She has not yet begun to serve

The quartet broke into chuckles as the door clicked closed behind the new couple leaving and Vyki could help but giggle infectiously with them. “You guys are horrible,” Ian admonished with his own laugh.

“I don’t think it was just us,” Lance replied, “I think this little slut was doing a good job getting them in trouble, too.” Vyki looked at him with shock. “Oh, don’t tell me you weren’t staring at his crotch.”

Vyki felt like she had to quip back, “well, he’s not the only one with a hard on,” glancing down at his lap.

“So, you were looking,” Lance teased back with a chuckle. Vyki tried to think of a clever retort but couldn’t figure out some way not to dig herself deeper and just hung her head as blush ran over her face. Lance then turned up the charm and placed his hand under chin to move her face to look at him, “besides, a girl as hot and sexy as you are going to cause any man to get hard,” and then pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Vyki surprised herself in returning the kiss, oddly turned on by the sexy complement and attention from the man and was slightly disappointed when he broke the kiss. “Thank you, Vyki,” Lance started.

Breathlessly lost in her lust, Vyki replied, “no, thank you, Mr. Lance,” and then returned the kiss moaning a little as he gently pushed her away. “Alright, I think I need to share you around before you tempt me into breaking your ‘no cock’ rule, temptress.”

Vyki blushed as she stood up realizing what it meant, and only briefly grinned briefly before she heard Doc Mock say, “after that display, I could use some hydration. Get me a water, slut.”

Vyki blushed at him, “yes, Doc Mock, Sir. One water coming up.” Vyki said strutting out feeling herself almost enjoying cocking her hips as she left. Alone in her walk to the fridge, Vyki mulls over what she was just going through. Was she actually enjoying it or was it just the endorphins and still locked up? Is she just playing the part, or did she actually enjoy the spanking? Was she actually enjoying the attention? However, Vyki finally burst out of thought as she realized she was opening up the door back to the play area with the cold bottle in her hand; she didn’t even remember opening the fridge.

Plastering a smile back on her face, she glanced around and saw the four men’s heads all turned to look at her, almost hungry in their stares. She dropped her head blushing as she continued to strut over to Mock. Handing the bottle to him, she leaned over, “your water, Doc Mock, Sir.”

Mock looked at her smugly and said, “thank you, slut.” Vyki leaned in and kissed him, “no, thank you, Sir.”

Vyki stood up and took a few steps towards her pillow, but a chill went down her body as she heard Mock say, “did you really think that pace was okay?” Vyki’s eyes went wide.

She had no idea how long she had been gone. She couldn’t even remember walking through the feast room and leaning into the fridge. Was her pace really that slow. She slowly turned around and timidly asked, “how long was I gone, Sir?”

“It was better, but did you still took 15 seconds too long,” Mock explained. Vyki immediately did the math and was not looking forward to even 3 more swats. Mock could read that on her face and gave her an option, “I’m willing to give you an alternative.”

“Yes, Sir?” Vyki asked tentatively.

“Rather than a swat for each 5 seconds, I’m willing to let you make out with me for 5 seconds,” Mock was thrilled to see the scared look on the girl’s face. “It's hardly a punishment, I know, but I think it's fair repayment for making me wait.”

Vyki was suddenly very conflicted. Kissing a guy shouldn’t be a big deal, but volunteering for it seemed like a step further than she wanted to. However, her ass was still tender from Lances few, yet harsh, swats; she was not looking to extend that.

“So, what will it be smooching, or spanking?” Mock teased.

Vyki swallowed hard and quietly said, “kissing.”

“What was that, slut? If I can’t hear it, it’s not an answer.”

Vyki breathed deeply and clearly said, “I’d rather kiss you, Sir.”

“Alright,” Mock said patting his lap, “come over here, girl.”

Vyki slowly strutted over to him and slowly sat down tentatively near his knees trying to stay away from his crotch with a bulge he didn’t seem to be even attempting to hide. Vyki wrapped her hands around his neck and started to lean in.

Mock put his finger up over her lips and she stopped surprised as he held back her head with a single finger. “A couple of quick points,” Mock stated for clarity, “I said ‘make out’ not just kissing, so I expect to use tongue and you better not be just a dead fish, or you get double the spankings. And secondly, this is not a permanent option. If you don’t show improvement in your service, this will go away and if the others choose not to allow it, you’ll still get spankings, so you still need to make sure you’re doing your best. Understood?”

Vyki nodded her head feeling childlike and extra foolish as Mock’s finger was still covering her lips.

“Alright then,” Mock said as he moved his finger away and waited for Vyki to move the rest of the way in.

Vyki leaned in and began kissing him. In short order, his tongue pushed through his lips, and she readily parted her lips to accept it. As per her instructions, Vyki continued to tease his tongue with hers; closing her eyes she envisioned kissing Molly to try to make it not so rough. However, his stubble quickly ruined that illusion, so she tried to remember making out with Lou. Remembering him jumping on her as she entered the motel room, she gasped in her breath and pushed her tongue back into Mock’s mouth.

For the next several seconds, Mock continued to aggressively kiss her as she responded. They easily went over the expected ‘15’ seconds before Ian finally jumped in and said, “alright, times up, kids.” As Vyki slowly pulled back, panting from him, Vyki giggled nervously realizing what she had done.

“Damn, you are a hot slut,” Mock complemented as she stood up. With a jolt of confidence, Vyki strutted back to her pillow before sensually sitting down, her back straight as she smirked knowing they were staring at her.

Vyki was staring forward towards the room but not really watching anything in particular until she heard Ian clear his throat and say, “Vyki, take this bottle and go get me a cookie.”

Vyki stood up saying, “yes, Sir Ian, I will throw the bottle away and get you a cookie.”

“Go ahead and grab my bottle,” Gin instructed.

After grabbing Ian’s bottle, Vyki replied, “yes, Sir Gin, I will throw your bottle away too.”

As she took his bottle, Gin said, “thank you, Vyki.” Vyki realized he was trying to trip her up by asking before she left, but she turned back to him and said, “no, thank you, Sir Gin,” and bent down to kiss him before leaving.

Vyki then proceeded back to the feast room to take care of the bottles and get Ian’s cookie. As she walked in, she saw Haidee getting a drink and walking around. “Hey, Haidee! How are you doing?” Vyki said as she tossed the bottles in the trash can.

“Hey, Vyki. Doing alright, just needed a breather before going back at it,” Haidee replied as she took a sip. “You might want to throw those bottles in recycling though.”

Vyki stopped and noticed the blue trash can on the other side of the table, “oh, guess I missed that,” and proceeded over to the snacks to find a cookie.

“Your funeral,” Haidee replied, “but don’t expect me to take the ass whoppin’ when Miss H notices them.”

Vyki stopped in her tracks, “what do you mean?”

“Miss H is a big green neck,” Haidee explained. Vyki knew that she was a big environmentalist, but not sure what Haidee meant. “Last time she caught a subbie tossing recyclings in the trash, she put them on the rack and took out her cat o’nine.”

Vyki giggled, “right,” as she took a couple of steps and then saw Haidee’s very serious and worried looking face as she glanced at the girl’s room. Standing silently, she could hear Heather’s boisterous voice describing the facilities and cleaning routines, but getting louder as she approached the door. Vyki quickly turned around and carefully grabbed the two bottles resting on top of discards. Barely touching them with her manicured fingers she quickly tossed them in the blue tub as she heard the door open and Heather announce, “and that area is a safe space for any of our women or female identifying guests as long as the behave appropriately; strictly no Doms allowed.”

Heather turned and noticed Vyki walking to the snack table. “Good girl, Vyki. It's important to respect Mother Earth.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki said as she picked up a chocolate chip cookie with a napkin.

“Let’s go make sure Travis hasn’t gotten into too much trouble in the Den,” Heather said guiding Sarah out of the room. Sarah seemed to glare at Vyki as she walked out of the room.

“I don’t think that bitch likes you, Vyki,” Haidee observed.

“Ya, her guy seemed to have a thing for my outfit,” Vyki gestured.

Haidee just laughed, “or what’s in it,” before she turned into the girl’s room herself.

Feeling Heather and Sarah had walked far enough away, Vyki headed back to the play area to deliver the cookie.

Stepping in Vyki saw the guys all turn to face her again. Stepping over she handed the cookie to Ian, “your cookie, Sir Ian.”

“Thank you, Vyki,” Ian replied. Vyki then leaned over and routinely said, “no, thank you, Sir Ian,” and gave him a kiss.

“Did you stop off at the post office, Vyki,” Mock announced?

‘Crap!’ Vyki thought as she realized everything she did.

“That was 40 seconds too long, even giving you some time to toss the bottles.”

Even though Ian was a nice guy, Vyki was not interested in getting spanked again, even gently.

“So, what is it, Ian,” Lance asked, “swats or kisses?”

“Hrmmm,” Ian says contemplatively, “you know, she may prefer the spanking actually.” Ian then looked over at the timid looking Vyki. “Plead your punishment and if I am compelled, I’ll agree to it.”

Vyki knew exactly what he was after and while she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of begging the man, she found it less egregious than being spanked. Turning on her most sultry of voices, she leaned down and looked at Ian before bowing her head, “oh, please, Sir Ian, please let this poor, silly slut worship your tongue as pittance for her discretion.” Raising her eyes to look up through her lashes, “please, Sir Ian, show mercy.”

Ian’s eyes were wide as he squeaked out his own, “yup,” before clearing his throat, “yea, that sounds good.”

“Yipee,” Vyki said in celebration as she sat on Ian’s lap without even thinking about it. Suddenly realizing that she was celebrating being rewarded with begging a man to make out with her by actually making out with him, Vyki became very timid. However, looking into Ian’s soft eyes, she realized he was actually waiting for her before he started. Rather than prolonging this further, Vyki leaned in and started kissing Ian.

Before long she was kissing him deeply and they were quickly dancing with their tongues. Vyki didn’t even realize how hot and deep was getting into until she felt him nibbling on her neck as they heard a beeping and Mock announce, “times up, slut. You did good.”

Flush with heat and desire, Vyki bashfully sat up and tried to act like she was fixing her hair as she got her barrings trying to gather her balance. As she was about to stand up, she heard Ian passively say, “thanks, Vyki,” as he was adjusting his shirt. Vyki paused her brushing and glanced up seeing Gin smirk at her expectantly. Vyki turned to Ian who wasn’t even looking at her, and said earnestly, “no, thank you, Sir Ian.” Ian looked up at her in surprise and she leaned in to kiss him. She ripped herself away and quickly moved over to sit at her pillow staring at the floor trying to figure out what she was doing.