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The Club received no cash and didn’t directly handle the betting, so it was on the gray side of legal– which a lot of activity at the club also was. The setup was this. Twenty-three men each bet $25.00 that they could break Joan-e. Each man got twenty swats. There was a drawing to determine who went first and each man delivered five swats at a time. If she broke before the fourth round of men finished, the man public who broke her got to fuck her on stage like David used to. As with her bets with David, if she orgasmed, the man got to fuck her in the ass. Almost always, the night ended with Joan-e walking out of the club with a very sore ass and $575.00. Occasionally, she would scream out, “Uncle! Uncle! I can’t take any more!” and the lucky man would flip her over and drop her onto the stage like David used to. Then he would pound amateur into her cunt while she screamed and wailed beneath him. Some people thought she was screaming in pain. Others thought it was passion. The reality was that it was a little of both plus some showmanship to keep things interesting. Once or twice, she faked an orgasm during the spanking and was fucked in the ass. No one caught on that, when that happened, she was always over the lap of the least-endowed man among the twenty-three. Most of the time, the four hundred and sixty swats would complete and she would give a big bow to the audience in the club. That was always followed by an even deeper bow facing the back wall so that the people at the tables could appreciate her swollen, red and purple, and almost bleeding rear end. Then, as she left the stage, she would select one of the men– or women– to take home with her. She would always tell them that it was a consolation prize for being such a good spanker, but the reality was that she was so horny from being spanked that Hardcore she needed someone or something to relieve her distress or she would explode. Joan-e was always in control... except for that night when the old sailor limped up to the stage to sign up for the bet drawing. The fact that he was old was obvious. The fact that he was– or had been– a sailor was revealed when his name was drawn for the spanking session. As usual, more than 23 potential participants came forward. Joan-e was standing at the table naked while an assistant wrote the person’s name on a slip of paper and added it to a large jar. After everyone had signed up, Joan-e would go up on stage and slowly draw names from the jar, reading each one aloud, until she reached 23. The assistant remained at the table to actually take the money for the bet from those who won the drawing. When the 23rd slip of paper was drawn, Joan-e called out loudly, “Sailor Sam,” and everyone in the club laughed. They laughed even louder when he held up his hand as he walked forward and said loudly, “I am what I am.” Joan-e– and everyone else– couldn’t help but notice that he had muscular arms and huge hands. When the laughter died down, he said loudly, “Why don’t we make it fifty dollars a man and everyone gets outdoor to fuck you if you lose?” “It would have to be one hundred and fifty for that to happen,” Joan-e replied rapidly, “but I don’t think the rest would agree to it.” She cringed slightly as there was a loud chorus of shouts saying “Yes, we would,” or words to that effect. Joan-e swallowed hard Brunette and looked around the club. She took a deep breath and then said, “OK, this one time. When that class rolled around outdoor I sat in the front center so he’d get a great look at me. As suspected, he walked in, spotted Hardcore me, and he started fidgeting. Why were you scared of me? Do I look like a demon?” Sujata asked him, laughing. She tested me on many different levels and I passed each amateur and every one of them with flying colors. Look at how you turned out.” Then I shut her up the best way I knew—by kissing her. He sat back in the chair for a minute. Jeff stood Brunette trembling with rage as he recalled that last day with his mother and father. Sore legs carried him through. “Both of you!” I said and fell to my knees. "I don't remember you forcing me to my knees, or you forcing me to suck you off. Obviously I wanted the men out of the picture, so I would make it so that whenever we saw each other the members of the family would either go away, or join in depending of the situation. She’d known him since junior high school, but he had always been dating someone else any time she had been single. I came into this situation, the odd man out. “No, sir.” The attention and looks from others really growing my confidence. They both stripped naked and as usual, they just stood in front of each other and visually examined their obvious differences. "I said, 'I Love you,'" and kissed him with more passion than he believed possible. If you could just help me with the sheet…?” but if you help me work on the other girls . . . Julie slowly rolled over and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Momo doesn’t, really. It was a slow, tenuous thumping though, and man, public was it, pounding. “Pretty much everything, even wash dishes.” She said and pushed her ass into him slightly. The girl gasped as she saw my revolver. By this time my top is exposed and my nightdress is pooled in my waist. His fingers pressing into her flesh and kneading the firm breasts.