Two Hundred Dollars Ch. 28

"Me?" Kent laughed. "That game was entirely your invention. Drove me almost constantly mad for the entire dinner."

"Mad, you say?" Bailey put on a false English accent. "Mad?"

This inspired more giggling, which took almost a minute to calm down.

"I know what you mean, though," Kent admitted. "It has put a weird tint over everything I do when you're not around. Everywhere I go, I'm imagining things I could bend you over or lift you up on."

Bailey snickered, "You gotta be kidding."

"No," Kent said. "Doesn't this get in your head?"

"Well, yeah," Bailey said. "But not like that."

"How, then?" Laura asked.

"It's almost only when I'm home," Bailey appeared thoughtful. "Or when I'm talking to Laura about it. Or, well, when I get a text message from you. Or..."

Bailey trailed off and Kent raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay, yeah," Bailey rolled her eyes, "I guess it is all the time and all over the place. But I don't look at everything I see and imagine getting spanked there."

"Uh-huh," Laura said, "except the library."

"That was one time," Bailey defended herself. "And it was because I knew he was on campus writing that mid term."

"That was pretty awesome," Kent remembered fondly.

This feels like we're reminiscing, he thought, like we're saying goodbye to all the good spanking times.

Possibly the girls sensed it, too, because they shared one of those looks and got up to make one more mark each on the white board.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Skirts up," Bailey said, "But panties still on."

That settles it, then, Kent realized with increasing sadness. We're taking a tour of all the spanking options, from full clothed on down. This must be the last night.

He banished anything but smarmy joy from his expression as they turned their backs on him, lifted up their skirts, and bent over his bed.

Now that I think about it, how far will this tour go? Kent wondered. Laura's never been completely naked.

Kent stepped up and ran his fingers along the seams of Bailey's white panties.

Is she wearing these because I mentioned liking them last time? he wondered. Probably.

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Bailey tried not to turn around and look at Kent, not wanting to rush him.

He's taking a long time, touching me like that, she noticed, feeling the tingle as he drew a fingernail across the sore flesh of her left cheek, we're coming to the end of this.

To make the whole night feel authentic, she ought to chide him by telling him to hurry up or remind him that his dollar paid for spanking, not fondling.

But Bailey knew she couldn't put her heart in it.

I want to draw this night out as long as I can. Let him grope away until he's ready.

She shivered when she mentally gave Kent that permission.

This is just as bad as when I made myself come for him, Bailey closed her eyes. Just letting him have my body, putting on a show.

Bailey held in a whimper as he gently pinched her left cheek, then abandoned her to check out Laura's ass.

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If he spanks me hard enough, Laura thought, and enough times, it's possible it'll be good enough for two orgasms. I can do one tonight and save one for later.

For it to work that well, your skin will need to be the red of pomegranates and burn like the fires of hell.

I've done it before, and I'll do it again, Laura swore to herself.

Kent's hands gripped both of her cheeks, squeezing hard and pushing her body forward into the bed.

Ooh, that's different, Laura tensed up her muscles to make everything hard for him. If I want to feel the spankings, I've got hold it all in tight.

She gulped, remembering Bailey's stipulation about the debt. Her friend wanted to leave a couple dollars at the end of the night so she could finish the very last of the debt alone on another day.

Pushing me aside, Laura kept her eyes closed, not wanting thoughts like those to interfere with the present, gotta get what I can out of this night, right now, before it's all taken away.

Rationally, from her point view, Laura knew this counted as her last night no matter what. Even if Bailey wanted to finish the debt off alongside Laura, they would finish it right here, with nothing left for any other day.

Either way, this is my last chance to use Kent to punish me for my sins, Laura thought as Kent scratched his fingernails over her skin. Let's get going already.

She wiggled her ass against his ministrations and he backed off.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yes!" they chimed back, the preparations having gone on far too long.

Laura arched her back and squeezed her cheek muscles as tightly she she could, hoping Kent understood how hard she wanted it.

The first spanking struck her already sore left cheek, the first strike of the night to land on bare flesh.

And so hard, Laura breathed out softly, he did understand. Now to play it right, act like it's okay so he doesn't back off.

"Forty one," she tried to keep her voice cool, but noticed a bit of a tremor.

I need to clean that up.

Bailey got the next one, calling out, "Forty two."

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Kent surveyed the panty-clad cheeks before, laying his hand over Laura's black panties, giving her left cheek a squeeze. The fabric cut diagonally across her cheek, leaving the underside exposed. He drew back his hand and struck her there.

"Forty three," Laura called out.

He detected the daring edge in her voice easily, knowing that he'd caused her a bit of pain but that he hadn't crossed her threshold.

She's still enjoying it, at this level. Good.

Bailey, with her angelic white panties, hadn't come close to her limits. He struck her right cheek in the same low spot.

"Forty four," his house mate shrugged it off.

That's it, Kent decided, I'm just going to do one ass cheek for each of them tonight until I get some sign of complaint.

He stepped up the speed of his strikes, but tried to hold the power steady, as he landed two more to Laura's left and two to Bailey's right.

"Forty five and six," Laura cringed, reaching back to rub her cheek.

"Forty seven and eight," Bailey pronounced, standing up straight.

Kent paused for just a moment, laying his hand on Laura's cheek, then pulled it back and struck hard at Bailey's right.

Bailey yelped, "Christ! Forty nine!"

He let Laura have the last one.

"Fifty!" she called out, then dropped her skirt back in place. She turned an accusing finger on her friend, "You swore again!"

Laura's skirt fell back into place before Kent could get a good look at the damage.

"Ugh!" Bailey turned her head, and only her head, to look at Laura and rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Bailey didn't even stand up, Kent noted with suspicion. Still bent over the bed with her ass up in the air. I'm getting the feeling they're doing this on purpose. Time to shake them up.

"You gonna spank her?" Kent asked Laura, "Or should I?"

"What!?" both girls stood and turned to ask him.

Okay, Bailey finally dropped her skirt, Kent thought, so at least that surprised them.

"I only promised she'd get an extra spanking," Kent pointed out. "Not that I'd do it. Since you're so bothered by the blasphemy thing, I thought you'd want to-"

"No," Laura pointed at him frantically. "You're definitely doing it."

"Alright," Kent sighed theatrically, "But you tell her how to pose."

"Okay, sure," Laura breathed with relief and turned to Bailey. "Hands on your knees. That's how I got spanked when I said bad words."

With another sigh, Bailey turned away from Kent and put her hands on her knees, sticking her butt out in his directions.

"I feel like your skirt should be up, Bai," Kent pointed out, "Since that's how you were when you, um, 'said bad words'."

"Laur," Bailey intoned, "lift my skirt, would you?"

Nice, Kent thought, watching Laura gingerly bend over, grab the hem of Bailey's skirt and lift it up, doing her best not to contact her friend's flesh.

"One bonus spanking for Bailey," Laura announced.

Kent lined up and struck her right cheek, dead centre.

"Fifty-one," Bailey announced, straightening. She turned on Laura, "Happy now?"

"I'll be happy if you stop taking the Lord's name in vain, yes," Laura turned up her nose.

Bailey snickered.

"Remember the first night you came here?" Kent asked. "We had to poke and prod you to tell us how you wanted it?"

"And you stood there, perfectly still," Bailey mocked.

"Well," Laura pursed her lips a moment, "That's how I was spanked when I was bad. I didn't know how else to be."

"And here you are," Kent pointed, "Still being bad. Still being spanked."

Laura's face flushed red.

She still thinks of this as a weird mix of kink and punishment, Kent noted. The more I call her a bad girl, the more her face turns red and the more she wants the next set of spankings.

"You wanna keep going?" Bailey asked.

"What's next?" Laura wondered aloud. "Bare butts?"

"Ha!" Bailey pointed at Laura.

That one looked like an honest accident, Kent acknowledged. Either their acting is getting better, or she forgot.

"Oh!" Laura winced. "Fine."

"How do you want her?" Kent asked Bailey.

"What? Me?" Bailey looked surprised.

"She picked the pose for you," Kent explained. "You pick her pose."

Bailey touched her chin thoughtfully.

"But," Kent drawled. "If we're at bare asses, you should take her panties off first."

"I should-"

"Definitely," Kent interrupted with a firm nod.

Bailey gulped as Laura waited nervously.

They haven't had a chance to plan this one out, Kent realized, watching the girls stare helplessly in each others' eyes, their attempt at telepathy painfully obvious. We're outside of the box now, for sure.

"On your back," Bailey said, pointing at the bed, "legs up."

Laura nodded and sat back on the bed and rolled onto her back, her skirt falling instantly out of the way as she pulled her legs up. The black panties tucked themselves neatly into her crotch and between her cheeks.

As carefully as Laura had lifted Bailey's skirt, Bailey reached for the waistband of Laura's underwear and pulled it down under her cheeks, slowly revealing her friend's pubic hair even as she averted her eyes. Once she'd gotten the fabric past the curve of Laura's cheeks, she slipped her panties quickly down her legs and off her feet, setting them aside on the bed.

"One ass, ready for spanking," Bailey announced.

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As mistakes go, Laura thought, I'm okay with this one. Even if Bailey has my whole crotch exposed.

She felt Kent's hands gliding over both her cheeks, sliding back and forth. When his fingertips grazed across her hair, her body shivered violently.

Not yet, she chided herself, not nearly yet. Wait until the end and all the payment for my sins is done.

The preacher hadn't spoken a single word since his pomegranate metaphor and that set Laura's heart thumping, confirming that she'd set herself on the right course.

With enough spankings, I could silence him for several days' worth of orgasms.

Kent's hand drew back, unseen under her body, and she tensed her legs up as hard as she could.

The crack of his hand against her left cheek shattered the ambience of the soft, thumping music in the room.

"Fifty-two," she said, and sat up, feeling the absence of her panties in the way air flowed under her skirt.

Kent stood in front and centre, towering over her with his arms folded. She raised her eyebrows in query.

"Ass," he intoned, the voice of a teacher delivering a lesson.

He wants me to repeat what he's saying? Laura shivered. He'd never acted like this before, this 'imperious instructor' thing is new.

"Ass," she replied meekly, averting her eyes.

Kent still stood over her, twitching as if he held back laughter. She looked up and saw the tiniest bit of a crinkle in his eyes as he spoke again.

"I spanked your ass," he said.

Oh, god, really? Do I have to?

Laura inhaled, "You spanked my ass."

That felt incredibly dirty, Laura drew in a vigorous breath of air.

Kent smiled and backed away to sit in his chair while Bailey giggled off to the side.

Okay, that was funny, Laura admitted, but after that, it's going to be almost impossible for me to make a 'mistake' again.

"You two are awful," Laura declared out loud, determined to give some sign of outward protest.

Suddenly inspired, she picked her panties up off the bed and walked past Kent so she could hang them on the corner of the white board, just as Bailey had described.

She turned to look at Bailey, "Are we doing the next ones?"

"Whenever you're ready, I guess," Bailey said.

Laura glared at Bailey and pointed at the back of Kent's head.

"What?" Bailey asked.

"His clothes?"

"Oh, right," Bailey replied.

"What?" Kent asked.

"We're doing bare asses next," Bailey folded her arms as she scolded. "So you need to lose some clothes, too."

"Oh," Kent answered.

Laura took this for permission, and she and Bailey set upon Kent instantly, forcing him out of his chair. From behind, Laura pulled his shirt off while Bailey knelt down and worked the button and zipper on his jeans. When those came undone, Bailey pulled his pants down, setting his erection free within the relatively loose confines of his boxer shorts.

Whoa, Laura peeked from beside Kent's shoulder, there it is again. All ready to go.

Laura reached around his body at the same time Bailey reached forward, caressing the fabric covered tip as her friend stroked Kent's length.

Kent closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath with his lips in the shape of an 'o'.

A lot of tension there, Laura realized and stopped her ministrations.

Bailey stopped at the same time, looking up along Kent's body to meet Laura's eyes. She ticked her chin toward the white board and Laura nodded agreement before Kent even opened his eyes. Laura uncapped the marker and made her mark before handing it over to Bailey.

Bailey mouthed to her quietly, "You do my panties?"

Laura nodded, acknowledging the fairness of the request.

Smiling, they returned to the bed and faced Kent.

"Okay," Kent breathed slowly. "What now?"

"Two more dollars to pay off," Bailey said, turning her back to him but remaining upright.

Laura watched as Bailey undid the latches on the side of the skirt and let it drop to the ground, leaving her standing there in her t-shirt and a pair of white panties. Bailey turned her head just enough to make eye contact with Laura and gesture downward.

Right, Bai. I'm on it.

Careful not to block Kent's view of anything, Laura stepped around to Bailey's left side and reached for the waistband of her panties. Hooking one finger around each side, Laura pulled them over her friend's cheeks and took them down to her ankles. Bailey politely lifted her feet, one at a time, so Laura could get them off without letting them touch the ground.

"How you doing them?" Laura asked as she stood up. While she waited for Bailey's answer, she moved past Kent and hung up Bailey's white panties next to her black ones on the white board.

"Over his lap," Bailey said. "Still my fave."

Laura nodded and moved over to lean against Kent's desk, hoping for a good view. She watched, unable to breathe, as Kent sat down and Bailey put herself over his knees, perching her bony little butt high up in the air, her back arched as far as it could go.

She's twisting herself so hard it must hurt, Laura admired Bailey's dedication to getting her position right.

Kent squeezed Bailey's right cheek and, while maintaining that grip, twisted and turned her body, drawing forth an almost painful moan from Bailey.

Look at her go, Laura thought. Bailey can't even keep her eyes open. She's gonna come so hard.

Even from her angle at the front of Bailey's body, she could see the difference in her friend's cheeks. The left lay nearly untouched but the right, even in the dimmed light of Kent's bedroom, looked angry and red.

He's doing that on purpose, Laura imagined how her cheeks must look. And we're letting him. Bai has set him up to put four more on the same cheek he's pinching and twisting right now.

The groping went on almost uncomfortably long before Kent's hand left Bailey's flesh, a gasp of some mix of disappointment and surprise forced from her throat. She'd barely finished inhaling before Kent's open palm cracked down on the lowest part of her cheek.

"One!" she cried out.

"One?" Laura asked, thinking it a bit too much to make a counting mistake..

Kent's hand cracked down again, almost immediately.

"Um," Bailey panicked. "Fifty? Um?"

A third time his hand came down on her right cheek.

"Fifty three!" Bailey shouted, finally catching up to the right number.

That was beautiful, Kent, Laura thought. Just keep riding on her confusion. I wonder how long she could have pretended to not know what number we're on.

Kent slapped her again, dead centre on her right cheek.

Bailey moaned out, "Fifty fooooour."

He went high for the next one, picking a spot that looked fresh, at least from Laura's angle.

"Fifty five," Bailey's voice softened, but she inhaled sharply as Kent squeezed the lowest part of her cheek.

The last slap gave a satisfying echo, bouncing off Bailey's flesh.

"Fifty six."

Kent placed his hand gently on Bailey's thigh and slowly slid up to her cheek. Bailey pushed her hips back, letting his thumb slide up between her legs, poking her in some place Laura couldn't see, although she could take a guess based on the soft moan she let out. Bailey stretched out again, lengthening her body over Kent's lap, and he traced gentle circles over her cheek.

Bailey's eyes opened and met Laura's, blurry and almost teary with pleasure.

"Your turn, sweetheart," Bailey whispered, standing up with some regret.

"Right," Laura said.

Here goes nothing, she gritted. I promised myself I'd do this, and I'm going to do it just like I meant to.

She stepped into the middle of the room, faced Kent, and undid the zipper on her skirt.

I'm going to let him see me.

Laura let the skirt drop to the ground, never losing track of Kent's eyes as they darted between her legs, stared at her little triangle of hair.

He's looking right at me. Staring. Right. At. Me.

"Kent," she breathed.

"Yes?"

"I know you get to do the spankings however you want," Laura went on.

"Yes," he hesitated.

"And I know you're doing them all on one cheek."

"Your left, Bailey's right," Kent agreed.

"But I want to do doubles," she said. "On both cheeks, I mean."

"Oh."

"Can we make a deal?" she wondered.

Kent's gaze moved smoothly from her vulva, over her stomach, and met her eyes before he spoke, "We have a rule for that, don't we?"

"We do?"

"One extra spanking," Kent shrugged.

"Oh," Laura stopped, startled. "Okay, that's fine."

With a swift movement, she turned around and put her hands on her knees.

"Doubles," Kent clarified. "Coming up."