Money is Power (Part 8) reformatted

Mindy is having the worst day of her life. For this weekend, Mindy is my very reluctant sex slave. Today is Saturday, 6 PM, and I’ve just finished whipping Mindy with a riding crop, violating all three of her orifices, and finished by cumming in her mouth. With my orgasm compete, I made her show me the jizz, before she gulped it down.

Why would anyone put up with this, you ask? Well, Mindy, over the course of a couple years, stole $30,000 from her church building fund. The church books are to be audited on Monday and Mindy will be busted. In addition to worrying about jail, Mindy was only able to take the money because her boyfriend/fiancé is the church treasurer. He will be disgraced and certainly dump her. Mindy is twice divorced, with two kids, and is certain this is her last real chance for love. She really wants this money problem to just go away, and then she can begin living without the fear of going to jail or losing her man.

OK, so how is getting butt fucked by me, helping with any of this? Well, up until a week or so ago, it wouldn’t have. But, I just received a 1.75 million dollar check. My wife of 25 years was killed by a pharmaceutical error, and the company really wanted to avoid a messy, public lawsuit. My lawyer was able to negotiate a large settlement, even after he took his cut. Co-worker Mindy figured I might just give her the money. I figured Sexy Mindy might just use that very fine body of her’s to earn what she needed. I told her the pain and humiliation would teach her a lesson about gambling. Gambling is where the money went, and why she is in this predicament.

So, now that you’re caught up, we find Mindy is now sobbing, naked on our hotel room bed.

“I want dinner. Go pull your self together, and let’s go get another steak.” I said.

Mindy looked at me with bewilderment on her face, but becoming more in control.

“H..h..how can you be so…so.. nonchalant? How can you be so mean?’ she whined through her last sobs.

I beat her very shapely ass, partly because I enjoy it, but mostly because she wounded my male pride. Petty? Ya, so sue me. It’s my $30,000 and I’ll enjoy it, my way.

“Mean? Do you remember why you are here?” I countered, with no anger, as sex with Mindy had drained it all way.

Mindy looked down, and had stopped crying. But, she did not answer.

“Answer me.” I said raising my voice just a little, but without any edge.

“Because I need the money.” Mindy replied softly, immediately knowing the direction this conversation was going.

“Why do you need the money?” I asked.

“Because I gambled it away!’ She snapped. “Why do you have to keep bringing that up?”

“Because, maybe if I do, and if this is unpleasant enough, it will stick in that pretty little head of yours and you won’t gamble away your chance for happiness. Does that sound mean?” I replied with just a little edge to my voice.

I answered with more conviction that I felt. I didn’t really care about what she would or would not do about her gambling. Mindy is a big girl, and can make her own decisions. But Mindy is also hot as blow torch in an Arizona summer. This play on her conscience is hopefully making her more pliable and respective to the worst I have to offer. If she thinks it’s for her own good, she’ll put up with it.

“So, you..you don’t hate me? You don’t think I’m a filthy whore, for doing all this for money?’

She was rationalizing now, but that worked for me.

“No, I don’t hate you. I’ve always liked you. And, I don’t think you’re any kind of whore.” I started

“You’re just making a huge sacrifice to save your relationship and atone for your sins. All the pain is just payment for what you have done, and would do to John, if your sins are discovered. You’re just paying your debt to society” I answered, quite sincerely.

I have always liked Mindy; she is very easy on the eyes. And “whore” is a word that is overused in my opinion. Women use sex to get things of monetary value or to manipulate men all the time. Some are called whores, some aren’t. I like to think Mindy and I are just making an arm’s length business transaction, like any good American consumers would. The atonement part is sincere enough, although it might be a stretch to think I should be the one collecting on her debt.

“You like looking at me” she said with the beginnings of a smile.

“You are a handsome woman, and I like poking you even more. But, I’ve always and still do, respect you, really. I don’t think you’re a bad person; just a good person in a bad situation, that you are trying to fix. Now, go get ready, so we can eat. I’m hungry”

She brightened, got up, and I admired the sachet of Mindy’s shapely ass, her long tan legs, and the criss-cross of red marks the riding crop had left on her bottom. It really got me hard when I spanked her. The feeling of power and domination sent blood rushing to my groin. There was nothing like a woman begging for you to stop inflicting pain; knowing that she can nothing but beg, and you alone control her and the situation.

I was starting to get hard again. I really was going to write that letter to Pfizer.

Ten minutes later, Mindy came out wearing heals and a simple pull over sun dress. It looked great on her, but did not come close to the slutty outfits she had worn for me before.

“Ohhhhh” I whined “What happened to the slutty clothes I have come to know and love?”

She gave me a nervous, half grin, and then said, with trepidation

“I wasn’t sure if I should.” She started, and then added with a tone implying both excitement and worry.

“You got upset with me, because I suggested I knew what you liked.”

“I know. But, feel free to dress as slutty as you want. That will always put me in a good mood.” I said and then added

“How’s your butt?”

“It hurts, but the marks aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. I think they will be gone tomorrow. I don’t know how I would explain them to John. It’s not like I could say I fell down.” She said matter of factly.

“I guess you will just have to be a sluttly, little angel, now won’t you?” I replied

Mindy didn’t reply and we left the room and got on the elevator. I decided to check her ass for myself. I put my hand under her dress and traced Mindy’s bare thigh to her bubble shaped bottom. I felt her tense, but she did not shy away. I had not hit her any where near as hard as I could, but the thin reed still could leave a welt. I could feel the raised lines on her bottom, and I gently caressed her abused butt.

“Thanks” she said. I gave her a raised eyebrow.

“For not squeezing by butt cheek” she replied and then added a few seconds later

“…and for helping me with my money problem and my gambling issue.” She paused and then continued.

“You know, we are in the biggest gambling mecca in the world and I haven’t thought of playing the slots even once.”

The elevator announced the ground floor, and we got off.

“I have kept your mind, and all the rest of you, busy.” I offered.

“True, but I just don’t feel the want anymore.”

“You can thank me later” I winked at her.

She rolled her eyes at me.

We made it to the restaurant and were seated. We got the same waiter as before.

“Hello, Sir. My name is Brian. Welcome back and thank you for the generous tip, yesterday. If there is anything, anything I can do to make your evening more enjoyable, please do not hesitate to ask”

I wasn’t sure what he meant with the second anything, but he did give a sideways glance to Mindy. We ordered our drinks and meal, and settled in.

“C…Can we talk about the spankings” Mindy began very tepidly.

“What about them?” My tone making it clear she was treading into dangerous ground.

“Please don’t get mad and, and hear me out, OK? She began quickly.

“If I go home with marks, John is going to ask questions I can’t answer without confessing everything. If I do that, then all I have gone through will have been for nothing. I might as well quit and just go home, now” She added. I did not respond, so she kept going on, with a little more confidence.

“If you promise not to spank me, anymore, I will…”

“You’ll do what?” I cut her off, with a bite to my words. “You already have to do everything I want for another day. What else do you have to offer?”

“I’ll give you another day.” She spat it out like she was worried it would burn her tongue

“Didn’t I paddle your ass once for this suggestion? I’m not dumb. Once you get the money, you are never going to even talk to me again, much less let me touch you.”

“Y..yah. You did. But, I promise. Really I will do it. You pick another day, give me enough notice to get away, and I’m yours for another day, back home.”

“And, exactly how would I enforce this bargain, if you back out? I queried

‘I…I don’t know!” she said exasperated. “Please, I promise. I just can’t go home with my butt looking like it has been whipped!”

“You’re trying to make a deal with the devil. I really enjoy fucking you and another day sounds very appealing. But, if you back out, I have 1.75 million ways to figure out how to get what I want. That could cause a variety of damage, you know. Be sure about this. I will not accept an excuse.”

“Does that mean you’ll do it? She added with a restrained emotion

“Another full day; Mindy is my sex slave; just like we are doing now. In exchange no more spankings. Right?”

“No more spanking here or back home” she countered.

“No more spankings here or back home, except with my bare hand”

“No more spankings here of any kind, back home, hand only, and I’ll come up with a special treat for you tonight.”

“Deal. You ass is safe from spankings; but grabbing, pinching and fucking it are still on the menu” I added.

“Uh, I know” she said, probably feeling how sore her ass still was.

Our steaks arrived and Mindy made a point of downing a lot of booze. She had the waiter bring two shots of Jack Daniels before dinner, (she did not even offer to share) nearly a full bottle of wine with dinner, and another shot of JD right as we were leaving.