She spits on you

Just as you're expecting her to open her mouth to engulf your manhood, the inexperienced waitress spits a gob of saliva onto the top of your shaft, clearly hoping to avoid putting her tongue into contact with the object so recently plundering her gaping rectum. You react immediately.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing, you disgusting girl? How dare you show such disrespect by spitting on me?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I was just trying to get it wet."

"Then suckle and lick it, like any normal young lady. Anyone would think your mouth was too good for me."

"I'm sorry. I'll never spit on anyone ever again and I'd be honoured to use my mouth on you, whenever you'd let me."

"Lie on your back," you say sternly, picking up her ruler.

The tanned brunette complies, lying flat on your bed, corner to corner, legs together and arms by her sides, palms flat on the bedspread, her eyes following you with expectant apprehension.

Your erection has softened slightly with the distraction and you're eager to get back to the action, so you do something a bit unusual.

"Amy, I'm going to have you tip me while I'm spanking you, alright? Normally, the two phases of chastisement are separated so you can concentrate fully on each and gain the greatest possible benefit, but you're a bright girl and I'm sure you'll cope."

"Yes, thank-you, sir. I'll try my best."

"Good," you say, straddling the eighteen year old's exceedingly pretty face. "Now, toss my salad and get your tongue right up in my arse like you're hunting for truffles."

You lower yourself onto your guest, who gives a little squeak before tentatively exploring your sweaty arse crack.

"Don't be shy," you continue, certain that this tip will help her prepare psychologically to take a dick from her bum to her mouth without prevarication. "Make love to my shit hole. Kiss it and suck at it, lick it and worship it. Ah, that's good. I'm only going to give you two smacks, so there's no need to count out loud or thank me for each one, but they'll be hard, so hold still."

Amy's boobies are rather flattened by her position, but still make inviting targets. You aim the ruler sideways across the middle of one tit, covering the aureole entirely and almost squashing the mound into her chest. You were going to change hands for the reverse stroke, but Amy screams into your rear end and clutches the battered boob with both hands, drawing her knees up to her chest in a rough approximation of the foetal position. The only positive thing you can say for her reaction is that as soon as the scream abates, she returns to licking your bum hole with an eagerness bordering on desperation.

You pull her legs up with one hand and start to smack the back of her thighs with the ruler.

"Get—" *SMACK!* "—back—" *SMACK!* "—in—" *SMACK!* "—position—" *SMACK!* "—and—" *SMACK!* "—stay—" *SMACK!* "—there—" *SMACK!* "—until—" *SMACK!* "—I—" *SMACK!* "—tell you—" *SMACK!* "—to stop." *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

The angle makes it impossible to spank with as much **** as you struck her breast, but the message still gets through and she puts her arms back by her sides and thrusts her chest upwards, seeming to invite the coming discipline. You release her legs and they drop straight back into position.

"On second thoughts, count these in your head."

You smash the metal strip down on the same boob twice in quick succession, each one sending a shock wave through her body to the tips of her toes, then alternate for the next three and finish with two on the first side once more. The ruler is sufficiently wide for three stripes to virtually cover one tit, which you did twice to the first of her boobies, but the second only received chastisement across the nipple. Through her tan, it's impossible to see the discolouration caused by the bruising which must have occurred, but you can tell which breast received the lion's share of the thrashing, because it has swollen almost twice as much as its twin.

Your prick is as hard as the steel of the ruler you've been wielding and you rise from the young woman's face to see with delight that she's been weeping profusely.

"Thank-you for spanking me six times on one breast and twice on the other for disrespecting you, sir," she warbles tearfully, "and for allowing me to, er, toss your salad at the same time."