Pleasure Dungeon I,II,III Package: Whipped into Submission, The Naughty Lady Gets a Spanking, Ginger and the Gadget in Her Rear

by John Rivers

  She reiterated to Walter that it would be to his benefit if she didn’t present herself as his wife. The girls would feel free to speak their minds and she could feel things out. One thing they needed to know was if any of the women were stealing or turning tricks that wasn’t reported. Walter had agreed. Also, she was to use her maiden name.

  “I could have sworn you were his wife the day you all came up here,” Pat allowed.

  “Nope. Just someone who worked in his office and wanted a break from the real estate game for a while. I was a stripper years ago. I turned a few tricks back then although it was illegal in Ohio. I learned a little about the business. When I heard about the opening, I volunteered.”

  Patricia said she was still in the process of packing all of her belonging, so Lana would have to sleep in one of the upstairs bedroom for a couple of nights. She could then move into Patricia’s room on the first floor.

  It was getting on towards noon when Lana first arrived. Patricia was wearing an even shorter robe this time. It came a couple or so inches below her navel, leaving most of her pubic area exposed, depending on what posture she took. In the back, it came to the end of her tail bone, leaving her butt more exposed than not.

  Lana was curious. “What’s the dress code?”

  Patricia laughed. “There isn’t one. Not unless the new owner makes one, which I doubt. If I’ve been nude from sunning or taking a shower and customers come up, I’ll slip a short robe on. It has some semblance to being dressed. Of course, sometimes I don’t even do that. Wear what you want to. This is private property.”

  That’s right. I own it, Lana thought, but didn’t voice.

  Lana had a few things to learn not only about the brothel business, but cashiering in general. More so when it came to dealing with credit cards. There was also a suggested price list on the wall. It had a multitude of services listed, several Lana had no idea what they meant.

  “Everything there is negotiable,” Patricia said, pointing to the list on the wall. “Those are just the starting prices. Some guys come in and don’t give the girls any argument. Others come in and try to negotiate them down to nothing. My general rule of thumb is not to allow it to go below fifty-percent.”

  Lana could understand that. Even at fifty-percent the girls turned a good amount of money.

  She also noted one of the item on the list was anal. She’d heard of it, but wonder how often it was practiced. Somehow that made her recall the fat man poking the object up her own ass.

  “I see anal here. Do you get much call for that?”

  “You’d be surprised. A lot of men come here for something they can’t get at home or something they’re afraid to ask for at home.”

  “What about the girls? Do most of them do that?”

  “Most of them do. Usually by the time a woman get here, she’s had it in every orifice. I take it that way myself and I enjoy it. Of course, it wasn’t hard for me. I once had a boyfriend who took his time breaking me in.”

  If it wasn’t for where she was, Lana might have considered “breaking me in” a crude terminology. Instead, it made her think of how her own butt had been neglected all these years. She had a fantastic rear. It was just fleshy enough for men to take notice, but still had just the right curves. That and the fact her hips flaired just right made for an attractive package. But damn, it had never even been spanked until a few days before. And it had yet to be fucked. I wonder how that would feel? She reasoned that a penis wouldn’t feel anything like the inanimate object John had inserted into her butthole.

  “Things won’t start moving until later in the afternoon,” Patricia said, breaking into Lana’s thoughts. “I figure the best way to learn is to let you handle the transactions. In fact, that’s the only way to learn,” Patricia allowed. “Are you getting a little hungry? Why don’t we go to the kitchen and make a couple of sandwiches?”

  After they had eaten, Patricia took Lana out the door behind the bar and to the “sunning area.” To her surprise there was not only an open area with chase lounges, but there was also an area with a roof providing shade. Under this area was a large jacuzzi. She hadn’t seen it from inside the house and didn’t realize it was here. This was a pleasant surprise. Two of the girls they’d met on the first trip were here. Both were nude and in the jacuzzi.

  “Take off your clothes and come on in,” the blond-haired girl said.

  “I think I’ll wait about doing that,” Lana told her. “Wait until I’m a little more settled in.” The jacuzzi looked inviting, but right now she didn’t care for any social nudity with other women. If she was going to be nude, she preferred it be with men. On the other hand, she might as well get used to it if she was going to be working in a house with several other females.

  “You might as well,” Patricia said, she had taken off her short robe and was now nude. She was in the process of claiming a seat in one of the lounges. “I’ll go get another one of my robes so you’ll have something to put on if someone shows up.”

  The jacuzzi did look inviting. Lana figured, Why the hell not?

  After Pat brought another robe, Lana removed her clothes and laid them neatly in an unoccupied chase lounge. She lay the borrowed robe across an arm of the same lounge. She was a little self-conscious at first, but she figured she’d get used to the idea. After all, she had a nice body. When she was younger a male co-worker had told her she had a body to die for. Just to set the want-a-be Casanova’s juices to flowing and see if his tongue would hang out, she had replied, “Yeah, and you ought to see it naked.” Unfortunately, the young man never did.

  “Wow, Miss Lana, I hope I have a body half as good as yours when I get your age,” one of the girls in the jacuzzi remarked when she joined them.

  “That didn’t sound very nice,” the other girl rebuked her. “How old do you think she is, anyway?”

  “Thirty-five?”

  “Right on the nose,” Lana allowed, “thirty-five.” She never corrected herself.

  Her eyes closed, Lana’s was enjoying the pulsation and warmth of the jacuzzi when the buzzer rang. She jumped, coming completely awake. It was show time.

  “Just put on the robe,” Pat said, slipping on her own. “You’ll be fine.”

  Lana hadn’t realized how short the robe was until she slipped it on. It barely came to her waist. It left her nude from there down. Well, she reminder herself, this is what you wanted to do. Regardless, she was still self-conscious.

  Once in the office, she saw Pat take a seat on one of the two stools behind the bar and point to the door. “Go get them girl. Your turn at bat. I’ll just watch.”

  Not sure she was ready for this, she stepped to the door. Thought the glass, she could see three men. They looked to be young and one wore a cowboy hat. Opening the door, she forced herself to be as congenial as possibly.

  “You gentlemen come on in,” she said cheerfully as she swung the door wider. In seconds, six eyes were staring below her waist. Closing the door and turning back to the counter, she felt all six eyes burning holes in her bottom.

  “What would be you gentlemen’s pleasure today,” Lana asked and then glanced at Pat as if to ask if she had worded that right.

  Pat gave a little nod.

  The one with the cowboy hat might have been a little arrogant if given the opportunity. It was evident they had been drinking. He lifted the hat a couple of inches and then set it back on his head. “Well, ma’am, I’ve brought my two friends here to get their ashes hauled.”

  As he was speaking, the two girls stepped in from the jacuzzi. They were still toweling off and didn’t have on a stitch.

  “These are the two ladies working at the present. Would you like to talk to them?”

  “I’m sure my friends would. I’m just going to hang around until they’re ready to go. They’re not from this part of the country and didn’t believe we had these kinds of places around here.”

  Before the words were barely out of his mouth, the two younger girls had moved ar
ound the bar and grasped an arm of each of his friends. Before long, they were leading them down the hall to the smaller party rooms.

  It was time for Pat to speak up. Speaking to cowboy hat, she said, “Why don’t you let me show you where you can wait for your friends.” Turning to Lana, she added, “We usually let them wait in the large party room.”

  “Why don’t you let me wait right here at the bar?”

  “Sir, are you sure you need more to drink?”

  “Oh, I ain’t wanting to drink,” he said waving a dismissing hand. “How about I just have a Coke?” He took a seat on one of the stools.

  Pat didn’t object. She pulled a bottle Coke out of a cooler and took a glass from beneath the bar. She set them in front of the man.

  Turning to Lana, she said, “It’s getting late enough in the day that people will start coming in. We might as well stay where we are and let you wait on customers.”

  “I don’t know much about handling a bar,” Lana admitted.

  “You don’t have too. We don’t sell a lot of liquor and what you can’t mix, the customers will.”

  The waiting customer hadn’t spoken much since taking a seat and things grew quite other than the laughter from the far end of the hall where the girls were negotiating or whatever.

  “I’m going to go to my room and pack some more stuff. Anybody comes in, just yell,” Pat informed Lana as she stood. A few moments later there were no one here other than Lana and the man under a big cowboy hat.

  After things were quiet for a while, Lana remember how she had looked forward to being nude while here. Her opportunity had come earlier than she had expected; here she was in a room with nobody other than a real drugstore cowboy. She decided to engage him in conversation.

  Standing, she afforded him the opportunity to again see her naked lower body. She watched his eyes shift to below her waist. Moving a little closer to where he sat, she leaned on the bar. “You said your friends weren’t from around here. I took that to mean you were.”

  “Yes ma’am. I live over near Indian Springs. You know where that’s at?”

  Lana didn’t but didn’t want to hear any direction for which she had no need. “I believe so.”

  The young would-be-cowboy curled a finger for her to come closer. She did and he whispered, “Ma’am, I don’t want to be impolite, but what I can see is one of the nicest sight I’ve ever seen. What would be the possibility of seeing the upper half?”

  Lana laughed softly and whispered back, “It might be better than you think. Just wait a moment.”

  She stepped to the outside corner of the bar and looked down both hallways. There was no one there at the present. Stepping back to stand directly in front of the cowboy, she untied the sash and opened the robe, displaying what she like to think of as her Playboy breast.

  The cowboy took a long hard look and laid his head on the bar as if the sight was simply too much. A second later, he lifted it and uttered, “Oh, lordy, lordy, please help me. I can now die happy.” Both he and Lana laughed at his reaction.

  “Do you also do the other…the other…uh…other thing?” He rotated his finger as if to point out some indeterminate part of the house. “Turn tricks?”

  Lana would have liked nothing better than to have told the young man she owned the place or at least she owned half of it, but that wouldn’ont do.

  “For the present, no. I might think about it later.” She wanted to leave her options open.

  “Ok, I guess I can live with that. It’s gonna be hard after what if just saw.” Dropping his voice even lower, he asked, “Can you do me one more favor. Can you turn around so I can see your butt one more time? I only got a glance at it when we came in.”

  Lana had no problem with that. She turned her back to the cowboy and made a play at straightening the bottles on the back counter. She was getting hot from showing herself to the young man. After a couple of minutes, she turned to face the bar and the man on the far side.

  He motioned her close once again. “You have got the best-looking butt I have ever seen. I got a confession to make; I’m somewhat of a butt man. Is there any possibility you could show me your butthole?”

  Lana had no problem with doing what he wanted. Likely, she was getting a customer for life. One she might play with some other time. She just didn’t want anyone seeing her do it. Thinking about it for a moment, she stepped to the end of the bar and looked down both hallways again. Seeing no one there, she moved back in front of the customer, bent over and spread her cheeks. She let him take a good long look. She even made it pucker a couple of times for him.

  She was now as hot as a firecracker. She was wet. She couldn’t help wondering if the cowboy had noted the dampness of her pussy as she was showing him her butthole. Probably not.

  Straightening and turning back to the bar, she laughed and asked the cowboy, “Are you any better now?”

  Wagging his head for side to side, he stated, “No ma’am, I’m not. I was fine when I came here. I wasn’t even horny. Now I want you so bad I can taste you.”

  “Maybe some other time,” Lana answered, still keeping her options open. “Right now, I’m just a cashier.”

  The cowboy let a sad look come over his face, but motioned her closer. “Ma’am, forgive me if I don’t word this just right, but like I told you earlier, I’m somewhat of a butt man. You have got the most delicious looking behind I’ve ever seen. I’d actually like to bend you over and put it up your ass.”

  There was that anal thing.

  Wagging her head, Maggie pursed her lips. “When I said maybe some other time, I wasn’t talking about that. I don’t think I could take anything up my butt.”

  When Lana said she couldn’t take anything up her butt, she wasn’t being totally truthful. She didn’t think she could take a penis. Even before she met the fat man, Mr. Chang had inserted an index finger as far as it would go up her butt on several occasions That was all part of the anal massage. Like the vaginal massage, he worked on the inside as well as the outside.

  “Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I still want to have you the conventual way.”

  “Like I said, maybe next time.”

  Maggie moved away from the bar and stood looking out to the jacuzzi area for a while. The cowboy was getting a good look at her butt. She thought about the cowboy and supposed that if this had been later in the week and Pat was gone, she might have taken him up on his offer. She had long since lost any notion she was cheating on Walter. He forfeited any claims on her when he started cheating himself.

  Suddenly, she had a notion.

  She walked back to stand across from the man with the big hat. “Have you ever seen a dungeon?”

  “No ma’am, but I’ve heard of ‘em.” Curiosity was written all over his face.

  She dropped her voice even more. “We have a small one here. I can show it to you and maybe we can play around.” She tilted her head in the direction Pat had gone. “I’ll tell the other girl she’ll have to watch the front, but we have to pretend it was your notion. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said with alacrity, his eyes lighting up.

  Lana held up a finger and said, “Hold on a minute,” before heading down the hall to find Pat.

  A few minutes later, after darting into the party room and grabbing a couple of condoms out of the bowl, she was leading the cowboy up the same stairs Pat had lead Walter. She was presenting him with the same view with her bare behind and pubic area only a couple of feet from his face as he followed.

  Once they were upstairs and in the darkened room she closed and locked the door. She didn’t see any point in wasting time.

  “Here’s the deal,” she offered, making it sound like a business discussion, “I like to be spanked.” She didn’t mention that she had only been spanked twice. Well, actually, she had been spanked on two different occasions. Gordon had spanked her more than once on both occasion. “Spank me, and then you can fuck me. In the pussy, of course.”

  Co
wboy had no problem with those terms. “Believe it or not, I’ve spanked girls before. I’m pretty good at it. How you want to do it?”

  Lana recalled fantasizing about Gordon’s spanking horse and at the same time thinking about the one here. “I want to see if I can “ride” this horse without it splitting me in half. If I can, you can spank me while I’m on it.”

  Her eyes somewhat dilated, Lana move to one end of the horse and spread her legs the same width to see if her crotch would clear the top. It wouldn’t and she didn’t care for the pain forcing herself to do so would cause.

  “I can see right now that ain’t gonna work,” Cowboy confirmed. “The only other thing I see that’ll work will be for you to either lie on your back on the carpet and hold up your legs or you can get on your knees.”

  Lana opted for her knees to start. They found a light suspended from the ceiling near the X shaped device. Cowboy turned it on so they could see better. Getting down on her knees, Lana turned up her butt, presenting the man with not only a full view of her vagina, but one of the anus he wanted so badly to penetrate.

  “Don’t spank me hard,” Lana instructed him. “I don’t want my butt showing that it’s been spanked. You don’t have to spank very long either. It doesn’t take much to get me really hot.” Damn, she thought, I’m acting like a bitch in heat. On the other hand, after the degradation she’d subjected herself to in the dungeon, nothing could top that.

  The spanking didn’t last very long. Shortly, Lana, like the cowboy, was eager to fuck. She got a surprise when Cowboy slipped out of his pants and shorts to present a penis that had to be at least eight inches in length. A couple of minutes later he had slipped on one of the condoms from the party room and was prepared to penetrate her.

  “I ain’t never seen anything that big,” she said, laying her head back down on the carpet. “I definitely have never taken anything that big. Please go easy. You say you’re a butt man, have you ever put that thing up anybody’s ass?”