The end (Slut)

After quite a few fucks, it was 4 o'clock and Slut returned to the bum with today's income.

They went to her room and he proceeded to count the money.

He was pleased with the amount of 400 bucks and also impressed with her ability to please at least 8 men. She told him that she'd actually fucked 4 men, 2 of which were a group job, yet they all insisted in paying more than she charged.

The bum praised her for her aptitude, yet punished her for taking too much time for her customers.

"You slow slut! I'll make you speed up for next time!" he yelled at her and quickly proceeded with her punishment.

"I'll spank you 50 times and my prior command about your pleasure and acceptance is reverted during that time. Now undress and bend over my knees!"

She did so, and suddenly broke out in tears, even before his hands touched her butt. Why? Why was all of this happening? Why was she following his commands? For the first time in her, admittetly short life, Slut felt fear and disgust.

And then the spanking began. Slut had to count every slap and cried while doing so. In between slaps, she pleaded for his forgiveness, but he was unrelenting, unleashing full **** strikes down on her nice bottom.
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"T..t..TEEEEN!" she cried, sobbing uncrontrollably. This wasn't fair, she did so good! She brought more money than he expected, yet he punished her. SHe hated this cruel man!
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"N...NINETEEN!" Her sobs began to subside. She slowly began to accept her punishment. After all, she did something wrong, didn't she?
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"Twentyfive!" Yes, it was true. she deserved it. She didn't serve enough customers, so she was punished.
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"Th--ah-thirtytwo.." What? Why was she moaning? Was she...enjoying it? That was not possible. She was not told to feel pleasure from this. Yet she did. Could it be that...that was her true self?
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"Thirty--ohmygod-thirtynine!" Every slap drove another gasp out of her. Her pussy was sodden and red, she had welts on her bottom and every slap stung more than the prior, yet she was wetter than ever.
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"F..F..F..FOURTEEEAAAAHTWO" Her voice rose, she bucked against his slaps, anticipated each one, wanted it to sting more, savored the pain, because the more pain she felt, the more pleasure she gained.
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"FIIIIIFTYYYYYYY!!" she finally cried, orgasming uncontrollably. She didn't care if she was punished again for that, in fact, she wanted to be punished again.

But the bum seemed quite pleased and let her lie on the bed. He went back to the bar to await Whore's return. Slut slowly recovered and went to the toilet to fix herself for bed. This was her, she thought while looking into the mirror. This tear- and sperm-smeared redhead, this make-up smeared face, erect nipples, red ass and raw-fucked pussy was her. And she knew that she would be happy like that.

THE END.

[I can't stand the fact that these huge, bloated stories have so many ramifications, yet so few endings. So I wanted to start and give at least a few of them a proper ending.]