The Master held her firmly with an experienced arm thrown over her back and his fingers clutching her waist as he watched Jo choose Mermaid to spank, Pirate chose Angel and Samson lastly chose Naughty Nina. The other three girls were left sitting nervously in the armchairs but The Master could see the excitement in their eyes. The Master said sternly to Fairycake, Daddy’s Girl and Summer to take their panties off, lift their dresses to their waists and go and stand in a corner of the room facing the wall and wait their turn to be spanked.

The Master watched, as he made sure that every woman in the room was doing as she was told. Mermaid was struggling on Jo’s lap but The Master could see it was only a token struggle and that she would soon be passive in her position when Jo began to spank her. The only one that was going to cause them trouble was the one that was squirming against his thighs like a live eel and squealing like a mouse. No wonder she called herself Emma, he could fully understand why now!

“Get off of me!” She shrieked, kicking her legs against the plush carpet in anger. The Master rubbed her cotton-covered bottom comfortingly.

“Ssh my little petal.” He crooned.

“No! Help me! Somebody help me!” The Master slapped her rump hard. Emma cried out in shock.

“Stop it.” He told her sharply. “You deserve this and you know you want it.” He knew she might start the others off shrieking unless he got her noise level under control very quickly. He didn’t want security knocking on the door and throwing them all out of the hotel.

“Don’t! I don’t want this!” The Master kept quiet, not answering her verbally this time but preceded to administer a few short sharp slaps on her backside in quick succession. “Ow!” Emma cried out. “Let me go!”

“No little one.” The Master answered her as he patted her rump soundly and frequently with his flat palm. All that could be heard around the room were the sounds of slaps and cries. It was only Emma that was still protesting that she didn’t want to be spanked. Even Mermaid, whose skirt had ridden up around her waist as she squirmed on Jo’s lap, was beginning to look like she was enjoying herself, her bottom turning a light shade of pink as Jo spanked her hard, her white lace knickers hanging around her knees in surrender.

“Don’t!” Emma demanded. “I didn’t come here for this!” Her cries went unheeded as The Master’s hand slapped the back of her bare thigh.

“OW!” Emma screamed out which was then repeated when The Master slapped her other bare thigh, just below the line of her shorts.

“You deserve this.” The Master told her firmly.

“I don’t! I haven’t done anything! Let me go.” She pleaded. The Master couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You haven’t done anything?” He laughed. “You turned up late and then wanted to leave when we wanted to play! That’s very naughty and you’re going to get what is coming to you.” He threatened her, slapping her thighs harder.

“No.” She begged him, her flesh beginning to sting where he kept hitting her legs.

“Oh yes. If anyone in this room deserves a spanking, it’s you.” He informed her sternly. “And now you’ve quietened down a bit I’m going to spank you properly.” He assured her.

“No! Don’t! What do you mean?” Emma questioned him in fright.

The Master kept silent but tipped Emma further forward so her backside was resting fully over both of his knees. He watched as she reached out her hand to stop herself falling forward off of his lap. When she was comfortably positioned on his lap, he put his right hand in the waistband of her shorts and panties and pulled downwards.

“Lift you hips up.” He told her softly.

“No!” She shrieked in protest, realising he was going to spank her bare bum. She tried to roll her body off of his lap but his grip on her was too firm and she felt the cool atmosphere of the air conditioning in the suite touch her naked flesh as The Master exposed her white cheeks to the roomful of people.

“No!” She kicked her legs hard to show her anger and felt her shorts and panties fall off of her feet and onto the floor. “No!” She cried out again in frustration at her predicament. She felt very vulnerable as she lay there across a strange man’s lap in a room full of people that she did not know and had her bum exposed to the air, knowing she was about to be spanked hard. She tried to lift her head and saw that the other three girls backsides were all bare and were being smacked hard by the hands of their disciplinarians. Even Mermaid who was flushed in the face now, had excitement in her eyes, appearing to have overcome her initial nervousness.

“No!” Emma shrieked as loud as she could, realising that she was in the worse position of all. She hated showing her bare flesh to anyone and had never been spanked by a boyfriend before, let alone a total stranger. She kicked her legs as hard as she could but could not reach The Master anywhere on his body to cause him some damage and force him to let her go. The Master raised his hand high and brought it down hard on her plump cheeks. He continued to smack her hard and fast to bring her protests down to a quieter level. He smiled as her cries lowered to a more manageable level but she continued to defend herself constantly.

“I haven’t done anything.” She told him as she tried to manoeuvre her body forward away from the smacks and off of his lap.

“What – did – I – tell – you – earlier?” He asked her punctuating each word with a hard slap to her bum which wobbled a nice thank you for him each time he spanked her.

“OW! Nothing!”

“Don’t lie!” He told her sternly and gave her three hard smacks. His hand was lowered now but his spanks were more measured and controlled, he slowly began to increase the pain he was giving her by flicking his wrist.

“OW! I don’t remember!” She told him as her fingernails dug into the carpet. She could hear someone crying from across the room and raised her head to see Mermaid dripping tears onto the navy blue floor covering.

“Let me go!” Emma cried out tasting the fear in her mouth. “I haven’t done anything!”

“Liar!” The Master brought his palm down on her thigh, the sound of the slap filling the air and bringing tears to her eyes. She bit down on her lip. “I told you earlier, you was late for our meeting and then you tried to leave early. I know the quiet ones are always the worst.” He told her sharply, spanking her at the end of every sentence. “There are always the ones that need the most discipline.”

“No.” She protested shaking her head vigorously.

“Yes – they – are.” He replied, spanking her in between each word.

“Ow.” She said more quietly as she felt her cheeks growing hotter. She bit down on her lip, determined not to give in and cry as every other woman that was being spanked in the room was doing by now. Emma began to wriggle; she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back the tears much longer. The rough material of The Masteres trousers moved against her clitoris and she felt herself grow wet as her excitement mounted.

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“No.” She begged him. “Please don’t. Stop.” The Master took no notice of her as he continued to rain blows down on her reddening cheeks. She squirmed even more against him, making herself wetter still with the pleasure that she was receiving. She clamped her lips together aware that her breath was beginning to come in short pants as her excitement grew.

The Master was well aware of what she was doing; he had experienced this so many times before. She was performing exactly as he wanted her to.

“Naughty – girl!” He told her slapping her harder still.

“OW!” She screamed out in protest and panted harder, squirming in panic, trying to get away before she reached an orgasm on this stranger’s lap. He had such a tight grip on her that she could hardly move. “Please! Don’t!” She begged him.

Putting his left arm under her ribs to steady her, he moved his right knee from underneath her and out of the way, forcing her knees to hit the floor. She was left kneeling between his legs as she watched the other girls being allowed to stand up from the laps of the men and told to go and stand in the corner facing the wall and display their red bottoms into the room.

“Thank God.” Emma muttered glad that it was all over. The Master rubbed her backside gently with his right hand and she flinched at the unexpected contact on her sore flesh.

“Ouch!” She muttered as she watched the next three girls lay willing across the men’s laps and raise their dresses ready to be spanked. Emma put both of her hands against The Master’s left thigh and pushed as she tried to stand up.

“Oh no little one it’s not over for you.” He told her gently as he gripped her upper arms tightly and forced her to twist her body around to face him still kneeling her in between his knees.

“Let me go!” She spat at him through gritted teeth as she used both of her hands to push on his legs, just above his knees, trying to get him to loosen his grip on her. He was like a steel vice; she just couldn’t budge him an inch. Tears of frustration welled up inside her eyes as she glared at him.

“Do you still want to fight me?” He asked her teasingly.

“Get off of me!” She shrieked at him.

“Naughty girl! Looks like you need more punishment.” He grinned at her.

“No!” She told him slapping his thighs in her anger. His eyebrows rose upwards as he stared at her. “Let me go!” She demanded of him.

“You’re in no position to bargain with me.” He told her sternly. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”

Emma’s jaw fell open in shock.

“No!” She shouted.

“Yes! Now! Or should I help you?” He said putting his head on one side and looking at her.

“Let me go!” She said fighting him wildly but his knees gripped at her at either side of her body and no matter how hard she fought she couldn’t get him to release his hold on her.

“Come on, arms up.” He released his knees from gripping her by the smallest amount to allow his hands to take a hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, which was hanging by her waist. He tugged upwards forcing her arms above her head.

“No!” She cried out in frustration as he threw it behind her and replaced his knees to grip her body in between his legs once again.

“Take your bra off.” He told her firmly.

“No.” She shook her head furiously.

“I’m going to spank you naked.” He told her.

“No!” She screamed out at him in fear.

“I know it’s your fantasy. You told me that in the chat room online didn’t you? It’s your fantasy to be spanked naked by a stranger, isn’t it?” He reminded her.

“No! I’ve changed my mind! Don’t do this. Please.” She begged him. Ignoring her he repeated.

“Liar! Take your bra off.”

Emma shook her head as the first tear fell down her cheek.

“I don’t want this.” She told him, her eyes imploring him.

“Oh yes you do.” He smiled at her.

“I don’t!”

“Then why have you stained my trousers with your excitement?” He asked her innocently.

“I haven’t!” She protested vehemently but felt forced to follow his eyes to his right thigh and saw for herself the white patch of mucus that was clearly left there by her. She blushed, the vivid colour spreading from her face down to her chest. She opened her mouth to protest but could find nothing to say. Hanging her head in shame and embarrassment she clamped her lips together and looked at the floor.

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