Money is Power (part 2)

Mindy had just finished giving me the best blow job I had ever had. I had come into some money and Mindy was going to be in deep shit if she didn’t get $30,000 (see part 1). After she got off her knees she said

“Are we done?”

“Sure, is there something you wanted to talk about?” I said jokingly

She started to move to get her cloths.

“No, just sit down. I think I like you naked”

She glared at me, sat down, and the said in a resigned tone.

“I’ll do it. I’ll sleep with you, if you give me the money?’

“You’ll do a hell of a lot more than that. I checked online and for about $200 I can get an hour’s worth of sex. $30,000 would let me cum 150 times over six days. Giving you the money for a one-timer would just be charity, and you wouldn’t learn a lesson, now would you?”

I didn’t much care if she really learned her lesson about gambling, but I thought an appeal to her conscience might get more cooperation and more enthusiasm.

“So what do you want? You want to fuck me 150 times?! she said a bit angrily

“First, you best keep that temper under control, or I will bend you back over the desk. Second, I was thinking that I wanted a sex slave. We are going to fly to Las Vegas and then you are going to do anything I want for the whole weekend.”

The church auditors were due on Monday. Today was Thursday. Mindy had waited until almost the last possible minute, trying to come up with a better way to get the money.

“What? Tomorrow? What do I tell, John? There isn’t time?”

“That sounds like your problem. When five o’ clock comes around, you best be packed and ready to go to the airport. Oh, and don’t pack any underwear, you won’t be needing it”

“No, there has to be some other way. I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want, please”

“You must think I’m dumb. Once you get the money, I have no power over you. As a matter of fact, I don’t like that you would even suggest that. Get your ass back over the desk.”

“Don’t. Please, it really hurts.”
“Yes, it does. And if it hurts enough, maybe you will figure out what you are supposed to say and do. Now move, before you earn double”

With that she got back into position. She put her hands on the edge of my desk, and bent over putting her head on her hands. Her tits dangling, and swaying slightly.

“Now, how many do you think you deserve?”

“One” she said flatly.

Wham! I hit her already red ass with a blow that had started with a four foot arc. It was much harder than the others, and it was meant to deliver a message. She grunted loudly and squirmed. But she did not stand. She was learning.

“How many?”

“Ten!” she said quickly “Please, don’t hit so hard. I will be good. I promise”

I almost felt sorry for her and let her off with one swat. Almost.

“Since you asked so nicely and promised to be good….”

The next two were less forceful and I took my time.