Two Hundred Dollars Ch. 12

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Slowly, she felt the tips of those fronds touching her left cheek, dipping between, then over to the right. She knew when Kent made first contact with Laura's skin by the gasp her friend let out.

Can't believe we're doing this, she thought, and tried to remember what insane series of events had led her to this point. With Kent, with Laura.

"You sure about this?" Kent drawled.

It felt honest to her, that offer.

"At least once," Bailey said. "Then we'll see."

Beside her, Laura sucked in both of her lips and bit down. Bailey, for her part, did not tense up her legs the way she normally did for a spanking. She wanted as much give in her flesh as possible.

"Here it comes," Kent warned.

But he's intentionally not telling us who's first, Bailey noted. Prick.

Even when he spanked her, she'd learned to sense it coming. Putting herself across his lap made it easiest, because she could feel his body moving, tensing, twisting and releasing. Laid out like this, out of contact, she still heard him collecting his breath in preparation. But, even more so than when he used his hand, she heard the whip whistling through the air and a note of panic went through her chest and down into her stomach.

The whip cracked off flesh, and Bailey started, but realized after a fraction of a second that it hadn't struck her flesh. Beside her, Laura moaned and Bailey turned to her in time to see her friend's eyes tightly shut against the sudden shock. She only had a moment to think, to offer a retort or reply of some kind, because the whip already sang through the air.

Oh, god. Oh, no. Oh, Christ.

It cracked off her left cheek, the one farthest from Laura, with an intense focus of pain that she'd never felt before. It didn't come with force of a good, hard spanking that rocked her body through denim, nor did it touch and snap at her flesh the way Kent's palm would on her bare ass. No, this seared, like she'd briefly bumped her flesh against a hot piece of metal.

Bailey opened her mouth involuntarily, breathing out as if she'd tried to take a sip of tea and found it uncharitably hot upon her tongue. She inhaled, drawing cool air into her lungs, and opened her eyes -- unable to recall when she'd closed them.

She spared a sideways glance at Laura, who also looked at her sideways.

"One," Laura breathed out in a whimper.

Jarred by Laura's signal, Bailey enunciated, "Two."

A pause ensued, in which Kent laid the whip across the smalls of their backs, letting it rest there. She felt his left hand caressing her left cheek and imagined what the right hand did.

Kent accompanied his fondling with an interrogative, "So?"

Bailey and Laura looked at each other for a moment before Laura cued Bailey to speak for her with a tic of her chin.

"How many spankings would it be?" Bailey asked, not because she didn't know but to make things clear.

"Panties down?" Kent replied. "That's four spankings for a dollar."

Bailey mouthed to Laura, "Two?"

Laura nodded in agreement.

Bailey looked over her shoulder at Kent and spoke very slowly, "And you'll use the it just like you did now? No harder or lighter?"

"Right."

"Then I think two whips makes a dollar," she concluded. "If that's alright with you."

"But..." Laura trailed.

"What?" Kent asked.

"Two, but you have to do the other cheek?" she whimpered.

"I guess that's alright," Kent said, retrieving the whips from their backs. "You'll have to switch sides though."

Bailey nodded in agreement to the fairness of this and stood up. With her tail, it would be easier for Laura to pass in front of her so they could trade places. A moment later had Laura on her left and they took their bent over positions again.

"Okay," Kent said. "If you're both sure?"

"I'm sure," Bailey replied instantly.

"Laura?" Kent asked.

She gave a little jerk of her head.

"Sorry," Kent said, leaning over them. "Is that yes or no? You know you don't have to."

"Yes," Laura said quickly, before adding quietly, "You can... whip me one more time."

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Kent surveyed the naked asses before him. Faint red marks adorned the two cheeks that touched: Laura's right and Bailey's left. Now that they'd switched, he'd be able to repeat his slashing motion and get at fresh flesh. With Bailey properly bent over, her cat-tail swung vertically in the air, like a metronome, twitching with every squirm of her hips.

He knew, as he dragged the whips thing tentacles across their cheeks, watching them both shudder and squirm in response, that they would probably never offer him this opportunity again.

One show only, Kent thought, Halloween 2018. Tickets, one dollar.

"Before someone gets suspicious, please," Bailey's sarcastic scold came out.

With a smile, he pulled his hand back and lashed her as hard as he had struck Laura with his very first strike, watching the black fronds of the whip strike and slash across her rear.

"Hoooo!" Bailey called out, then inhaled a long hiss through her teeth.

After a long pause, she added, quietly, "Three. That felt harder than before."

"Hm," Kent said, "Maybe because I'm right handed?"

Bailey nodded to the logic, but didn't move.

Kent drew the whip over Laura's cheeks and swung back again, listening to it sing through the air. It struck Laura's cheeks with as much force as he dared.

Laura moaned in high pitch as angry red streaks appeared on her left cheek.

"Four," she said.

She turned to Bailey, "Are you doing more? Why haven't you gotten up?"

"You did like this room?" Bailey asked. "And someone might notice if we wander off again."

"You're saying we should do it now?" Laura asked.

Bailey nodded.

"But not with the whip," Laura spoke a statement not a question.

The two girls conferred in a whisper. Laura giggled again, then nodded her acquiescence to something Bailey proposed. She whispered something back and Bailey nodded, but Kent caught Bailey rolling her eyes as well.

Both girls pulled up their panties and their leggings before turning around to face Kent.

"I want my last ones over your lap," Bailey said, patting the edge of the bed and its low foot board.

"Alright," Kent said, and took a seat where they'd just bent themselves over.

Bailey knelt down on his right and looked him in the eye. "We kind of wanted to do them together, but we both had something different in mind," she shrugged and leaned over his lap.

Laura stepped in again and pulled Bailey's legging and panties down at the same time.

"But," Laura paused theatrically as she turned her back. "We still want to be together."

With her body courageously facing the door, Laura leaned over a bit and pulled her own pants and panties down as well.

"Nice," Kent began to wonder how much Laura had drunk.

I bet she had the whip thing planned for a couple weeks now, he thought, but this seems a bit crazy, even for her.

"Four spankings," he reminded Bailey.

"Uh-huh."

"Wherever I like," he added.

She gulped and nodded before burying her face in the silk bed sheets. Kent grabbed her right cheek, squeezing the lowest part of it, letting her know what he planned. Bailey moaned, conveying some emotional combination of resignation, fear and excitement while lifting her hips up and arching her back.

He struck while she still moaned, doing her the favour of missing the part of her ass over which the whip had traced its seemingly indelible lines.

"Five," she said.

Again, his hand smacked that low part of her ass.

"Six," Bailey's voice went high.

In rapid succession, he slapped her there a third and fourth time.

"Seven," Bailey sighed, relaxing the muscles in her thighs. "And eight."

Bravely, she got back up and sat on her heels, letting him see the front of her body and her neat little triangle of hair. Leaning over, she kissed him lightly on the forehead, a strange gesture.

"Your turn," she said to Laura, and stood up with her leggings still around her thighs.

Laura nodded, but didn't turn around to face Kent. Instead, she reach out with her left hand and drew Kent toward her left side.

"My way," she said, referring to the way she had first taken her spankings. "Sort of."

"Sort of?" Kent asked.

"Hold out your arm," she said suddenly, tugging on his left hand so he extended his forearm.

He watched as Laura leaned her body over his arm, her stomach pushing it down.

"You have to hold me up a little," she admonished.

"Right," Kent said.

"And where should I be?" Bailey asked. "For togetherness."

"Here," Laura said, patting the outside of her right cheek.

Bailey let out a sound that might have been her equivalent of a giggle, and put her cheeks right next to Laura's.

"Okay," Laura said. "Go ahead."

Kent looked at the asses so displayed, with their angry red streaks and the patch of red on Bailey's lower right. He decided he ought to make them match, or at least look symmetrical, so he squeezed Laura's left cheek good and hard. She moaned and slid her body down a bit, arching her back to expose herself and -- not by accident, he imagined -- pushing the lower part of her breast against his thumb where his hand held her up.

He slapped her, just as hard and low as he'd done Bailey, eliciting a squeak and a jump, which felt strange on Laura. She never, ever moved when he spanked her. Laura had gone so far as to tell them how her parents had programmed her that way.

"Nine," she said, and settled her body back down over his arm.

She moved though, Kent realized, noting how her breast now rested over his thumb and index finger. He flexed his thumb, stretching toward her sternum, wrapping around her underside of her breast. Laura inhaled sharply.

Is she doing this on purpose? Does she want me to squeeze her tit?

He spanked her again, low and hard, eliciting another squeak and a jump out of his hand. This time, when she settled back on his arm, she lowered her entire breast onto the palm of his hand. When he squeezed her through the padded bra, she inhaled and let more of her weight onto his arm.

"Ten," she said softly.

Kent slapped her ass again, sticking with the same piece of flesh, and she didn't move at all.

"Eleven."

Clutching her breast tightly, he delivered his last spanking and released his grip.

"Twelve," she said, letting out a sigh.

Almost instantly, Bailey had her leggings back in place, so Laura followed suit.

"We're out of spankings for the night," Kent said.

"Still drinking and dancing, though, right?" Laura asked.

Kent nodded.

"I have to pee," Bailey said, "Where's the washroom up here?"

"Just down the hall," Laura pointed.

She unlocked the door, opened it slightly and peeked out.

"All clear," she said and slipped through the door. Bailey followed her out and went to the washroom.

"We'll be downstairs," Kent called out to the Bailey's back before she disappeared through the door.

"Might wanna wait on that, tiger," Laura warned.

"Huh?"

Laura nodded toward his crotch and Kent felt himself redden. He'd grown so accustomed to sporting an erection when he spanked them that he didn't notice how easily they could view his arousal.

Waiting for Bailey, Laura pressed herself against him, her thigh gently grinding.

"That won't make it go away," Kent groaned.

"Neither," she whispered, "will touching my boobs."

Kent murmured an acknowledgement of the point, feeling said boobs pressed against him. Did she expect him to grope her here, in the hallway? He hadn't completely figured out Laura's game in all this, and put most of her behaviour down to "kinky, repressed and timid". Viewed through that lens, this didn't surprise him too much.

"You want to dance, though?" he asked.

She laid her head on his shoulder. "Yeah."

"Boob grabbing later, then," Kent admonished.

Laura nodded and backed away, giving him a brief chance to cool down before Bailey returned.

"Oh," Laura said. "The whip!"

She flashed back into the bedroom to retrieve the whip and her bat, both of which she'd left on the bed.

"I have to get this back to Dakota," she said, and bolted for the main stairs at the front of the house.

Bailey came out of the washroom, passing Laura in the hallway and smirked as she nodded at Kent's pants. "You doin' okay?"

Kent sighed, "I'm sure I'll be fine in a minute."

She came closer to him, not quite meeting his eyes. "What did you think?"

"Of what?"

She jogged her head side to side, her eyes pointed at his chest. "The whip."

"Oh," he said. "Well, that was... different. The marks it made on your butts. I mean, wow."

"Yeah," Bailey looked at the ceiling for a moment then jerked her head in the direction of the washroom. "I just checked it out in the mirror."

"How did it feel?" he asked.

"Like burning," she said. "Instead of stinging. It's definitely different from your hand -- or even the spatula. But I asked first."

"Asked what?" Kent shook his head clear.

"What you thought of the whip," she clarified, earnestly looking into his eyes.

"Like, would I like to use it on you again?"

Bailey looked up and kept her wide eyes locked on his as she nodded.

"Would you like me to use it again?" Kent asked.

This proved too much for Bailey, who leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder exactly where Laura had lain hers.

"It hurts," Bailey whispered, and he felt her body shivering and panting, her breath rushing over his neck.

She stayed there for several long seconds, twitching and trying to slow down her heart.

"It hurts," she repeated shakily, "but it looks so..."

Bailey trailed off and Kent put his arm around her waist, just under the cat tail.

"So nice?" he whispered back.

She moaned, pushing against him, thighs interlaced. They stood like that, quietly, in the hallway outside the ridiculous, red bedroom.

"Laura's waiting downstairs, I bet," Bailey said finally, and pulled herself away from him.

Kent released her waist. "I'll be down in a sec."

Bailey blinked in acknowledgement, and went down the back stairs.

Taking several deep breaths, Kent did his best to calm himself down before taking the front stairs.

Kent arrived in the kitchen in time to catch the eyes of the stormtroopers who divined quickly that he needed another Rye and Coke, and mixed it up on the spot.

Must be nice being rich, he thought, hoping that one day he could evince this level of generosity.

As he took a sip, he looked out the back of the kitchen, past the stairway to the basement, into the living room, seeing the party goers there. His eyes widened and he moved forward.

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"Where the hell is Kent?" Laura asked, dancing while holding her baseball bat over her head with both hands.

"He should have cooled off by now," Bailey replied, trying to ignore how much Laura's pose showed off her breasts.

"Should we go check on him?" Laura leaned in to ask, using the bat to pull Bailey closer.

Bailey shrugged, "Sure, but I don't think men 'check' on each other, honestly."

"We're not men," Laura said, releasing one hand from her bat so she could lead Bailey toward the stairs in a one-arm embrace.

Stumbling slightly, they came up the stairs side by side. When her eyes came to the level of the floor, Bailey caught sight of Kent talking to a Unicorn-girl and a Frankenstein's monster.

"Is he lost?" Laura wondered aloud, her comment audible only to Bailey, otherwise drowned out by the music thumping up the stairs.

Unicorn and Frankenstein seemed to glare at Kent.

"Sorry!" Kent shouted, shifting his drink to his left hand as he reached for the male with his right hand. "Sorry bud!"

It looked for a moment as if Kent wanted to clean off Frankenstein's shirt, but his clumsy swiping motions suddenly shifted.

Bailey, seeing how quickly and smoothly his hand moved, digging into the side pocket of Frankenstein's shirt, felt like eating her own words, It's not like you're a fucking ninja.

"Hey!" Frankenstein shouted and then froze as they all looked down at whatever Kent had pulled out of his pocket.

Kent's movement became confused and drunken again, which Bailey now took as an obvious put-on, and he shouted, "Dancing's started downstairs!"

Unicorn-girl's eyes went wide and she put her drink down on the nearest buffet, "Yeah, dancing! Let's go."

Kent tilted his head, possibly muttering something, and walked past Bailey and Laura with a quiet nod, Rye and Coke in his left hand, his right hand cocked in a fist like he meant to punch someone. Unicorn-girl walked past, and headed down the stairs, leaving Frankenstein alone, his emotions a confusing cloud of anger and fear behind his green face paint.

I've never seen Kent angry, Bailey realized.

"What the heck?" Laura mouthed to Bailey.

Bailey shrugged and they followed Kent in to the kitchen, but took so long to do so, they only caught up to him just as he had turned around and headed back their way. The two stormtroopers stared into the sink, one of them having removed his mask to glare.

"What's.. up?" Bailey asked.

"Some douchebag," Kent twisted his lips and took a long draught from his drink. "Let's dance, eh?"

As they went down the stairs, Bailey caught both of Laura's stormtrooper friends moving into the living room, but saw nothing once the stairway turned again.

She pushed it all out of her mind when they reached the dance floor. The party had really picked up since they'd gone upstairs and they had trouble fitting themselves into the tiny space, especially with the hassle of watching out for Bailey's tail.

But, with the alcohol and the general friendliness of the crowd, they squeezed in together in a small triangle. In short order, Laura pressed herself against Kent's back while Bailey ground against him in front.

It's not something we'd normally do, Bailey realized even through inebriation, but Halloween, and crowds and a dance floor and alcohol can set you free, sometimes.

They danced for something like an hour, Laura occasionally stealing a sip from Kent's drink, which he mostly managed not to spill. They posed for pictures with random people and soaked the general air of heavy intoxication and camaraderie.

Bailey kept an eye on Kent, while she rubbed against him, or Laura rubbed against him, but he seemed to have regained some control of himself.

Maybe this doesn't mean much, she thought, compared to having us naked over his lap. Or maybe he's just gone numb by now.

The party eventually started to break up and the music went low, the slow song or two that told a self-aware visitor that the time to depart approached.

It might have made things awkward, if the host of the party hadn't made his way to the dance floor by that point.

"Laura," the Wookie shouted, welcoming her into an embrace for the start of the slow song.

Bailey, finding herself already facing Kent, found it easy to put her arms around his neck.

"Good party," she said.

He nodded, "Yeah, your make-up held up. How's mine?"

"A little sweaty, actually," she wrinkled her nose, "but not too bad."

They circled and swayed in silence for a moment.

"It's the finest place I've ever spanked you," Kent remarked.

Bailey laughed and laid her head on his shoulder. "The library was nice, too."

"That was the most dangerous," Kent replied, and she could almost feel his eyes going wide, even though she couldn't see his face.

She thought, then, about the whip, and wondered if he thought about the same thing. It lacked the personal touch, the feeling of flesh on flesh. It took away the direct contact and made the procedure almost mechanical, as if an artisan had seen his worked converted to production on an assembly line in a factory.

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