Chapter 5
That June Kristen got her GED and set her school books aside. She had insisted that she graduate from high school after Uncle Devon had pulled her out of school when she was sixteen. He had agreed, but only if she did it on her own. Her services were needed too much at the Hideaway for her to attend classes.
With that goal out of the way, she spent more of her time in her other goal-a group of domineering men.
She had had many a night with various men over the past years, but with her actual eighteenth birthday coming up, she knew that it was time for her to make her move. Time was running out. She wasn't getting any younger and her dream was all planned out.
She wanted to spend two to three years with a group of guys, preferably a motorcycle gang, who would make her body sing with the pain she craved. But after that she had another plan.
She wanted a family.
Being the only child of her deceased parents she wanted several children of her own, along with a husband. She thought that two or three years with a group of men would be enough to settle her down enough to have a family. And she didn't want to wait too long to start one. Twenty or twenty-one sounded just right.
That meant that she would have to find the gang of men soon. But she wasn't over the hill yet.
And her birthday was coming up.
She had already told Uncle Devon her plans for that day and he had agreed. And soon the word had spread and the day was approaching.
The place was packed to the rafters when she entered to a resounding welcome the night of her birthday. For the last week no one had hurt her ass, she wanted it to be totally rested for this night. Even Uncle Devon had gone along with her plan.
When the cheering finally died down, Devon stood up on a bar stool, waved his hands for their attention and began.
"Okay, okay, now settle down. We know why most of you are here, so I'll explain one final time and we can begin."
Motioning to Kristen to stand beside him, he continued. "Here she is." He had to pause for the noise to die down.
The eighteen year old Kristen stood beside her uncle as he draped an arm over her shoulders. Most thought it was her nineteenth birthday, but that didn't bother either of them in the least as everyone looked at her.
She knew she looked good. There were a few mild bruises on her full, upstanding tits, one on her left leg, but her ass was totally unblemished for the night's event. The dark red G-string and the red heels were the only things on her body. Everyone could easily see her.
"All right, now, let's get this going." The noise hushed, and he continued. "As most of you know tonight is Kristen's birthday and she wants all of you to help her celebrate it. And like most birthdays the guests are to provide the presents to the birthday gal. But there is a slight twist to that tradition tonight."
Again Devon had to pause as the noise level rose.
"As the guests it is your privilege to spank the birthday girl but you will have to pay for that privilege at two dollars a swat up to the first one hundred swats. After that it is five dollars a swat up to two hundred and it increased five dollars per hundred after that. And as you can see, there is a chair in the middle of the floor. All spankings are to occur by that chair."
"You may have her over your lap, or standing beside you, or whatever, but it has to happen by that chair so all can see and the various bets can be claimed at the conclusion of the night. Sheriff Dixon will record and hold all bets, as was announced. And although all of you can count, Jim Porter will be the official counter for tonight."
"The official odds are posted at Sheriff Dixon table and we will commence in a half an hour, allowing all to place their wagers." Turning Kristen around so her ass faced those assembled, he concluded. "This ass is the one that will make some lucky person richer before the night is over. It will be on display for the next half hour at the bar, but none may harm it until the birthday party officially opens. So, drink up, order your food and good luck. Are there any questions?"
If there were, none were heard over the noise that filled the room. Then Devon lead Kristen over to the bar.
Placing a knee on two bar stools, leaning her elbows on the bar, most had a very good view of her ass. The prize for the night. Granted it was a prize that had to be paid for, but that didn't diminish anyone's arousal or excitement.
How often in one's life were they giving the opportunity to spank a teenagers ass? A willing teenagers ass? In front of several hundred other people? On top of that there was the possibility of winning money.
Sheriff Dixon had the official list which consisted of numbers from one to one thousand and as his table was swamped with eager betters those numbers were filled in one at a time. At two dollars a number.
Numbers one hundred to two hundred had been filled before Kristen's arrival, as most thought that range would be Kristen's limit. The night's wagers would be split three ways-one half to Kristen for her birthday present, one half minus $100 to the person who wagered on the final stroke, and the $100 to the person who happened to be spanking her when she called it quits.
Before the half hour was up Sheriff Dixon was taking money for numbers over one thousand. Not that anyone thought Kristen could take that many, but because all wanted to help the gutsy gal have a very profitable birthday. Besides it was fun even if they had no possibility of winning the jackpot.
Kristen remained leaning over the bar, ass presented, for the half hour sipping a cola as various hands roamed her ass. None had harmed her in the least, that was to come later. They just couldn't seem to resist the ass that was on display for them, and there was no reason to resist. It was expected. And Kristen sure as hell didn't object at all, which was easily seen by those gathered around her.
And then it was time.
Uncle Devon helped her down from the bar stools and escorted her to the center stage chair as the people lined up according to the order they had purchased earlier as Kevin, a friend of Devon's, kept track of the order and Devon collected their fees before being allowed to approach Kristen.
Kevin checked off the first man's name, Devon collected his ten dollars and Kristen draped herself over his lap for the first time. As Devon slipped the ten in his pouch, Kristen knew that this man would spank her ass five times at two dollars a swat.
The next sound heard was his hand connecting with Kristen's ass. Followed by his remaining blows. He was replaced by the next person. Who was replaced by the next, and the next and the next.
Between people Kristen used her hands to wipe away some of the sting from her ass and knew it was going to be a long night, and a painful one too. As each seemed determined to be the one to collect at least the $100 for being the one to administer the last spank. Everyone was as hard. Very hard. Granted some were harder than others, but none were pats either. And as Kristen felt her ass heat up with the progressive passage of people she began to get very aroused.
Her added bonus for the evening that she had planned on from the beginning. It was nothing unusual for her to cum when pain was given to her body and she planned on coming many a time before the night was over.
When she came the first time at number thirty five all present gave her a round of applause for her accomplishment and the person spanking her paused as she shook over her lap. And as the night progress the other fortunate enough to be spanking her when she came did the same as Jim Porter kept the official count.
Number one hundred was reached forty-five minutes after starting, at 9:45.
Number two hundred was reached forty-five minutes later at 10:00 and Kristen was given a bathroom break.
Three hundred came at 11:10, four hundred at 12:20, five at 1:10.
At 2:00 Devon officially closed the Hideaway and Kristen took another break, while there she used cold water to take some of the heat out of her ass and wash her cunt before returning.
There were few people present who thought she could take much more and at times it became a pushing contest as they juggled for the next place in line, wanting to collect the $100 for being her last spanker.
When six hundred was reached Devon called a pause as he emptied his bulging pouch as Kristen wiped away tears from her eyes and some of the pain from her aching ass. Then it continued.
By number seven hundred Kristen requested that she not be made to lay across laps as she was getting quite dizzy. No one objected when a low stool was brought to the center of the room for the spankers to place their foot on for Kristen to lean over a leg instead of a lap.
Eight hundred rolled around and she was given a ten minute rest so her legs could stop quivering.
By the time the nine hundredth swat was given Kristen could hardly talk for all the screaming she had done, but she was determined to last until at least one thousand to collect her personal bet with her uncle.
She admitted defeat at 1,117 when the swollen skin on her left ass cheek finally split. A man by the name of Harris Trumbull collected $100. A woman, named Elyse Mortimyer screamed when she notice she was holding the winning number and almost tripped in her hurry to collect from Sheriff Dixon. After everyone concerned agreed, she walked away with $13,825.
Kristen collected the official $14,825 from the sheriff, packed in two plastic trash bags, as she wrapped a couple of ice packs in a towel around her ass, then walked to John to see what he had collected in their private wagers.
"So, John, how much did a split ass earn me?"
"Take a guess."
"I don't know. A couple of thousand?"
"Try $25,840 on for size."
"You've got to be kidding?"
"Nope. I'll check my figures later, but it looks like twenty-five thousand to me. Of course, some of the checks might bounce, but you did say to honor all checks. But even without the checks, it's a solid eighteen thousand."
Kristen did some quick calculations. "You mean I made between thirty-two and forty thousand dollars?"
"Looks that way. Still want me to make the deposit at the bank?"
"Sure. Hell, if I trust you, I trust you. Right now all I want is an ice cold bath and some sleep. Catch you later."
"If anyone deserves it, you do, babe. Catch you later."
The last of the party goers left by seven that morning, none regretting the night's activities as the sheriff made arrangements with Devon, John and Elyse Mortimyer to ride in his squad car to the bank with the night's winnings.
At 8:10 John placed a deposit ticket next to the sleeping Kristen in the amount of $40,185. He chuckled, gambling sure was profitable when you who to bet on, he thought as he too took himself off for some well earned sleep.