappeared, Kent turned to Laura, "Open bar? Really?"

"He's rich," Laura whispered. "It's not about selfishness for all rich people, you know?"

Despite this, Bailey kept her own mickey of gin on her as they stumbled into the crowded kitchen. She took her cell phone out of her jacket and handed it to Kent.

"Your pants have pockets, right?" she asked.

"Oh, sure," Kent replied, tucking it into one of the copious extra pockets in his black cargo pants.

The volume of the music increased as they neared the stairwell.

"We should have a drink," Laura yelled over the sound as she found a piece of the granite counter top to thump her fist on.

"What'll it be, Harley?" one of the clearly drunk storm troopers behind the island asked.

"One of those milky, girly drinks, please," she declared.

Stormtrooper number one promptly poured a shot of Irish Cream into a plastic cup full of ice cubes. To this, Stormtrooper number two added enough chocolate milk to fill it to the top.

"Creamy nonsense," Bailey rolled her cat eyes.

"And what does the cat lady want?"

"Just a can of cream soda please."

"You driving? I can add something?"

"I, uh, got my own," Bailey said.

Kent watched her pretending to a level of meek awkwardness he'd never seen in her before. He'd grown used to the slightly angry, "spank me, already" Bailey, and found this cat creature unusual.

She popped open the offered can, took a deep swig, then added the last remnants of her mickey of gin into the space she'd made.

"Perfect," she pronounced, then turned to the stormtroopers. "Thanks, guys!"

"Sure thing," Trooper number one said. "And what about you, vampire guy?"

"Rye and Coke if you got it, please," Kent said.

"Easy."

Moments later, the three of them had moved out of the kitchen to make more room for the drinkers.

"You gotta see the dance floor in the basement," Laura's eyes went wide.

"Dance floor!?" Bailey and Kent shared their shock in unison.

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Kent and Bailey managed to run into a couple of engineering friends on the strobe-lit dance floor, other rich kids who happened to know Connor from some "club" of which they all spoke highly. The four of them danced together, drunkenly, for quite some time.

From behind her, Bailey felt someone grab her hand.

"C'mon," Laura said, tightly clutching her bat in one hand and grabbing Bailey with the other, "Gotta show you something."

What now? Bailey wondered, turning back to see if Kent followed.

"Later," she saw him call out to their friends as Laura led them away and up the back stairs to the second floor.

"This place has two separate sets of stairs?" Bailey asked.

"Yeah, so the maid can-" Laura waved her empty hand. "Doesn't matter."

"Why do you know so much about this guy?" Kent wondered.

"We're in Philosophy together," Laura rolled her eyes, then stopped suddenly two stairs above them and turned around. "Oh, you see, in our classes we talk to each other about stuff. We actually know each other."

"Haha," Bailey retorted. "What did you want to show us?"

"Oh, in here," Laura reached the top of the stairs and checked both ways in the hallway and waved them into a bedroom.

"Wow!" Bailey said as she entered.

Kent followed and she felt his stunned reaction as he came to stand beside her.

Connor's parents had clearly designed the entire house with style and sheer vanity in mind, but this guest bedroom took the cake. The four poster, oak panelled bed in the centre of one wall would do for most people, but this bed also boasted red silk curtains draping its sides. The oak and red fabric theme continued through all of the furnishings and on over to the window dressing.

"It's like-" Bailey stopped, still in shock at the ostentation on display. "Like a whore's boudoir in some old Western movie."

Laura closed the door and clicked it locked. "Isn't it perfect?"

"Perfect for..." Bailey trailed off, looking at Laura.

Seeing the look in Bailey's eye, Laura grinned and put her baseball bat down on the bed. In her hand, apparently concealed against the baseball bat the entire trip up the stairs, Laura still held a small black stick of some sort. She unravelled the object, which revealed itself as a tiny black handle with a few foot-long, leathery strands of -

Kent blinked, "Is that a whip?"

Laura nodded with a wide-eyed maniacal grin enhanced by her makeup, "Swiped it off Dakota. We have to get it back before she notices."

Bailey's eyes went wide as she made several aborted coughing motions, "Really?"

"Yeah," Laura tilted her head, her pigtails flaring. "I mean, it's not a real whip or anything. I'm sure it'll be fine, right?"

"How real does a whip have to be?" Bailey tried not to whimper, and looked for Kent's reaction out of her corner of her eye.

Laura shrugged and held it out to Kent, who carefully took it in hand.

"So," Bailey ventured. "How much do you think-"

Kent weighed the whip in his hand and raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, "I don't know."

"Don't know what?" Laura asked.

"What it's worth," Kent clarified. "Like, how many for a dollar?"

"Oh," Laura backed up a moment. "I hadn't thought about that yet."

Bailey tried not to glare at Laura, because she found herself in a spot again. She liked her friend -- she really did, they'd gone through a lot together -- but the girl had a way of pushing her limits. Every time Bailey thought she had a good handle on things, Laura went a step further.

But what can I do? she thought, watch Kent use that whip on her ass and not mine?

That wouldn't do, and Bailey knew it.

"Alright," Bailey said. "We do it once each, and then we see if we can agree."

Kent and Laura looked at her and the fact that Kent's face hosted the most stunned looked surprised her in turn.

"Right," Laura said. "Good, yeah."

"Alright," Kent nodded. "How you wanna do it? Under, over?"

"Under," the girls replied in unison and Laura rolled her eyes.

"Yeah," Bailey added. "These leggings are useless."

"Bent over the bed?" Laura asked, shaking her head clear of her inebriated haze so she could gaze up at the drapes around the four-poster. "Ever since we started this, I have wanted to be spanked right here."

She giggled and covered her mouth.

Bailey looked at Laura, "Panties or no? Now's your chance."

Laura stood up on her tiptoes and whispered to Bailey.

"I don't want him to see my... front," she stammered into Bailey's ear.

"So?" Bailey whispered back, eyeing Kent who waited patiently in the background.

"Well, remember when we undressed each other?" Laura hinted.

Bailey realized what she meant. Whoever got stripped first, in stripping the other, would leave herself, at least a little, exposed to Kent.

You brought the whip, Bailey mentally chided her friend, but I can still take the lead. Because I've already let him see me like that. Up close, even.

"You do me first," Bailey said more loudly, so Kent could hear it. "Just not too low. I don't trust that door lock completely."

Laura looked frantically at the door, a hint of panic in her eyes, as Bailey faced her and waited.

"Right," Laura huffed suddenly. "I'll just pull down your pants, then."

Bailey nodded jerkily with a half roll of her eyes.

Another deep breath and Laura took Bailey's waistband and pushed it down. It hugged tightly over her cheeks, snugly sliding over and past them, revealing the black pair of panties underneath. Laura bit both her lips, took the waistband of those as well and pushed them down.

Kent can see me now, Bailey thought, but refused to look aside, fixing her eyes on Laura's, Kent could be staring right at me.

"Bend over," Bailey jerked her head toward the bed. "Your turn."

Laura, gasping with anxiety, nodded and turned her body with a jolt to face the giant oak bed. She reached over with her hands on the sheets and leaned her torso over until her breasts touched the silk.

Don't you wish you could be naked now? Bailey thought, touching those sheets with your bare skin?

Instead, she stood there, partially exposed, and reached over her friend's body. She smiled at Kent, turning her own body more than necessary so he could see the whole front of her. Only when he smirked back did she grab Laura's leggings and pull them down to bare her ass. After that, the little black panties she'd worn went down, too.

She smiled at Kent once more, then turned her back to him and reached across the silk sheets, extending her body as Laura had. She slid over just enough that her right hip touch Laura's left.

This is mine, now, too, she thought, and inclined her face just enough to meet her friend's eyes.

Laura smiled and gulped and, for one moment, it felt like this thing had become theirs instead of hers or mine.

"The things you get me into," Laura giggled again.

Bailey glared at Laura and started to reply, but gave a start when something lightly touched her cheeks. She shivered, but didn't turn around, as Kent dragged the thin tendrils of the whip's lashes across her flesh.