SSC: The Hypnotist III

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SSC: The Hypnotist III

(****, M/FFFF, Intense, blackmailed spanking)

Where the girls bargain with the devil. (Approximately 514 words. Originally published 2003-07.)

Part Three: Where the girls bargain with the devil.

Donna put down the phone. "We must go now. Bizarro's in his dressing room, but he leaves early tomorrow."

The girls helped Claudia get dressed, and headed downstairs to the hotel auditorium. They found the hypnotist in his dressing room.

"Ah, what a lovely quartet," he beamed.

"You've go to unspell her," demanded Donna.


"Unhypnotize her," said Julie.

"You made her like to... uh... be spanked," inserted Amy.

"You disapprove?"

"Of course we disapprove! It's... unnatural!"

The black eyes studied Amy gravely. "It will cost."

"What? You're going to charge us money to unhypnotize her? That's blackmail!" Donna was furious.

Bizarro shook his head, fingering his thin moustache. "Not money."

Julie tilted her head. "What do you want?"

The man sighed. "I have a singular weakness." He gave a dramatic pause. "I love to spank the naughty bottoms of beautiful girls such as yourselves."

"Oh my God," gasped Amy.

"You want to spank us," said Julie.

Bizarro nodded.

"Then you'll release our friend?"

"Of course."

"All right, you can spank me."

"No. It must be all of you."

"Never!" cried Amy, her hands flashing to protect her petite bottom.

Donna turned to her friend. "Come on, we must. We must save Claudia!"

Amy began to cry. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Fine. For Claudia."

"I'll go first," said Julie.

"Pants off," ordered the hypnotist. "These spankings will be on the bare bottom."

With mutterings of "horny bastard," Julie stripped and laid herself over the man's lap. Slender and athletic, her butt wasn't as voluptuous as Claudia's, but the flesh was firm and smooth. The five minute spanking left her eyes watering, her ass a deep magenta.

"Next," cried the man with a contented sigh.

Donna slipped off her skirt and panties and stretched out across his lap. Her ass was full and solid, with magnificient thighs like pillars. She took her spanking well, not saying a word, though she writhed and occasionally groaned. When the punishment was over, her ass looked like a ripe tomato.

Then it was Amy's turn. She appeared to be terrified, and hesitated. Claudia jumped in. "Me! Me! Please spank me!"

That seemed to spur the younger girl into action. She pushed her friend aside. "No, it's my turn," she said bravely, and began unbuckling her belt. When her tight jeans and panties were off, she blushed as Bizarro whistled in appreciation. Amy was petite, but every inch was gorgeous.

Bizarro's palm nearly covered Amy's entire ass, and it didn't take long for her butt to turn into a tomato. But the man kept going, spanking for the full five minutes, releasing her only when her cheeks were purplish-red.

"There," soothed the hypnotist, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

The half-naked girls shrugged, rubbing their sore bottoms.

"In fact, that heat is rather nice. Makes you wet."

There were nods, hands between legs.

Bizarro smiled. "Now who wouldn't like a good caning to really make those sweet cheeks tingle?"

Four arms shot in the air.

The End

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