I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth

“Do you believe the bitch deserves to be spanked?”

It was five minutes ago. We were still sitting at the table, across from Reagan.

I had just posed that very scandalous question to Gloria’s loyal bodyguard.

There was a flicker in her eyes.

“Yes.”

I took out another napkin. This one was going around Gloria’s mouth.

“Hey- mmffff!”

“Now now. We want you to be quiet now, don’t we? Can’t have you screaming like a banshee when you get what you deserve.”

Gloria calmed down, and nodded.

Reagan took another, quiet step closer. I signaled her to stop.

We had a lucky break. One of the stalls had an “out of order”-sign hanging in front of it.

I grabbed it, and handed it to Reagan. She understood what it was meant for, and attached it on the bathroom front door, outside.

It would be really fucking awkward if someone new walked in right now.

It was also really fucking weird how easily Reagan had agreed to all this. She was such a staunch professional just a few minutes ago. Now she was about to do something deeply unethical.

I used a third napkin to tie up Gloria’s hands behind her back. I gave Reagan a knowing smile, but she didn’t return it. The serious look never left her face.

I wasn’t sure how into is this she was. I didn’t give her one order. Just suggested doing this, and she came along. Perhaps I was still underestimating the animosity she felt towards Gloria?

She was no Rachel. I don’t think she was in this for the sadistic pleasure. Neither did I think she was a secret lesbian with hidden feelings for Gloria. Although one can never be sure about such things. No, the phrase “**** is a dish best served cold” came to mind. This was personal.

She took off her sunglasses and gave the blindfolded princess an icy stare.

“mmfff!” the oblivious bitch muffled. I had no idea what she was trying to say.

“Lean over the sink. Now,” I whispered in her ear.

Gloria settled her body against the cold marble tiling of the bathroom sink. Her young but immaculately curved ass was made its presence known as she slowly bent down.

I gave Reagan a questioning look.

She waved me aside.

I followed her command. After all, if I wanted to make any progress today, I had to play along.

Reagan settled behind Gloria. She took a moment to hardcode the scene in front of her to her memory.

We heard some talking behind the bathroom door. A gaggle of women were closing in, but retreated just before opening the door. Apparently the sign was doing its thing. The sign Gloria knew nothing about.

“Mmmfff!” she panicked all of a sudden, realizing how visible we were.

I leaned into her ear. “Don’t worry, bitch. If someone comes in here, they’re just going to see justice being handed out. No one’s going to save your prissy ass.”

She calmed down, but still tried to stand up. I put a stop to that, by pushing her stomach back against the marble sink.

Reagan didn’t like me touching her anymore than I had to, her scowl made that obvious. But hey, if she wasn’t yet willing to pull the trigger… Either way, I let go of Gloria and she didn’t try to stand up anymore.

After a minute of debating with herself silently, Reagan was finally ready. With some resolved determination, she placed her hands on Gloria’s dress, and then pulled it up. Out came Gloria’s bouncy white ass, wrapped in those sexy red lace panties I had seen in the limo earlier.

Ten minutes ago, I was still sitting across from Reagan.

I couldn’t believe my luck. This was actually going to happen.

“If we are going to do this, there are two rules you are absolutely not allowed to break,” Reagan said with cold eyes. “Only I get to punish her. You will not touch her, like we have already agreed upon. Got it?”

Why? So she wasn’t technically breaking Maria’s rules?

Anyway, it wasn’t important right now. I nodded.

“And another rule.”

Gloria was moaning expectantly, and even shaking her ass a little with lust.

Now this was just my interpretation of Reagan’s motionless facial expressions, but it seemed to me that sexual motivations weren’t there. No, the fact that Gloria was about to enjoy this mattered less to her.

This was about releasing years of pent up frustration.

It was hard to tell what exactly was happening behind those blue, cool eyes, but it finally revealed itself in physical form.

SPANK!

It was the first loud thud of Reagan’s hand connecting with the young girl’s supple buttock.

Gloria didn’t react to it that much.

SPANK!

And another one, on the other buttock.

Barely a reaction this time. Reagan was hardly even leaving prints.

I wonder if Gloria could tell it wasn’t me spanking her?

“Mffarfer!”

It was muffled, but even I could tell what Gloria said. “Harder.”

Reagan understood it too. It was like Gloria had just flicked a light switch in Reagan’s brain. Her eyes went dim.

You see, it was a hard emotional journey Reagan had just taken. Spanking the ass of the person she had been protecting for six years, doing physical harm to the girl. It was not easy, and she was doing it at the cost of her own morals.

And Gloria complained that it wasn’t hard enough.

If Gloria wanted it hard, she was about to get it hard. Playtime was over.

Reagan was finally showing some facial expressions.

She was furious.

She wound up both of her hands, and then let them rain on her ass like God’s judgment.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

It was insane.

It was harder than any woman I had ever spanked.

She went from 0 to 100 in less than 10 seconds.

And just like that, we left the realm of fun bdsm spanking to full on punishment spanking.

“FMFMFMFMFMMMFFF!”

Gloria obviously noticed too, and couldn’t comprehend the change of pace. She desperately tried saying something, and I had a feeling it was garbled mess even without the napkin-gag.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Every single spank that Reagan rained on Gloria’s ass was merciless. It was like she wanted to take it from the place of sexual pleasure to just pure pain.

Every hand movement swift and precise. The bodyguard martial arts skills that she had learned were put into use. And she wasn’t showing signs of exhaustion. Gloria’s ass was on the verge of getting permanent tattoos of Reagan’s hand on her ass.

“mfffmfmfmfmfm” Gloria was starting to sound at lot weaker. And tears were already dropping through the blindfold.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPA-

I had to stop it. This went way, way too far.

I managed to pull Reagan from Gloria’s ass.

I slammed her against the bathroom stall, and looked deep into her eyes, as if silently asking “What the hell are you doing, woman?”

The spell she was under was finally breaking, and I could see some life returning to her.

It was like she was finally realizing what she had done. In front of her she saw the almost purple ass of Gloria and heard her whiny sobs.

It was too much for her. She quickly moved out of the bathroom in shame.

I followed her.

Reagan looked like she was ready to leave the entire establishment, but I stopped her in front of the bathroom door. The door was closed now, so we could speak quietly without Gloria hearing us.

“Stop,” I said as I grabbed her by her jacket.

Reagan turned to me, looking almost teary-eyed herself. “What?”

“Where exactly are you going?”

“…I don’t… I need to think. Just let me think, okay?” She was clearly frazzled over this.

“You need to finish what you started.”

“…Excuse me?”

“She’s in pain. And not the fun kind of pain. Her ass is in need of some gentler loving now. Maybe if you were to lick it a little she’d feel better?”

Her expression told me that she was looking at a lunatic. As I expected her to.

“Um, no. This wasn’t sexual. I never need to do this again. So forget all that.”

“I can’t,” I said, while pulling up my phone.

I played a video for her. Of her.

Yeah, of course I had filmed her spanking Gloria’s ass like it was a pair of drums.

I know blackmailing by film evidence is cliché, but it’s a classic because it always works.

Her reaction to it was fairly novel, however.

She quickly grabbed me by the throat, and took a hold of my phone.

Before I could even barely say anything, she had deleted the video off my phone.

Which would be sad, if I was less prepared.

“you ever…” I said, with effort, as her hand was still around my throat, “heard of… cloud upload?”

With that, she quickly navigated to my Cloud. Only to find it was password-protected. Hey, living this kind of life, I had to be careful these days. That account held all kinds of **** videos already.

“What’s the password?” she asked calmly, but I knew she was ****.

“want to… interrogate me? Careful… not to leave any… bloodstains in this fancy… place…”

And with that, it was effectively over.

If this was an alley in the middle of the night with her revolver on my head, I would tell the password in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t, though.

I held all the cards.

She let go off my throat. I coughed a little.

“Okay…” I started. “If you leave this place without doing exactly what I say, this video goes to Maria’s email box. Are we clear?”

“What’s clear is that you will not be safe after today. I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make it my personal mission to destroy you.”

Oh fuck. That sounded really, really bad. I didn’t need this kind of an enemy. Any more of them, I mean.

“Well I guess the question is, who are you more afraid of, me or Maria?”

That got her quiet.

But I knew it was just rhetoric. She could still surprise me on that dark alley someday and beat the password out of me.

“You have a wrong line of thinking there. You and me… We can work together. We can bring down the Diamanti family.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just picture this. You laying down, on a patio next to a pool, while Gloria Diamanti licks your toes clean. And if she’s not doing a good enough job, you can throw your drink in her face and all she can say is ‘I’m sorry, ma’am.’”

She was thinking it. She had that far-away look in her eyes.

“And then… You order her to bring in her mother. Together they make fairly adequate work of your toes, so much so that you allow them to sleep indoors this time.”

“Oh shut up. That’s insane. Something like that can never happen.”

“Aha. Well, you can either seek to destroy me or see with your own eyes the miracles I’m making come true. Like that Gloria’s purple ass is still hanging over that sink. Either way you’ll never get this video from me. I’ll put it in so many places and with so many trusted people you’ll never chase it down. And if something happens to me one day… Well you’ll know where it ends up.”

Yeah right. As if I had ‘trusted people’.

But it was believable enough. At least I didn’t hear Reagan argue back.

And that dream scenario… She was getting nowhere near it. In fact she would be one of the footlickers. The cleaning of my toes would be a three-person job, minimum.

“But now you work for me. And I want to see you lick that ass.”

She was still hesitating.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you bite into it as well.”

She was a little disgusted at the thought, but I guess causing Gloria pain would make the ordeal bearable. She sighed, and opened up the bathroom door again. (REAGAN: +20SP) (-53SP)

Now then. Reagan was finally in play. Seems that her starting number was -73, but I already managed to chip 20 points from it. Still… It once again showed to me how useful my “Commanding Aura” trait is. I could be 73 points further ahead by now. Should have planned better for the chaperone.

Gloria was still sobbing against the sink. She did hear the bathroom door open up, though, and turned her head towards it.

“mmmfmck?”

I think she asked for my name, with her pathetic whine.

I pet her hair a little bit. She had gone through a lot in a very small while, and it was time for some softer love. She responded really well, almost purring the moment I laid my hands on her head.

“Good girl.”

Meanwhile, Reagan knelt behind Gloria. Her purple ass was filling her vision by now.

I took my hand off Gloria’s head, and nodded towards Reagan.

Once Reagan had resolved to do this, there was no point holding it back anymore. She laid her tongue on her burning ass, and made slow, wet strides along her buttocks. She was truly tasting the what the spanked ass of a privileged princess tasted like. It was like the supple flesh was like delectable treat in the blonde’s mouth, a truly worthy dining experience in a five-star restaurant as this.

She probably didn’t feel the same, based on her expression. This had to be easily the most humiliating thing she had ever done, and she let it be known by staring daggers at me. Gloria on the other hand was really surprised. She never thought I’d be worshiping her ass like that, and slowly her pain was turning into pleasure.

I wasn’t the one doing the worshiping, though.

And I didn’t want her thinking that.

Twenty minutes ago, I was still sitting across Reagan at the dining table.

“And another rule,“ she had started. “She can never, ever know it was me.”

Reagan said with such a serious tone that it left me with chills.

But that was then, and this is now.

Fuck rules.

I pulled down Gloria’s blindfold.