Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

“You sister suffers in your silence,” he said while bringing his hand down again. “Do you want that?”

“No!” Bettie cried.

“Well then tell your sister to respond to her master!” he shouted.

Another smack rattled by body against the cushions, tears welling up in my eyes as he continued to spank me.

“Courtney, please,” Bettie begged through tears. “Make it stop.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Courtney said sternly. “Norman, you’ve gotten out of control with power. We’re people, too.”

“Did you forget who helped you out of that brothel?” Norman asked.

Courtney was silent. She had been a prostitute? This was certainly new information. My mouth was hanging open until Norman smacked me again, forcing me to shit it.

“Go to the room,” he instructed her.

“No,” she said.

“Go to the room,” he said more firmly.

Courtney stomped off into the direction of the room and Norman continued spanking me, telling Bettie to go to the guest room. He pulled me up without fixing my pants and held me hard in place.

“You better not have done anything, little girl,” he growled. “And if I find out you did, you’ll get a worse punishment.”

He pointed in the direction of the guest room as tears rolled down my face and I left, not bothering to lift my pants back up. Bettie took my hands in hers when I got to the room, pulling me towards the bed. Her eyes were wide with horror and we could hear Courtney and Norman yelling from the other room.

“What have we done?” she blubbered.

“Nothing,” I replied, holding the tears from falling further. “We haven’t done anything.”

“But Courtney didn’t say it was wrong,” Bettie said.

“That’s exactly right,” I said through gritted teeth. “He shouldn’t be mad.”

“But he is,” she said.

I sprawled out on the bed, burying my face into the cushions while listening to them scream next door. It was a horrible mess. I knew what I had done was wrong and I took the spanking at face value, assuming it was for my infidelity. I listened to Bettie walk into the guest bathroom and grab something from the cabinet, sniffling as she sat on the bed next to me. A cold sensation met my bare bottom and I hissed. After a moment, I realized she was applying lotion and relaxed into the mattress.

“I can’t believe he punished you like that,” she said.

“I can,” I responded. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I know, but it feels wrong,” she commented. “Like he shouldn’t be punishing you, he should be punishing her for getting us into trouble.”

I sighed.

“It’s just how his brain works,” I said.

“Still, we should do something about it,” Bettie said.

“Like what?” I asked.

Bettie went quiet for a moment as she thought of a response, silence falling over the room. The noise next door had died down a bit and it sounded like they were talking.

“We should get back at him,” she whispered, leaning close to my ear. “Like punish him for being so mean.”

“That sounds dangerous, Bet,” I said. “You should get rid of that thought now while you can. He has ears everywhere. You’ll surely get punished for even mentioning that.”