Chapter 725 Slapping Brenda's Ass ['Someone' Sponsored]

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Katherine asked Brenda, "I don't really understand the ankle chain. If you're totally willing and eager to serve your man, and it sure looks that way, then why is the chain needed?"

"That's just how these things work. A sex slave needs to be constantly reminded of her place. For instance, she needs to be spanked regularly, maybe even daily, even when she hasn't done anything wrong."

Brenda turned around and sat on her knees with her ass high up. Her skirt could have only covered the top half of her ass even if she was standing up straight, but she pulled the fabric up to make sure her ass was completely exposed. Then she sensuously ran a hand over her ass cheeks while staring with laser-like intensity into Alan's eyes, as if inviting him to spank her right that moment, in front of everyone.

All this spanking talk was driving Susan wild, as it reminded her of the time Alan had spanked her recently. Seeing that the others were looking only at Brenda's ass, she engulfed Alan's cockhead again and immediately began working her favorite corkscrew and reverse corkscrew moves.

Alan was still dangerously close to cumming, but he couldn't resist flirting with danger. Instead of trying to stop her, he merely put his hands on Susan's head to try to slow her down some.

Katherine was so interested in what Brenda was saying that she temporarily put her jealousy issues aside. She asked, "You seem to be really into the whole spanking thing. Have you ever been spanked, for real?"

Brenda shyly shook her head 'No.' (In reality, she had been spanked many times before. That had actually lasted for most of her childhood and into her teenage years. However, she'd never been spanked as an adult, which is how she chose to interpret the question.)

Suzanne suggested playfully, "I think our 'dominatrix' here needs some practical training. What if we gave you a spanking, Brenda? It looks like Alan is busy..." She glanced Alan's way, and frowned to see Susan bobbing on him again. "But maybe one of us can help. Would you like Mommy to give you a spanking for being so naughty?"

Suzanne was just kidding, as by that point everyone was making running commentary on everyone else's performance, but the effect on Brenda was something extraordinary. Her body staggered about as if she'd been hit by a jolt of electricity. When Suzanne had said "Mommy" it had been like a second, even more powerful shock had hit Brenda. Her eyes went wide. She had just stood back up to face the group again, which was perhaps unfortunate because she nearly fell down. As it was, she had to drop to her knees because her legs failed to hold her up.

"Whoa!" Suzanne said in surprise. "It looks like someone here really likes the idea of a spanking. What if one of us gives you a spanking? Would you like that?"

"No! I've never... Not since I was a kid... It would be so..." Brenda collapsed even more onto the stage, apparently overwhelmed by the idea. "Anyways, I have to do my act. For Alan. I have to..."

Curiously, without any prompting, she thrust her rear up into the air and pulled back her tiny leather skirt to fully expose her ass again. Her wiggling, bare butt looked like it was dying for a good spanking.

Alan idly ran his hand through Susan's hair as she fervently bobbed on his cock. God, I'm flying so high! I'm half-tempted to get up and seriously spank Brenda's awesome ass right now. But I'm hooked on Mom's cocksucking. UH! Oh, man!

Katherine commented, "I think it would be more entertaining for us all if your next fashion show act consists of a spanking. Alan could give it to you. What do you think, Big 18-Wheeler Brother?"

"Hmmm. I'm not really into that kind of thing," Alan replied, while he mused if an 18-wheel truck could qualify as a phallic object. "I'm kind of busy right now."

Again, Susan's lips and tongue were working such wonders that he didn't want to leave his seat. By now, everyone else had noticed that, and it was clear nobody was going to try to stop it.

He added, "But Brenda looks like she really wants it. Needs it, even."

"No! No, you're wrong," Brenda said adamantly, but even as she said this, she spread her legs wider until the ankle chain stopped her, making her ass that much more of a tempting target. The fact was, the fashion show had slowly worn down her defenses, and she was on the verge of completely losing all self-control. She was sorely tempted to loudly beg Alan to give her an extremely thorough spanking, and then fuck her in any and every hole.

"I think that's a yes," Amy giggled. Clearly, she was paying more attention to Brenda's body language than her words.

While her bare ass continued to wiggle needfully, Brenda thought, Good God! I'm a goner! Alan's discovered my secret fetish, thanks to my big mouth! They all have! Forget my fantasies of being one of his favorite sex pets. If he spanks me just once, I'm going to be a true slave to his cock, forever and ever! Oh why did I come here tonight?! I can feel my freedom slipping away!

Good God! To have a master! To have HIM as my master, a firm master, with a firm hand and a stiff cock! Susan is sucking him AGAIN! He's so virile, so sexy, so worthy of owning me, owning us all! Mmmm! AH! Oh God! Oh God! Deep down, I knew this could happen! It's so humiliating! Oh, please, please, please! Master, spank me! Take total control!

Alan looked down at Susan's constantly bobbing head. Since she was focusing so much on sucking his erection, she was the only one who hadn't been paying much attention to Brenda and her needy ass. He said to her, "Sorry, Mom, but I've gotta get up for a minute."

Susan let his boner slide out of her mouth with a crestfallen face. "Okay, Tiger, but please come back quickly. Mommy's not happy unless she has Tiger's stiffy in her hands or mouth." She gave it a "goodbye" kiss and then licked it from the root to the tip before completely letting go of it.

Suzanne muttered, "Thank God." She'd gotten distracted by the Brenda spanking issue, and had forgotten about chiding Susan again for sucking him too long. Susan was well meaning, but all too often her cock lust got the best of her.

Alan turned his attention to Brenda. Just one casually uttered word turned her world upside down again. "Strip."

"YES!" Brenda yelled far too loudly. She shed her dominatrix outfit as fast as her hands could manage.

Alan thought, Phew! That was a close call. He'd decided to get off the sofa in large part because he knew that if he stayed there any longer, he'd blow his wad down Susan's throat. He wasn't ready for the fun to end so soon.

As Brenda stripped down, she shyly asked, "Should I take off the handcuffs and ankle cuffs too? They're not really locked."

He replied, "I like the idea of having you chained and bound, but that could get in the way of the spanking. We'll save that for another day."

Those words hit Brenda like a lightning bolt. Oh God! He IS going to spank me! ME! NOW! That prospect sounded so exciting that she practically started to hyperventilate.

She continued stripping until she was buck naked. Almost naked, that is. She kept her high heels on since she knew how much he liked high heels, plus she'd recently developed a sexual pleasure from the mere act of wearing them. In addition, she continued to "wear" his cum on her face.

She climbed down off the table and stood in front of him with her hands behind her back and her chest thrust forward. She struck that pose unthinkingly, but it helped show how strongly her submissive desires ran.

Alan had been dimly aware that Brenda thought she was in some kind of competition with him all evening, though he couldn't quite figure out what she was trying to do with that. He figured that this spanking might put an end to her antics if he could play it well enough. Also, a spanking was right in line with Suzanne's plan for him to act dominant towards Brenda. Furthermore, it sounded like a very enjoyable way to take another strategic break from Susan's insatiable cocksucking lips.

His sweatpants had been off since before the snack break, but now he took the time to get a proper pair of pants from the underwear cabinet and put them back on and even zip up his fly.

This seemed strange to Brenda, not to mention highly disappointing, but there was method to his madness. By this time, all the women were completely or mostly nude and only put on clothes for their turns to show off on the "stage." He didn't fully understand it, but he felt more powerful when he was clothed and the woman he was with was naked. He changed pants because he realized (correctly) that drawing out the process would increase Brenda's humiliation and anticipation. It also helped to ensure that his penis would get a real rest.

To further maximize her humiliation, he patted his lap and said, "Come here, Brenda. Over my lap. You're been a bad little girl."

Brenda was so aroused by his actions that she actually felt woozy and stumbled around a bit as she headed towards him. She was seriously concerned that she might pass out altogether, and miss the spanking. Her face was burning with embarrassment as she submissively bent over his lap, but she loved every second of it.

He said, "Now, what's this about you saying you're a dominatrix?" (She hadn't actually said that at all, but it served his purposes to pretend that she had.) "You? A dominant? That's a laugh, isn't it? You're a submissive through and through, aren't you?"

"I am," she admitted while wriggling her naked body over his legs. Oh God, oh God, oh God! It's about to happen! Say goodbye to free will! This must be exactly what Susan talks about when she goes on and on about being tamed!

Alan hadn't been too sure about the whole spanking idea at first, but seeing Brenda so excited, he started to get quite excited as well. The "Bad Alan" started to surge up within him. "I'm going to give you a thorough spanking now, girl. You've been very bad. Very naughty. You've been forgetting your place around here."

Tears poured down Brenda's face, tears of shame and sheer emotional intensity. It wasn't possible for her to be any more aroused than she was, and she trembled from head to toe. Her whole body stiffened as she braced herself for a hard smack. "Yes, I've been very naughty," she agreed, with abject humiliation clear in her voice. "I was so terribly wrong!"

Alan couldn't understand why she was suddenly crying when he hadn't even started. Nor did he fathom why she had so readily agreed that she deserved to be punished, especially since everyone knew she'd never claimed to be a dominatrix in the first place. He stopped thinking about it and just gave her a solid smack on the butt.

"Ow!" She wailed, then cried out triumphantly, "YES!"

Alan had to hold her and pull her up from falling the rest of the way to the floor, as an incredibly intense orgasm coursed through her. Her body was suddenly a moving target as she writhed around, but Alan was nonetheless able to thrust two fingers into her pussy.

That drove her even wilder. She let out a high pitched squeal. Her legs kicked in every direction as she remained lying helpless across Alan's lap.

She'd never felt so totally humiliated, being spanked like a child in such a ridiculous position with people watching. But her humiliation worsened when she heard some clicking sounds, and looked up to see Katherine using the digital camera to snap some more photos of her.

Katherine was all grins as she explained, "Trust me, you'll thank me later. These will make precious mementos."

Brenda just whimpered helplessly. The exact moment I was tamed by my master, captured for posterity! Shit! The scary thing is, I probably WILL want those photos at some later date! Hell, I know I will!

She thought her heart had stopped completely when she heard the sound of a zipper and realized that Alan was opening his pants. He still wanted to keep his boner out of the action, but he figured it would be more comfortable to give it some air.

Even though he'd been lacking pants for most of the fashion show, the unzipping had a great effect on her - and everyone else in the suddenly silent room. That was doubly so when she felt his wet cockhead pressing up against her belly.

It took some long moments before she realized with relief that her heart was still beating and she was breathing again. Dear Lord! He owns me! He's tamed me! Something clicked when he smacked me; there's no going back now! And now, he's going to fuck me, to seal the deal! I just know it!

With one hand playing with her pussy, he raised his other hand up high and brought it crashing down for an even harder slap on her bare ass cheeks.

Brenda screamed even louder, if such a thing was possible. Then, suddenly, the scream stopped because she passed out. Her body continued to twitch and throb.

A few awkward moments passed as Alan tried to figure out what to do.

Katherine giggled and joked, "I think you killed her, Bro."

But the moment she said that, Brenda started to revive.

It appeared that as soon as Brenda awoke and recalled her situation, the thoughts were too exciting for her to take, because her body immediately resumed flailing about on Alan as if she was being electrocuted. Then she broke into yet another round of orgasms.

Alan just left her alone this time, thinking out loud, "This is ooooone sensitive woman!" He was almost afraid to touch her any further. He was disappointed because he found he was really getting off on giving her the spanking, but he felt obliged to let her cool down some.

When the five minute buzzer went off, signaling the end of Brenda's performance time, she was still bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm. No one was trying to stimulate her or even touch her, but she was lost in her own little world of ecstatic happiness.

Two of the other women had to lift her off Alan's lap. They deposited her on a nearby sofa.