The Spanked Into Submission Collection

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Bad Boy Stripped

Bruce tried to pull himself together as he, again, became aware of the crowd and told Nancy, “You tricked me,” as she unfastened his waist from the sawhorse and pulled him to his feet.

“You mistreated my friend, Jane, and now you are going to pay for it.”

“Untie my hands.”

“As soon as you pay up.”

“I don’t have it. I’ll have to owe you the money.”

“The contract calls for immediate p*****t,” Nancy said and, looking at the crowd, called out, “Tomorrow, at noon, there will be an auction at Bad Boy’s apartment.” She gave the address she had gotten from Alex. Nancy hadn’t expected Bruce to pay and would have been disappointed if he did. She looked forward to stripping him of his possessions as well as his self-respect.

Nancy marched Bruce to his motor scooter and made him give her the combination to his saddlebags. She retrieved his keys, wallet, and shoes. They then drove in her car to an ATM. With his password, she emptied his account of two hundred dollars.

“See, now you only owe me eighteen hundred dollars.”

Bruce felt helpless and vulnerable, standing outside a convenience store in a tattered Speedo, his hands tied behind his back, and following orders from a confident, well-endowed woman who was obviously in complete control. He could only plead, “I’m sorry I hurt Jane’s feelings. Please let me make it up to her.”

“That’s exactly what I have planned,” Nancy said as they drove to his apartment. When they entered his apartment, Nancy had Bruce kneel while she slowly removed her white blouse and her shorts and then let down her long, wavy brown hair. She towered over him and said, “Eat me, Bad Boy.”

Bruce was turned on and glad to comply, although he felt strange doing so on his knees with his hands tied behind him. Nancy held his head as she thrust her juices into his face and commanded him to lick and suck. This was the first time Bruce was with a woman and not in control of the situation. His erection grew, and he had never felt so excited and frustrated. Nancy then had him stand while she played with his n*****s, c**k and balls without removing the tattered Speedo. She fed him a light dinner while he pleaded for release. They then slept together with Bruce’s feet tied to the footboard so that he had to sleep on his back. Nancy pulled the front of the Speedo down, leaving his c**k protruding helplessly in the air.

In the morning, Nancy labeled everything in the apartment with a minimum bid amount. She had no interest in making money. She just wanted to sell everything with Bruce still owing her money. Thus the stereo, surfboard, wet suit, speakers, couch, dresser, were set at ten to twenty dollars, the scooter at one hundred dollars, etcetera. People arrived; and, when the bidding began, Bruce pleaded with them to raise bids, telling they how much each item cost. This fell on deaf ears as bidders either wanted a great bargain or, more likely, couldn’t afford what the item was actually worth. After four hours, the apartment was empty. Nancy counted the money and informed Bruce he still owed her eight hundred dollars. Bruce was stunned and felt weak, defeated, and like his mind was in a fog. He now owned nothing and had no idea of, or control over, what came next. He heard her say the eight hundred dollar debt will be turned over to Jane, and she will be his new owner.