stick to the spanking forfeit....

"Two cards," you say. You just want to get out of here with your dignity intact.

Jennifer passes you two cards which are, in truth, pretty useless. You try to hide your disappointment. After all, three of a kind, its still not a bad hand. If there wasn't so much riding on it, you'd actually be very confident.

Jennifer only takes one card, and looks quite pleased with it. You have a feeling that she's been bluffing all night, although she's very hard to read.

"Well then, what have you got?"

Jennifer grins. "Enough to beat you!"

"I doubt that, little girl! I'm getting my clothes back any minute now."

"'Little girl'!" Jennifer snorts. "I'll show you 'little girl'."

"Aww, did that rattle your cage?"

"Hardly." She pauses. "I'm going to make you an offer."

"An offer?"

She leans forward, smirking, showing her cleavage. "You're all bravado. I know you want me to spank you, to put you in your place. Your erection makes it painfully obvious. I just want you to admit it. Fold your hand, now. Tell me you want a spanking, admit it. I'll take you over my knee and give you what you want, make you cry and beg a little. But I'll take it easy on you, make sure you enjoy it. And I won't take any photos of your rosy ass afterwards. Your shame will be out little secret."

"But - if you insist on playing the hand, if you insist on being beaten at cards... well, I've got stamina, boy, and I can make you squirm and kick and cry, believe me. And I'll spank you until you're begging me. Broken. And I'll record it. Every. Single. Slap. And every single beg. On video, for my friends, and maybe one or two of the lucky girls at work."

She sits back again with a smile. "So, come on, just tell me how much you want the spanking."