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Six of Diamonds!

Ashley gasps and grabs her mouth. “Oh fuck no! Not this too! It can’t be!”

Even you are bit surprised, “I guess the fates really want to see your ass whipped. Let me see a jack, king and now the card you cheated with, that is forty-eight, only two shy of the max.”

A bit out of character, Ashley doesn’t complain further or even wait for your directions, but silently goes to her bedroom and returns with a large 18 inch wooden ruler.

As you look over the ruler you comment, “forty-eight with this is going sting.” Ashley remains silent.

“Right then,” you speak up. “Before I take this to your ass you still owe me your top.” You stretch out an open hand.

Again, there is no debate from Ashley. Instead she unceremoniously grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls it up and off. Underneath is a simple push up bra.

Ashley puts her hands on her hips trying to be courageous. By her pale complexion and occasional shivering you can see she is very uncomfortable. Ashley’s body is amazing, however. Your eyes slowly go down her torso, from her ample cleavage to her sexy ripped abdomen. Even through her bra you can see her nipples are rock hard. She doesn’t move or comment as you obviously look her over. At her jeans your eyes stop.

Deciding to see if you can rattle her from her stoic demeanor you ask, “Don’t you think wearing blue jeans during a judicial spanking is kind of cheating?”

You stare into her eyes, which causes her to avoid your glaze. She quickly recovers but now stares beyond you, avoiding direct eye contact. A bead of cold sweat rolls down Ashley’s forehead and her upper lip quivers a bit, but she keeps her cool. Impressed that she is still remaining strong you prepare for her expected counter argument.

With an anxious exhale Ashley responds in a **** clam voice. “Yes, that makes sense.” You raise an eyebrow; you have never heard Ashley agree with you before, ever. She continues, “Since my ass to is to be spanked for cheating, having it protected would be cheating itself.” With that Ashley’s hands come off her hips and she unbuttons her pants and strips them off revealing a high cut red thong.

After placing her pants on the couch Ashley turns to face you again. Though trying to remain strong in an ever worsening situation she can’t bring herself to look at you and instead stares at the floor. Briefly she cross her arms in front of her torso trying to cover herself, but quickly she is able to **** her hands back on her hips, presenting her bikini clad for your visual inspection. She clears her voice and asks, “Is wearing a thong during my spanking acceptable?”

Though shocked by her actions, you retain your poker face. “You know that 48 spanks with this ruler on what is essentially your bare ass is going to really, really hurt? I knew a guy in the Corp who was hazed with 40 strikes on his pants, he was on pain meds for a week.”

Her hands clench into her hips as she builds up the strength to answer. You guess she is trying to devise her best argument to ask for some sort of leniency, if it is good one, you decide to grant it.

“I guess I deserve this,” her trembling voice breaks the silence. “I confess I cheated on the first flush too, with a Jack of Diamonds, the first card I just pulled, no less. I have never cheated on anything as an adult before, but I was so scared that I might have to strip for you, I paniced. Fate, as you said, has caught up with me, and I ready to pay for my crimes.”