..let it happen. I want to talk about it but I don't want you to judge me."Kelli said, "Fuck that, I will listen but I am going to try and talk some ...ense into yo crazy ass!" Fine whateva! Well as I said, it started out a nice, relaxing evening with fun guys. Someone put on some music and that is when things got well, exciting. At first, I was taking turns dancing with each guy. It seemed, they really wanted to invest time testing the waters to see if I would be ok with what they obviously. Allow me to escort you to atable and get you a drink on the house," Rod beamed at the young pilot.Steve Winters raised his eyebrows at Jason Jones disapprovingly andentered the club. Rod led him over to the blackjack table and went tothe bar and poured a gin and tonic and gave it to Polly and nodded overtowards toward Steve Winters and winked. Polly sauntered over anddelivered the drink."Welcome to Barrack Room Betty's," she beamed.The smile on her face changed to one of amazement when she. "I hate being beholden to you! You fucked my mother's black ass like a hooker on the corner for a week and prayed you would never see her fucking face again! So here I am in all my splendor thanks to you and your dick. And just so you do know, my ass IS brown!" Daring me, she turned around and lowered her panties, mooning me. I lunged at her, not swinging the belt yet, but it was enough to scare her. She screamed and ran past me for the stairs. I was able to grab the back of her shirt, and I. Yet."I felt him raise his hand, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself. A minute passed, and I let my guard down, wondering why he hadn't started. That was when his hand came down, hard. "Count them out. If you skip a number, we'll start over," he instructed, and whispered, "one." Two!....Three!...Four!...Five!..." I counted along. The fifth hurt the most, and of course I fucked up, "seven!"The spankings stopped, and I was pulled up by my hair to face my previously sweet sensitive.