A reasonable offer

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

I didn’t actually make it back to the coffeeshop. The weather was still good, and plenty of activity was going on in the park. As girls found it harder and harder to find men willing to please their insatiable lust, many of them had decided to play with each other instead. One couple in particular caught my eye. One was an older woman, maybe my age, though still attractive and dressed in the new sexual fashion of the street now; the other could have been her daughter, even wearing pigtails. They were lying down on a lawn, in opposite directions, so that their heads were at the level of the crotch of the other. Their tongues were out, licking eachother.

I found a bench nearby and sat down to watch them. The younger girl was obviously not very experienced at this, doing little else than moving her tongue up and down the clit of the older woman. The reverse attention was much more subtle; the woman used a subtle combination of nibbles, licks, and sucks to create a symphony of pleasure for her younger friend, who was moaning in rapture. It was clear that she was close to orgasm, but the rules obviously prevented her from going there without male permission. I was the only man around to pay any attention to the picturesque scene. The girl noticed me, and sent a begging glance my way. I just shook my head though, and lit a cigarette as I enjoyed watching them balancing on the edge of release, enjoying the feeling of control that it was entirely in my hands.

The idea of me watching them obviously aroused them even further. The moaning increased, and even the older woman seemed to have trouble containing herself now. Both still sent begging glances my way now and then, with an increasing expression of urgency and despair, but I kept shaking my head when they did.

“Is she your daughter?” I asked. The woman nodded, then managed to utter in between licks: “Nancy, nineteen years old. Do you fancy her? She would love you to take her…”

“That’s motherhood. Always looking for the best for your kid, eh? “ I meant it in jest, but she nodded seriously as if I had just spoken a deep truth.

“My husband usually grants her permissions when she wants them, but he’s away on a business trip right now. It is very hard for her. ”

Nancy didn’t speak, but her yearning expression confirmed her mother’s statement.

I asked: “So how about the fourth rule? About the spanking afterwards?”

“Well, she obviously offers her ass to him afterwards like the rule says, but he never took the offer. He’s a very kind and gentle man, you see…”

“What, you think that is gentle? Don’t you think she would enjoy a bit of good ol’ hanky panky?”

Both women looked baffled, so I continued: “Why do you think that rule is there in the first place? An old fashioned spanking is the best way to reinvigorate a girl, and fetch her from the depression of release, when arousal has dropped to its lows in the afterglow of orgasm… the sharp stings on a battered ass will quickly get her juices flowing again!”

Nancy’s eyes were like saucers now, and she said: “What… you mean… by hurting me? I can’t really believe that! How can it be exciting to receive pain and humiliation?“

“Heh… you want me to show you that? You want me to give you permission and take my prize for it?“

Nancy hesitated, and her mother added: “Go on, love… this gentleman’s offer seems very gracious… You can cum, and then see if his theory actually works out!”

Nancy was almost ready to agree, when Barbie suddenly appeared. She was dressed in a mini skirt which hardly reached her thighs, and no sign of panties underneath it. Her bosom was squeezed into a tight T-shirt, and it was clearly visible that her nipples were erect and attentive. Long fishnet stockings and 6-inch stilettos completed her outfit. Her affectionate smile reached from ear to ear as she addressed me: “Well hello there, Sir! It is so good to see you, I had such a great time with you yesterday!”

“Yeah, it was fine with me as well! So how is your ass today? Did it recover a bit from my handling? “

“Well, it is still a bit sore… but it was absolutely worth it! And, you know, being a bit sore means I remember your generous gift all the time, the marvelous orgasm you allowed me to have… and that memory makes my pussy drip again, hungry for more. Shall we play again? “

“Not so fast, Barbie. “ I pointed at Nancy, who had been listening attentively to our little exchange, and said: “This girl here has some doubts about that… she’s only been given releases by her father, and by some misguided sense of love for his daughter he never used his spanking rights, afterwards. I just offered to administer her first, but she’s **** to try… maybe you can help convince her? It would surely help if you showed her the beautiful marks a spanking leaves on an ass!”

“Oh well yes, of course!” Barbie turned away from Nancy, bent over and shoved her tiny skirt up for the negligible distance needed to reveal her ass. I had only had time to handle her right buttock yesterday, so the left one was just plain and smooth. That contrasted sharply with the right one, which was lavishly adorned with markings. Bruising under the skin had turned them in various dark shades of red, purple, and blue. In several places, the imprint of my hand was clearly recognizable. Nancy’s expression was both unsettled and curious. Her mother was still licking her clit, and she still chilled in the vicinity of orgasm as well, so an aroused component was absolutely there as well. As a matter of demonstration, I slapped the pristine buttock, which resulted in a muffled moan from Barbie’s mouth, and a red imprint of my hand flaring up a second later. Nancy watched in amazement.

I made my final argument to Nancy: “Well, what do you think? Orgasm permission, and a spanking? Cause if you’re not interested, I’ll play with Barbie here for a bit now…”