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playing cries and squeals that Casey had given her and the real punishment that Jonathan was inflicting on her bottom. If Casey was willing to endure this compared to just one spank on the pussy, then what had Georgia just signed herself up for?
    Casey stood with Jonathan’s help and rubbed her ass, frowning dramatically. She stepped off the stage and walked around the tables of men, smiling at them and letting them feel the heat radiating off her scorched buttocks. By the time Casey came back up onto the stage, she had ten-dollar bills stuffed all along her G-string and in her low-cut blouse.
    “That was fun!” she said. “But you—you are so gonna earn your money, honey,” she purred in Georgia’s ear as she pushed Georgia into the chair and began cuffing her legs apart. The men cheered.
    Georgia swallowed hard as Jonathan stood before her and looked down from his full height. He grinned. “Good thing your legs are tied apart, Sweet Georgia. Because there is no way in hell you’d keep them spread like that of your own volition…not after I get started.”
    She tried not to let her nervousness show in her face as she smiled gamely.
    Jonathan slid his hand between her thighs and she winced as she waited for the blow. But he didn’t slap her pussy like she expected. Instead she felt him slowly rubbing her pussy lips with his palm in a deliberate circular motion. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the moment—her back up against the hard wood chair, her legs so delightfully bound spread open, and the scent of Jonathan’s cologne in the air as he leaned his head toward her and kissed her neck as if they were lovers alone in a room, not two virtual strangers performing on a stage.
    She became slick and wet as her clit swelled under his gentle touch and then— slap! Georgia’s eyes flew open and her knees tried to slam shut of their own accord as the sensation hit her hard. The gentlemen cheered as she looked up at Jonathan with her mouth open in shock.
    “That was too hard, Jonathan!” she said. It would be better if he had a lighter touch, perhaps if he could just play with her pussy some more…
    Jonathan laughed. “You really don’t get a say in the matter, Sweet Georgia.” He slapped her pussy again so hard that she was sure it had to be in retaliation for her trying to tell him what to do. She couldn’t keep the squeal from escaping her lips and embarrassingly her legs again struggled to close. “You can either say the safeword and leave now, or you can take what I give you. But I decide what I give you. It’s all or nothing.”
    Georgia set her mouth in a tight line, refusing to quit by saying “umbrella”. She knew she was still wet as could be—she just hadn’t been counting on Jonathan’s punishment being quite so… real .
    Jonathan tickled her clit with one long finger and she moaned as the sensation intensified now that her clit was so swollen and hot from his slaps. He ramped up the rhythm, flicking his finger faster and faster for just a few moments before slap! hard on her clit once more. She cried out and she could feel the endorphins rush through as he slapped her pussy again and again, not giving her even a second to recover. Then he ground his palm into her clit hard—and she came, moaning and gasping for air as the orgasm left her breathless.
    “Ready for the whip?” Jonathan asked.
    Um, no. Yes. No. Fuck.
    Suddenly he was standing over her with a riding crop. Someone must have handed it to him—maybe Casey? “I’m nervous,” she whispered.
    “I’ll give you ten on your ass first to get you used to the sensation before it’s applied to your pussy.” He dropped to his knees and quickly uncuffed her ankles and helped her stand. Her knees felt weak from the intense orgasm he had just given her.
    “Grab the back of the chair, just like Miss Casey did,” he ordered.
    She did as he said, knowing that every man in the place was now staring at her naked ass. Should that