Everyone,
‘Scorched in Sin City’ is another wonderfully imaginative entry to the Sin City Spanks story contest, and I’m sure that you’ll have a great time reading.
– Dana
Scorched in Sin City
As the plane touched down at McCarran International Airport Marie and Bob looked forward to their 4 day getaway in Las Vegas albeit for different reasons. Bob liked to gamble on table games and slots while Marie enjoyed the other amenities the city has to offer like fine dining, shopping, site seeing, and the big name entertainment featured at one of the many shows playing at the various casinos. While waiting at the baggage conveyor belt Marie gently reminded Bob of their last trip to Sin City and firmly but cheerfully told him not to repeat the same mistakes made on their most recent visit. Namely, that Bob lost all his gambling money on the first day and proceeded to lose all the rest of their “fun’ money they planned on using for entertainment etc. for the rest of their trip on the second day! “This trip would be different” Marie stated as she gave Bob an allowance of 500 dollars for each of the (4) days they would be in town for his gambling. She would control all the rest of the cash they brought for her shopping and their mutual entertainment needs. Marie had made Bob promise that he would not exceed his daily budget of $500 and warned him that if he did, the consequences would not be of his liking. Bob was always a little afraid when Marie spoke in that tone of voice and promised to her that he would be more careful with his gambling. He figured she was serious this time as he noticed that while packing for the trip, Marie put her large sturdy wooden hairbrush in her suitcase. He was quite familiar with that hairbrush and it wasn’t for brushing his hair either, since he had very little.
Check in at the Mirage Hotel and Resort was a breeze and soon Bob and Marie happily strolled down the Las Vegas Strip with thoughts of enjoying the activities the city of Las Vegas offers. The strip was buzzing with activity as they passed the different street performers and the many people from all different cultures and walks of life that shared the sidewalk on this hot sultry desert afternoon.
Marie couldn’t help but notice all the metal boxes that dotted the Strip containing the paper magazines and flyers which touted certain events and adult services. She grabbed one from a box and stashed it in her purse thinking she would peruse its pages later that evening. Marie loved the fountains at the Bellagio and she and Bob watched them for what seemed for Bob hours on end! Finally at Bob’s suggestion, they both began walking toward the Luxor Hotel where Bob knew Marie wanted to visit the Titanic Museum that was on display. Bob was itching to get a crack at the gaming tables and this would present a good opportunity for him to do so. Marie could see her museum while he gambled at the tables and made some cash. Or so he hoped.
When they arrived at the Titanic Museum Marie reluctantly agreed to go it alone and let Bob do some gambling during the 90 minutes or so it would take to visit the Museum. She did warn Bob about not going over his allotted budget for gambling. “Yes Dear”, was all he could muster as he hurriedly went off to find the nearest blackjack table. Within minutes Bob was ahead by $300 dollars as he had a quick run of luck. He decided to double and triple his original bets but soon found that no longer was he up $300, but rather down $1000! He began to break out in a cold sweat as he knew he would be grilled by Marie when she would later meet up with him and ask how he was doing? In his desperation Bob could hear in the background the hoots and hollers of the happy players over at the Craps table nearby. “That’s where the action is”! he thought aloud, remembering a few years ago when he actually won a couple thousand dollars shooting craps in one of the downtown casinos. He recalled that Craps is a lightning fast paced game where one can win or lose a fortune in a matter of minutes. Since Marie would be exiting the Titanic Museum at any moment Bob thought his best chance to get the money he lost at blackjack was at this crowded Craps table where by the sound of it, players were making all kinds of money! “Change for $1,000” the dealer shouted as he handed Bob his buy in chips. Bob quickly made (2) $100 dollar bets placing the 6 & 8. The shooter rolled an 8! Bob just won $110! This was easy he thought. He then doubled up his original bets. The shooter then rolled a 7. “Seven out” the dealer proclaimed and collected all the losing wagers including Bob’s. He was now out $300 plus the $1,000 lost at blackjack. He had $700 remaining in his total budget and he could see from the corner of his eye Marie Making her way across the casino floor towards him. He needed a big score on the next 2 rolls of the dice if he wanted to break even and more importantly, not break his promise to Marie. Bob was handed the dice and he placed all his remaining money on the chance that he could make his point. He rolled a 10. He backed up his frontline bet with odds so that if he rolled another 10 he would get almost all his money back. With confident voice Bob commanded the dice to come up with the combination of 10. He rolled a 7! “Seven out!” exclaimed the dealer and took all of Bob’s wagers. Bob realized he was now out of the game with no money left and felt dejected. Right at that moment Marie tapped him on the shoulder and inquired ”how you doing”? By the look on his face she already knew.
“So I take it you’ve already lost the gambling funds set aside for today”? Marie curtly addressed Bob. “Ummm, I guess you could say that”, Bob stammered. It didn’t take long for Bob to fess up that not only did he squander today’s gambling funds, but the entire amount for the trip. Marie eyes flashed her fury at Bob as she sternly reminded him of their previous conversation regarding money management and, about consequences that were to be realized if he were to repeat his past mistakes in that regard. “Ummm, yes dear” was all he could muster. Marie then turned to him and smiled and said,” well lover, you are about to find out about keeping promises aren’t you”? Bob was filled with a sense of dread because he recognized that look he got from Marie and had a pretty good idea of what was in store for him a little later on. They hailed a cab and went back to the Mirage where they were staying in a nicely appointed suite. While in the cab they both said nothing to one another each alone with their thoughts. Bob, anticipating what was about to take place and Marie, planning the punishment that she would be meting out. Bob had a worried look on his face while Marie was composed and wore a wry smile.
As they entered their room, Marie calmly stated that they had lots of things to do later so we might as well get this over with quickly. She again reminded Bob of his promise to not overspend his budget and had him admit to her how he did it and acknowledge that consequences for his actions need to be realized. “But I’m sooo sorry, honey” Bob tried to sweet talk his way out of what was coming. “Shut up” and remove your pants and underwear and wait for me. She excused herself and went into the bedroom of their suite. Suddenly Bob remembered the hairbrush that Marie had packed and soon began to tremble. She soon reappeared wearing a short black skirt with matching nylons and heels. In her hand was that awful hairbrush as she ordered him on his knees. Bob knew this was not going to be any playful spanking that Marie sometimes liked to impose, but rather a serious encounter with the hairbrush for which he knew deep inside, he certainly deserved. “Aright Robert, we both know how and why you got yourself into this situation don’t we’? Marie said. “Yes ma’aam’ was all he could come up with as he glanced with fear at the menacing hairbrush. Marie announced that his punishment would be in 2 parts, taking place at that moment and then again the next day. For today’s punishment you will receive 500 swats with this trusty hairbrush, equaling the daily allotment of gambling dollars that you promised not to exceed for each day we are in Las Vegas. “500?” Bob exclaimed. He never received more than 200 on other occasions that he needed discipline. Still, he was grateful that he was only going to get punished for one day’s worth of gambling losses, not the entire trip’s. “Shut up” and get over here Marie said as she beckoned him to place himself over her knees. Facedown , over Marie’s knees was a position Bob was certainly familiar with. What he didn’t expect was the immediate ferocity of the hairbrush that was beginning to assault his backside. Whack,Whack,Whack,Whack ! went the brush as Marie alternated between each of Bob’s cheeks . He squirmed and protested but the brush came down harder and harder until he was almost crying. Marie kept the pace up until she got to giving out 200 well placed spanks. Bob’s bottom quickly turned from a nice shade of pink to a darker red. “Please, please stop Marie” Bob pleaded in vain as she picked up the pace concentrating on one spot for a volley of 25 rapid fire spanks before moving on to another. “I’ll be more careful with our money honey” Bob cried out! “Oh I’m sure you might try after this spanking” Marie laughed out loud as she continued to pummel his hapless quivering bottom with that wicked hairbrush. She clearly now was enjoying both herself and Bob’s discomfort as he tried to dance around the blows given that were pounding his twitching bottom. Working every square inch of Bob’s backside Marie moved the hairbrush over to the upper thighs and concentrated the last 50 spanks on Bob’s “sit spot”. Whack!,Whack!,Whack! went the brush !
Bob was now literally crying out for her to stop and could swear his fanny was on fire! Never before had Marie spanked him with so much force and vigor! When she finally stopped Bob was a blubbering mass of sorrow and humility. “I will never break a promise again Marie, I swear” he said through his tears. “I certainly hope not” she said but reminded him that even though this particular spanking was over, there still was phase 2 of his punishment to come the next day. “Now go stand in the corner and contemplate what just took place and why “Marie commanded to him. “Yes dear” he said as he slowly shuffled to a corner of the room. His rear was so sore he could hardly walk. In the background Bob could hear Marie speaking to someone on the telephone.” Yes, I want whatever the maximum effect for the fee. “Tomorrow morning around 11”? That would be great Marie stated. Bob figured she was lining up a pedicure or something to that effect. But he couldn’t make out the last part of the conversation she was having with the other party on the other end of the phone. Something about stopping at the nearest Home Depot store and picking something up from the flooring department or something? It didn’t’ make any sense to him.
Soon Marie came back into the room and announced “get dressed, we are going shopping and then you are taking me to dinner”. They then spent the next 3 hours shopping next door at the Forum Shops at Caesars. Bob loathed shopping with his wife but was ever so thankful that during all this time, he was on his feet and didn’t have to sit down on his very hot bottom. His feet might have been sore, but not anything like the soreness of his backside. Finished with shopping, they went to a nearby restaurant where Bob would soon be reminded of his recent spanking as they both sat down to dinner. Marie was seated comfortably, Bob not so much. It was going to be a long evening.
The next day as Bob and Marie were heading downstairs for breakfast her cell phone rang and she told the person on the other end to please hold for one second. Perhaps taking pity on him Marie gave Bob ten dollars and gave him permission to play the 25 cent slot machines while she took her call. He could hear Marie conversing on the phone and heard her confirm an 11 o’clock appointment of some sort. “That’ll be great’ she said as she hung up the phone. Bob glanced at her and noticed she had that same mischievous smile on her face like the other day and that same sense of dread had befallen him. Just then the slot machine that he had been playing displayed 3 jackpot symbols on the center line and Bob was a $300 winner! His euphoria was quickly dashed as Marie claimed the payout ticket reminding Bob that it was “her” money that she gave him to play the slots and besides, they could use the extra cash since there were plenty of other things to do that day. “300 dollars! “This is so perfect” Marie exclaimed with delight. They went to the cashier’s cage and collected the winnings. Bob then asked Marie if she was getting a pedicure or manicure treatment at 11 o’clock?
“What gave you that silly impression” she burst out laughing. “Ummm… I overheard you on the phone yesterday and a few minutes ago” Bob said. “Oh you did, did you”? Marie said laughing even louder. “Well Mister, I can tell you that there will be a treatment going on, but it won’t be a manicure or pedicure”! We need to go up to our room now she said. Bob looked at his watch. It was 10:30 a.m.
He didn’t know what to think. His bottom had recovered somewhat from yesterday’s spanking although still sore and tender, and Marie certainly was in a very jovial mood. Things seemed to be improving. Or so he thought.
Before Marie excused herself to use the bathroom she told Bob “when my friend Donna knocks on the door please let her in”. Shortly before 11:00 Bob answered a knock on the door and there stood Donna, a mid 40’s buxom lady dressed in business attire, very refined and attractive. “You must be Bob, I’ve heard so much about you” she said with a wide grin. When Bob asked what line of work she was in Donna remarked “ I specialize in Corporal Punishment. I give adult spankings to those in need”. Her demeanor suddenly changed as she instructed Bob to tell his wife that she was here. Bob’s head was spinning as it dawned on him that Phase 2 of his punishment was to be imposed by this Donna woman, a professional disciplinarian! He immediately was flush with humiliation as he realized that his punishment would also be enthusiastically witnessed by his own wife. Marie then emerged from the bathroom and ran up and embraced Donna saying” Thank you so much for coming here today, I am glad I got to meet you”. “My Pleasure” Donna replied and said “I really enjoy my work and am always happy to oblige a request for corporal punishment”. “Let’s get started shall we”? Donna stated as she glanced over at Bob. His face was full of embarrassment as he looked down towards the floor and could hear his wife exclaim with glee saying “yes, why don’t we”?
She then handed Donna an envelope containing the fee for Donna’s services, paid for with the winnings from the earlier slot machine winnings. Donna in turn handed Marie a bag from Home Depot store telling Marie it “was no problem at all and don’t worry about the cost, it’s the least I could do” she said with a wink. They both laughed with Bob standing there half listening too much full of anxiety to comprehend what they said or to even care at that point.
Donna sat down on the couch and instructed Bob to remove all clothing and to kneel before her. From out of her large handbag she pulled out a thin Lexan paddle and soon positioned Bob over her lap. Inspecting his previously spanked derriere Donna remarked to Marie” it looks like you did a good job the other day,and you may have a future in the art of corporal punishment”! They both laughed and then Donna hissed at Bob saying “you know very well why I am here and you are there and guess what hotcakes? This is going to hurt, as well it should”! “Understand little boy”? she coldly whispered. “Yes Donna” was Bob’s reply. “That’s Ms. Donna to you” she said as she sharply slapped his arse with her open hand.
That slap certainly got Bob’s attention as he bounced on her knee at the impact still feeling the effects from yesterday’s encounter with the hairbrush.
“Good, now we can begin in earnest” said Donna. Marie pulled up a chair and sat down watching with intent as the whole scene unfolded before her. ”Give it to him good Donna” Marie cheered with glee. “I certainly will” Donna replied and began working over Bob’s tender butt with the lexan paddle. Starting off slow and light she began increasing the speed and intensity that after a few minutes Bob’s rear felt like it had been attacked by a swarm of hornets. He actually was working up a sweat trying to escape the grasp of Donna who now had him in a leglock that provided for no escape. Whack,Whack,Whack,Whack ! was all one could hear in the room as that paddle continued to hit its target. “Ohhhhh,please stop” Bob howled as Donna really turned up the heat. He couldn’t believe how badly that little paddle stung and that he was helpless in escaping its wrath. Whack,Whack whack whack whack! it continued much to Marie’s delight and Bob’s displeasure. She taunted him with a reminder of the promise that he had broken. “Pleaaase Marie, make her stop” he cried out to a set of deaf ears. That helpless plea brought a smile to the ever efficient Donna who continued to spank Bob’s now very sore and very red bottom. Whack Whack Whack she continued to apply that paddle all over his behind including the upper thighs and that all important “sit spot”.”Ohhh I will never break a promise again”! he cried out. God, this woman is a spanking machine! he thought. Whack Whack Whack! Biting his lip he was on the verge of tears when Donna decided he had enough for the time being. “Now get yourself up and go stand in that corner” Donna commanded. As he walked to the corner we could see that Marie had given Donna a High Five and congratulated her on doing a fine job. “Oh I’m not quite done” she assured her newly found friend and fan. They sat and chatted for a while the numbness from the paddling subsided on Bob’s behind and the painful throbbing of its effects began to take over. Donna gave Marie some pointers on how she can effectively discipline Bob in the future should the occasion arise. “I’m really glad I picked up one of those street flyers advertising your services because otherwise I wouldn’t have met you” gushed Marie. “Next time we are in Las Vegas we will certainly have to get together again” Marie went on to say. ”Indeed” replied Bob’s hired tormentor. They both shared a laugh and now it was time for the conclusion of Bob’s punishment. His rear was very sore and swollen.
Donna beckoned Bob from the corner and said to him “ I understand you like card games and dice” Well we are going to play a little game of each. First game we will play is blackjack.” You do like blackjack, don’t you Bob? Don’t answer” she said. If I win you get 21 whacks with this nice wooden spencer paddle. If you win, you escape this portion of the punishment. Do you agree with this “? she finished saying. Bob jumped at the proposition figuring he had half a chance of avoiding that awful looking spencer paddle. ”Yes” he said “Excellent’ Donna squealed as she dealt the cards from the deck she pulled out of her handbag. Bob couldn’t believe his luck as he was dealt a king and a Queen for a total of 20!. The only way he could lose was for Donna to draw 21. She had an Ace showing and before she flipped her card over she offered Bob yet another proposition. “Bob, I know you are familiar with the term “doubling down aren’t you”? “Yes” he admitted. “Ok then, If you win this game then you will not only escape this portion of your punishment, but also the next one and we will be all done here”. Now Donna had planned for this and stacked the deck in her favor, knowing that Bob’s zeal for gambling would get the better of him so she set the trap. As expected Bob took the bait and jumped at the chance of being done with his punishment. He sounded a bit cocky when he blurted out “Ok Ms. Donna, let’s do it”! As soon as the words left his lips Donna flipped her card over showing a Jack of Clubs for a total of 21!
“You just lost again Bob!” shouted out Marie. Both laughed at Bob’s predicament and he quickly realized that he had been duped into believing he had any chance of winning. Before he could say something Bob was dragged to the couch and placed over one of its arms having his battered bottom exposed high in the air awaiting a visit from Donna’s spencer paddle. “You will enjoy this paddle Bob” Donna said. She explained it was made of wood at ½ inch thick and it has those lovely holes in it to decrease wind resistance. And those holes make for an excellent impression and cause some lovely blisters that will remind you of my visit for some time to come”. Whup!Whup!whup! went the spencer paddle as it struck Bob’s bottom slowly but meticulously. Unlike the small lexan paddle the spencer hit with more of a thud than a sting, biting deep into Bob’s sore bottom.
This hurt more than anything he ever experienced, that lexan paddle or even Marie’s wicked hairbrush. Soon real tears were falling down Bob’s cheeks as Donna laid the last 5 swats on his “sit spot”. He howled in pain as the last blow struck and was hoping around like a jack rabbit rubbing his sore aching butt. It was like he was feeling the flames of the Mirage’s man made exploding volcano licking against his burning bottom. “Look, he’s dancing” Marie exclaimed. “Oh I love it when they dance” said Donna.
Through his tears Bob could see Donna holding a pair of dice and a long thin bamboo cane. “Let’s see how good you are at dice” Donna taunted. She explained the simple rules of her next wicked game. Whatever number Bob would roll with the dice would be the number of strokes he would receive from the cane. The least number would be 2 and the highest 12. Bob was a blubbering mass as he studied both the determined look on Donna’s face and the sinister cane in front of him. She handed him the dice and he quickly gave them a roll. Seven! That was the number of strokes he would receive. He shuddered at the thought. Being the experienced Disciplinarian that she was Donna placed Bob over some pillows on the bed and restrained his arms and legs so he couldn’t move. She asked Marie to remove her panties and place them in her husband’s mouth so as to muffle his cries. “Are you ready Bob”? Donna sarcastically asked as she swished the cane a few times through the air. Swish!Splat! With the first stroke of the cane Bob’s body lurched forward as he let out a muffled cry. Swish! Splat! Then came the second,third and 4th blows to his blistered bottom.Angry looking welts appeared where the swishing cane had landed. His screams and howls were in vain as Donna seared and scorched his bum with all her might on the last 3 stokes. Swish! Splat! Swish Splat! Swish Splat!”Owwwwwww,Owwwwwww,” Bob cried. At least it was now over! Donna removed the panties that had gagged him and Bob was bawling like a baby. His bottom was white hot and was crisscrossed with welts from the unforgiving cane. After untying him Bob once again was jumping up and down rubbing and trying to soothe his blistered, battered and now bleeding rump. Between sobs Bob swore to Marie that he would never ever break a promise and would do whatever she asked of him. Donna gave Marie a knowing wink, kissed Bob on his tear soaked cheek and bid goodbye. “Oh, and thanks again for picking up that item from the Home Depot store” Marie said to Donna as she was leaving. “ You are very welcome, I’m sure you will put it to good use” chuckled Donna.
Marie then told Bob to compose himself and get ready to go out as they had lots of things to do and places to explore that day. He was still rubbing his freshly scorched bottom and wondering if he really learned his lesson this time. It hurt and blazed like the hot desert sun outside. And what was worse, they were in town for 3 more days and he was cut off doing any more gambling. “Put these shorts on” Marie said to Bob. “They are very thin and should be easy on your bottom, and besides, they look nice on you”. Bob felt Marie was at least sympathetic toward him and was beginning to feel better about himself despite the burning on his backside. “Shall we go?” Marie said cheerfully as they headed out towards the parking garage and their rental car. Marie brought along her purse and the bag from the Home Depot store. “I am driving” she announced.” I don’t want you to be distracted from what you will be experiencing in a very short time”. Bob had a puzzled look on his face upon hearing those words but suddenly it all became clear to him what she meant. Marie pulled out a 12” X 12” ceramic floor tile from the bag she was carrying. She placed the ceramic tile on the passenger seat and instructed Bob to get in the car. He gingerly sat down on the seat where the tile was placed and was pleasantly surprised at the sensation of coolness and relief he felt on his bottom. For a moment he almost forgot about the brutal spanking he had just endured. Marie started the car and began to drive off saying” I brought that ceramic floor tile for you to sit on so as a good way for that spanking to “sink in” and, give you time to reflect on just what had transpired these last two days’. Just as quickly as Bob felt relief on his poor bruised and battered bottom the reality of the spanking soon returned, as the burning sensation in his rear end came back with a vengeance. Soon he was squirming in his seat trying his best to get somewhat comfortable, sitting there on that unforgiving ceramic tile. He began to protest that the pain was almost unbearable. Marie just glanced over to him and gave him a grin. “Where are we going?’ Bob asked as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “The Grand Canyon!” Marie exclaimed. “I always wanted to go there and guess what? It’s “ONLY” a 4 and one half hour ride!” Marie said. “Now be quiet and “enjoy’ the ride” she laughed.
Bob began to whimper as he knew this was going to be one very, very long ride.
The end