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had been forcibly denied her ever since that bastard had put the chastity belt on her. She came hard, not even bothering to stifle her cries. Finally satisfied, she washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
    “I see you didn’t listen to me,” Jonathan said.
    He had been standing right there this whole time? Georgia blushed.
    “I tried to warn you.”
    “What do you mean?” she asked, annoyed and more than a little embarrassed at having been caught.
    “Pussy-whipping hurts more when you’ve just come because your clit is swollen. There’s more blood flow to the area. So you’ve just turned your experience from a little ouch to a positively masochistic ouch.” Jonathan laughed and walked back toward the stage. Georgia really disliked that man. It would be very helpful if he weren’t so damn good-looking.
    Casey’s face lit up when she saw Georgia walking back onto the stage. The gentlemen had already started filtering in, bringing their drinks from the bar and talking amongst themselves. “Georgia!”
    “So what am I supposed to be doing to you again?” Georgia asked.
    Casey play growled and laughed. “You don’t take this very seriously, but just remember this place is like a fucking ATM. So you just use your hand, keep your wrist straight so you don’t hurt yourself and spank my ass. I purposely keep my ass super pale when I tan so that it gets red very easily. Just stay away from the base of my spine and my hipbones so you don’t actually hurt me.”
    Georgia nodded. “No problem.”
    “Just so you know, I like to make a lot of noise and complain a lot. That’s the way to get good tips, if the guys think you really had to endure something.”
    “Good to know,” Georgia murmured. She’d have to remember that for her pussy-whipping later.
    Vincent came onstage with his handheld microphone and the men in the audience cheered. “Good evening, gentlemen! For your viewing pleasure, Sweet Georgia is here to spank Miss Casey for playing hooky last night!” The audience clapped.
    Casey grabbed the mic and whined into it very dramatically, “I couldn’t help it, my little pussy was so sore!”
    The men cheered and she grinned, obviously not too sore to stop her performance. No, she seemed to be getting more and more into it.
    “Now, Miss Casey,” Vincent said sternly, “hold on to the back of that chair and bend over for Sweet Georgia.”
    “Noooo,” Casey whined, looking as if she were trying not to smile as she said, “Please don’t spank me too hard, Georgia!”
    Wow, she plays the brat really, really well. The guys were eating it up.
    Georgia stood to the side and looked at the bared white ass in front of her. Georgia lifted her hand and brought it down playfully, testing it out. Casey gasped and Georgia felt a thrill rush through her as she saw a little pink splotch on Casey’s ass cheek from her hand. Her hand stung a bit, but she liked it.
    Georgia wanted to say something to get the guys going, but she had zero experience in showmanship. She’d just have to let Casey do her thing. But she could make her earn her eighty bucks in the meantime! Georgia brought her hand down again and again, relishing Casey’s squeals and protests and the beautiful shade of pink her ass had become.
    She was getting so into it that she didn’t even notice that it was her turn until she saw Jonathan standing right over her. “Casey,” he said, stopping Georgia from continuing the spanking. “Do you want ten spanks from me on your ass, or just one spank on your pussy?”
    Georgia laughed as she stepped aside. That had to be an easy choice. Ten was a lot more than one.
    Face flushed, Casey looked over her shoulder and said, “Ten spanks on my ass, please.”
    Georgia’s jaw dropped as she watched Jonathan pick Casey up and throw her over his knee while he sat in the very same chair she had just been holding on to. He counted off ten spanks and suddenly Georgia could hear the difference between the