Spanks is the Bar & My Ass is the Cover Charge

I pretend to need help with my leather body harness

I was not aware of all the leather straps and body harness when I first agreed to this very bizarre punishment option. Actually, in my haste, I was unaware of every part of this punishment.

Pretty sure, had I taken the time to actually listen, I still would have said yes. Just would have preferred to know. I’ve never played any spanking games, giving or receiving, so this is all totally new to me.

With twenty-seven unpaid parking tickets, which I can explain every one of them, I was facing jail time of up to a month. Just before sentencing, one of the Court Room Guards stepped up to whisper something to the Judge.

After listening, the Judge says, “Christine, I was just reminded of a newer type of community service that you may choose to accept in lieu of jail time if you’re interested?”

“Of course I’m interested! Lets do that instead.”

Judge Williams adds, “We haven’t given you the details and this is only an option with your full consent.”

“I’m giving my consent.”

A day later, the Manager Alan, greeted me at the back door, brought me to a changing room and handed me my “required attire”. It included: black thigh highs, tiny lace panty and matching bra. Then he handed me the harness, which I thought was something to use on a horse?

Looking back at him confused, he asks, “Do you need one of the waitresses to help you put it on?”

I’m sure I could have figured it out, but after noticing every single waitress was totally hot, I agreed to get some help. Heather was in a few moments later and had her soft hands all over my naked flesh.

There wasn’t any confusion on how to put on panties, a bra or nylons, but Heather was so eager and willing, I let her dress me like her own full size Barbie doll. She flipped the harness around with little effort, looping it over my head first.

Then as she tightened and buckled each strap, her fingers were all over me. I couldn’t help but let out random gasps as strap after strap was adjusted and pulled tighter by this sexy lady.

Unable to control myself, I toss out, “You come here often?”

To which she replied with a confused look, “I work here?”

I was sad for a second, until her eyes lit up and she adds, “You were hitting on me?”

Giving her a smile and a nod, she blushes a little.

“Well maybe after you get unstrapped from the bar, we could get a drink?”

Unstrapped from the bar? “Wait? What?”

“Hurry up in there Heather! It’s almost opening time!”

Heather quietly walked me out to the bar and gave me a cute wink before heading off to finish pre-open prep. My eyes were still following her nice little ass as the Manager Alan, ruins my fantasy.

“Ok, get on and lay face down.”

Turning around, I notice the bar has both wrist and ankle cuffs bolted to the top. This is the middle of the main bar with f’n spotlights above it. “Um? Aren’t I going to get spanked or something in a back room somewhere?”

“Do you prefer jail time? Seems you’re into my waitress and all. I’m sure there’s some equally slutty numbers in jail. Or — you can get on my bar and lay face down.”

Not wanting to go to jail or miss out on a drink later with Heather, I climb up onto the bar and lay down in the obvious position. Putting my wrists into the straps, the Manager closes and buckles them closed before I have a chance to change my mind.

Moving along the bar, the length of my outstretched body, he repeats the process on my ankles, effectively making me part of the bar. He moves again, letting his hand slide from my ankle, to my calf and the back of my knee, which made me giggle and squirm a little.

“Well that’s good to know,” comments Alan, with a smirk.

“Oh no you don’t. I agreed to a spanking to avoid jail time. Not tickling!”

Continuing his hand slide up the back of my thigh, sending a tingle into my pussy, his strong hand finally ends, centered on my left ass cheek. He keeps it there motionless as he strikes up a conversation with me.

“So why are you so naughty Christine?”

Alan skipped right past the weather and the come here often question like my failed joke. His very first question made me horny vs. locating the door for an early exit from a first date.

Biting my lip for a few seconds before deciding to play it up, “I’m naughty because I wanted to be strapped helpless to your bar and spanked by a bartender. Where’s the bartender so we can get this game started?”

His hand is starting to flinch a little, “He called in sick, so tonight, I’m the bartender.”

As his hand finally lifted off the now sweat covered area of my ass cheek, the cool air rushed in from all sides giving me a palm and finger shaped chill for a second before {Smack!}

“Oh My God!”

Growing up, sure I was a bad girl at times, or as Alan called me, naughty. The word is just driving me crazy. But not once had I ever been spanked for anything. Not even a swat. Even as a waitress for several years where you’re almost expected to get a few, I never did.

This moment was my very first time ever having my ass spanked and it couldn’t be a more intensely erotic experience! From that one spank, tingles completely attacked my pussy! Like jolts of electricity directly nipping at my clitoris!

Every butterfly I’d ever felt in my stomach joined into a twister motion spinning in my gut. My face is growing flush as I gasped just before letting out my “Oh My God!” comment and again right after.

My hands and feet are shaking in their bondage and my ass just pushed itself up slightly on its own! What the fuck is happening?

There’s a moment of complete and utter silence from Alan. Seems my response to his spank wasn’t what he expected. It sure the hell wasn’t what I expected either. I was ready for some pain and discomfort like going to the dentist or having to give blood. Not such an extreme sensation causing me to beg for more.

Heather unlocks the door as she greets the regulars who shuffle in one after another to line up at the bar, which is also my helpless body.

“Hey Alan! I see you bagged another one! What’s this fine as hell ass in for?”

“Twenty-seven unpaid parking tickets.”

Sitting down right by my ass, the customer asks, “How old are you sexy?”

Confused by all of this, I answer, “Twenty-three.” Normally a question like that would have totally gone unanswered. Or, on an angry day, would have gotten him a, “Fuck Off Asshole!”

He adds, “Normally I give spanks based on age. But for you, I’ll be doing your parking ticket number instead.”

I’m fucking ass up in tiny lace panties, thigh highs and a bra. I’m also strapped helpless to the bar top squirming in anticipation of my next spank. Yet, these guys are pretty much acting like I’m not even here!

Several more line up to sit down along my body at Alan’s bar. Half the people in the bar scream out, “Norm!” who sits by my back.

“Hey Alan! Where are the beer nuts? Come on Alan! You know I love the beer nuts.”

“Sorry Norm.” Says Alan, just before placing a bowl of beer nuts in the small of my back.

One by one, the people at the bar are reaching for the nuts as more drinks are served and the last stool is filled. Alan rings a bell and announces, “All spots are full!”

This is when I notice, along the bar top, there’s numbers engraved in for each spot. The customer closest to my ass, the one who also seems the most excited about this process asks, “Are we doing darts or high cards this time?”

Alan asks, “What does everyone want to do for this round?”

In unison, the words, “Cards!”, “Darts!” and “Spanks!” are screamed out from the twelve at the bar. Even with all the screams, it was easy to tell, cards were screamed the loudest and by the most people.

Turning to Alan, I say, “I’m guessing whomever gets the highest card gets to be the one to punish me?”

He smiles and replies with one simple word, “Last.”

“Wait! What do you mean last?”

“High card gets to spank you last — the face value of the card.”

“What? I’m still confused? Why are you saying last?”

Alan explains, “I’m saying last, because everyone at the bar is playing. Everyone gets a card and everyone gets to spank that very fine ass of yours Christine.”

I go completely silent! I’m in shock! Just that one spank by Alan was the most intense fucking thing I’ve ever felt — and now, there are twelve strangers about to spank me, multiple spanks by each of them!

Seeing the look on my face, Alan asks, “Did you want the bit gag?”

“Gagged? What for? Why?”

“Come on! Where are the cards? Let’s draw!”

“Just hold on a bit!” Replies Alan.

Leaning down close by me, so close I can smell his cologne, Alan talks to just me very calmly. “Did you want me to unstrap you Christine? You can just leave, skip the pain and do the time instead. Spanks Bar top punishments are always, 100% consensual.”

I lay there, tits down on the hard wood, not answering.

Alan adds, “Mind your decision Christine, for this isn’t a say yes now and change your mind later kind of deal. The last time a girl changed her mind halfway through — lets just say, I still haven’t replaced every broken item.”

Knowing how I felt after just one spank from him, I really can’t imagine what this could feel like. I also know, at that exact second, all I wanted was more of those same feelings.

“No Alan, don’t unstrap me. In fact, did you want to double check the buckles to make sure I can’t get loose?”

“That a girl Christine. I will double check you’re completely helpless. So, did you want a large leather bit gag to bite down on?”

Even though I told him yes, I still knew in the back of my head, I could change my mind later. Once gagged, that option will be gone. I give him a nod and open my mouth. With this decision, every part of my body is tingling at what I just agreed to.

The taste and smell of the large roll of leather forming the main part of my bit gag is very arousing. Still not fully sure what I just got myself into, but with my voice being taken away and the people sitting along the bar, I’m about to learn.

Alan shuffles, cuts, cuts again, shuffles and one last cut. Working from one end of the bar to the other, each person sitting takes the next card in the stack. In my position, I can only turn my head far enough to see like two thirds of these customers.

So, in addition to there being nothing but strangers about to punish me, there’s a group I don’t even know what they look like.

“Does everyone have their card?” Asks Alan.

They all answer yes. Ten male voices I don’t know. One male voice I think I recognize, and one very sexy female voice I for sure know. Sitting at the far end of the bar, is Heather. As soon as I make eye contact, she gives me a wink.

Alan calls out, “Any twos?”

Three people say yes while holding up their cards.

“Joe, you’re first. Reminder, spanks equal your card.”

Joe steps up and lightly smacks my left ass cheek {smack} then right {smack}

Adding, “Very nice ass Christine.” before walking back to his stool.

The sting of his bare hand wasn’t much, and didn’t have nearly the same affect on me as the one spank from Alan.

“Sam, she’s all yours. Then Jeff, you go after Sam.”

Jeff says to Sam, “You remember our deal?”

Sam hands his two of spades to Jeff as Jeff pushes his beer over to Sam. These guys are bartering over who spanks me vs. who gets a free beer.

Handing Alan his pair of twos, Jeff moves to get his four spanks. {smack} {smack} {smack} {smack}. Not any harder than Joe, but the sting and burn from having three spanks per cheek is starting to grow. I bite down a little on my bit gag.

Punishers four, five and six had cards five, seven and eight. I didn’t catch their names, but I sure felt their spanks! {Smack} {Smack} {Smack}. Every spank got me to jerk, grunt and tingle deep inside my pussy.

The puddle of drool on the bar below my gag is growing as I’m lifting up and down with my deeper breaths. Instinctively I’m pulling harder at my leather straps, with both my legs and arms. These straps and bar are completely solid.

“Does anyone have a nine?”

That familiar voice answers, “I do Alan,” and I finally know just whose voice it is. It’s fucking Judge Williams.

“Hi Christine. Seems you’ve been a really bad girl.”

Turning my head as far as I can, I give him a disbelieving look.

“Don’t be so surprised Christine. Knowing when and where you’d be for your punishment, and after seeing your ass in those tight jeans, there’s no way I was going to miss this. Anyways, my job is delivering justice, wherever I need to go.”

My plan is to not enjoy any of his spanks, but I fail miserably at doing so. With my ass already burning, Judge Williams doesn’t hold back. {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

It’s the hardest yet and I’m fighting the best I can. My ass is twisting and sliding left and right, but he never misses my moving target even once! {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

I look in fear and distress at Alan, who I know can feel my pain. All he can do is shrug his shoulders at my predicament.

{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} “And that’s nine.” Tears are wetting my face as he adds, “You ever have more of those tickets, you know where to find me.”

Then Judge Williams gets up and leaves, before the rest of my punishment is delivered. He has trust in the process.

Customers eight, nine and ten had a Jack, Jack and a King. All face cards counted as tens, which was better then 11, 11 & 13. But, this is still, thirty more spanks! I fight, struggled and cry my way through.

The crazy part, at least for me, the spanks are slowly becoming more pleasure than pain with each and every {Smack!}. I can’t understand this, nor do I want to. All I know for sure is my panties are fucking drenched in my juices from this punishment.

Without even thinking, I’m raising my ass up as high as the straps will allow me. Each spank stings, hurts, burns and quickly becomes pleasure filled tingles. I just can’t believe how wet this is making me!

There are only two more customers to go, as my whole body continues to shake uncontrollably from this experience.

“Do either of you have an Ace?” Asks Alan.

The first to sit down and closest to my ass holds up an Ace of hearts with a big ass smile. “Right here Alan!”

Heather, still holding a card, doesn’t answer either way?

“Well lucky you Larry, because Ace’s are worth twenty five points.”

“Alan, I’m planning on giving this bright red ass twenty seven spanks.”

“You know the rules Larry, Ace’s are only worth twenty five.”

Larry adds, “I understand, but Christine here had twenty seven unpaid parking tickets — so.”

The idea of that many spanks from one person has my mind reeling in fear, excitement and confusion at the same time. What’s a couple more spanks if it’ll make Larry happy? I nod my head yes.

Larry — oh Larry. He is skilled in the way of the spanking mind fuck. He takes his time with my punishment and fucks with my mind the whole time! Oh My God am I loving this!

A hard and quick {SMACK!} that stings like crazy as I wait — and wait — and wait! Fuck! Just do it! Do it! Nothing! Finally, the second I relax; he can see it in my ass and {Smack!}. Lighter than the first, but way more unexpected.

Once in a while, his hand just moves by, causing air to move across my sweat covered ass and {SMACK!} Another hard one causing my back to arch, me to grunt and my pussy to squirt!

I’m totally ready for my next squirt and he starts chatting with Alan about sports. Dammit! You can’t do that. I’m right here and you should be {SMACK!} My hands go into fists and my toes curl! I’m orgasming right here, on the bar in front of everyone!

“Nicely done Larry. Looks like you got her motor running now.” Comments one of the others who already did their spanks.

My drool puddle is massive and I look up to see Heather, fondling her card, licking her lips and staring at my ass. Holy fuck she’s hot! {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} Rapid Fire!

I’m cuming hard now with every slap on my ass. I can’t stop myself! Initially I was counting my Larry spanks, but have so lost track. My body has become one big orgasm as I bite down the hardest yet on my leather bit gag!

{SMACK!} “And that was number twenty seven. Hope you learned your lesson and will stop parking illegally Christine. Or this will be happening again.”

I was so preoccupied; I didn’t notice most of the people had already left the bar. It’s down to just Larry, Alan, Heather and myself. Rubbing his palms together, signalizing, a job well done, Larry gets up and heads for the door.

“You have a really nice and very spankable ass there, Christine. Hopefully you can sit down on it tomorrow. Now no more parking tickets, ok?”

Grunting something totally inaudible around my bit gag. “GFFGGMMM”

Alan looks at Heather, “So, Heather. I’m guessing you have a . . .”

Heather holds up a Joker with the biggest smile of the night, that quickly becomes an extremely devious look.

“Well I have an early meeting.” Tosses her the keys to the bar and says, “Try not staying all night, like last time.” Alan lets his fingertips glide across my ass before leaving, sending sparks of pleasure, directly into my pussy.

Now it’s just Heather and I, and she’s yet to move from her spot at the end of the bar. She’s just smiling at me and tapping her Joker on it. Ever so often she takes another drink, as I can see the gears turning in her head.

I mumble out my best, “FFFMMMY?” in the form of a question.

“Oh, you think the Joker’s only worth fifty spanks? It’s a Wild card for a reason. It can be anything I want it to be.”

After what I just experienced and thought was the most intensely painful, yet pleasurable and exciting thing to ever happen to me, the look on Heather’s face tells me, I haven’t felt anything yet.

To Be Continued . . .

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