Ā All went well for another two weeks. Then she misjudged badly. Thinking that he would never know if she sneaked in a little wine, just a glass before bedtime, she took out a bottle from her secret stash. One glass. Then, on a whim, she texted one of her drinking buddies. Hey, why not come over to my place? Come to my cassa stupido, letās have a bottle or two. He had texted the same message Ā a few times, with increasing urgency.
But she had texted Jonas instead.
Now Ā she was caught red-handed. There was an empty bottle of pinot noir on her kitchen table, and she looked as boozy as any any street drunk. This meant Ā major points. Added to the amount she already had, and she was far beyond the tolerable limit. Besides, she had been warned specifically not to drink. He asked for the money back, and she demurred. It was her money, was it not?
He answered in a cold, menacing voice that it was a deposit against misbehaviour. She could only keep the money if she received an appropriate punishment. She trembled and asked what that would be. He didnāt bother to answer, but sat down in front of her and roughly yanked her onto his lap, bottom up. Then he pulled down her panties and began to give her the most severe and rapid fire bare-hand spanking she had ever received. She howled in protest and he said nothing except that she needed this more than anything. She felt her ass become white hot, and the pain become unbearable, excruciating Ā yet the punishment continued unabated as his hand rained blows on her bare, quivering ass. Ā She was in tears before he stopped spanking her. Then he let her go.
He explained that it was all up to her. She could live up to her enormous potential and become a star of stage and screen. Or she could fritter away her life, spending her skill on booze and useless friends. The choice was hers, to continue or quit.
She chose to continue.
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