Fear

For Betty, on the other hand, what first started as anger had morphed into fear. She hadn’t really meant to throw it, it was an instant reaction to the situation. She wanted to say she was sorry but couldn’t force herself to say it. She just stood there, not truly knowing what Paul would do next.

By the time Betty even got the courage up to move, Jennifer had arrived at the table. �You’re going to need these.� Jennifer handed half the napkins to Betty and handed the other half to Jerry.

Betty accepted the napkins and just stood there gripping them in her hand. She set them down on the table and picked up the now empty soda can and set it on the table, too. She then picked up one of the napkins and started drying off Paul’s face, all the while remaining silent.

Paul wasn’t really mad but he decided not to let Betty know. He was a little embarrassed and he wanted to push Betty. �Well?� he asked. �What do you have to say for yourself?�

Betty kept frantically trying to dry him off. �I’m sorry, Master,� she said in a small voice.

�You’re sorry? All I did was this.� Paul reached out and again gently squeezed the girl’s pussy. But this time he accidentally pressed his thumb in and felt how wet she was. �So, that’s it,� he added. He pushed her away. �I’ll get myself cleaned up. I think you deserve a spanking and then something to make up for what happened.�

He stood up and moved his chair out from the table. He finished with the extra napkins that Jennifer brought and took Betty by the wrist, drawing her, unresisting, over his lap. She put her hands on the floor to hold herself steady. Paul wasted no time in starting a rapid-fire staccato of smacks on Betty’s bare bottom.

She was soon squirming and pleading with him but worse than the spanking was the way it was increasing her desire. He couldn’t even imagine the humiliation if she started to cum. The spanking didn’t last long and, perversely, she was sorry that it stopped so soon.

�Get up,� Paul told her. Then he also stood up and moved the chair close to the table. �Stand on the chair,� he told Betty. When she had complied, he ordered, �Now get up on the table.�

By the time Betty had climbed up on the lunch table, everyone was staring. Her bottom was red from the spankings and she was trying to hide her pussy, now glistening and swollen.