by Holla Dean
It was time to go up to Joe’s room. Francine took the elevator, smiled politely at another woman who got off on the twelfth floor, and made her way to room eighteen forty-two.
Joe Ryan was drop dead gorgeous! He had dark eyes, almost black hair, high cheekbones that gave him an exotic, Native American look. The dimple in one cheek was just adorable. Francine wondered why a guy that looked so hot would call an escort service. He would have no trouble picking up girls at a bar or anywhere else.
“Hello,” Joe said as he stepped back from the doorway to let her pass through. “You must be Francine, my escort.”
“I am,” Francine smiled at him, her blue eyes bright and sparkling. “You must be Joe.”
“That’s right,” he said with a big smile. “I have to tell you, Francine, you are far prettier than I expected.”
“Thank you, Joe.” She replied. “That’s very nice of you to say.”
Joe was surprised at how pretty Francine was. She had natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore very little make-up. His experience with escorts/call girls was that they troweled on the make-up and worked at looking the part. But Francine looked more like the classic ‘girl next door’ type. He was smitten; and then told himself to get a grip.
They sat down and talked for about ten minutes. Joe made no move to pay her so she had to remind him that she needed payment up front and then she could check in.
“I am so sorry,” Joe said. “I know that’s how it’s done, but I guess I’m just so captivated with you, that I forgot. Forgive me, please.
He got his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her three one hundred dollar bills.
“Before you call in, may I ask what the fee would be for more time? Say three or four hours?”
“It’s a flat three hundred an hour. There are no discounts unless you want an overnight escort.”
“Ok, why don’t you check in and tell them you’ll be with me for at least three hours, maybe four.”
What the hell am I doing? He asked himself. Don’t get involved...that’s the whole idea of using an escort service.
But he didn’t say anything. Three or four hours with this pretty girl would be a pleasure. He’d take her to dinner and then work out their post dining activity.
Holy cow! Francine thought. I’m going to make six to eight hundred bucks tonight! I can get the car fixed! Give Mom some money towards rent and food!
Joe took her to the fine restaurant in the hotel. He asked her if she was allergic to seafood and when she told him she wasn’t, he ordered steak and lobster for both of them.
They shared a bottle of red wine while waiting for their meal and Joe asked Francine a lot of personal questions that she didn’t really want to answer.
Francine didn’t like to lie so she stuck to the truth as much as she could, but she didn’t like revealing too much of her personal life to someone who was a stranger.
“You don’t like me asking you too many personal questions, do you?” Joe asked.
“Well, it’s just that I don’t know you very well. I have to be careful.”
“I understand,” Joe said. “How ‘bout if you just tell me a little bit about yourself? That way you can tell me only what you want to and I won’t be putting you on the spot with my questions.”
She smiled at him and nodded her head in agreement. Then she began to tell him that she had twin little girls and they all lived with her mother. Francine didn’t tell him that she was going to nursing school; only that she was in school working on a degree.
He asked if she was divorced from the father of her twin girls.
“No, we were never married. He vanished shortly after I told him I was pregnant. We’ve never heard from him since.”
Joe didn’t understand how a guy could do something like that, but he could see it was upsetting her to talk about it so he changed the subject to more general things and she soon relaxed again.
The time flew and soon two hours had passed since she had knocked on his hotel room. She needed to check in with the service again to assure them that she was safe and everything was all right. Joe told her to tell them it would be at least another two hours.
“I’m just enjoying your company and I know I won’t be ready to have you leave in an hour from now.”
Francine smiled at him and told the girl who answered the phone that she’d be with Joe for two more hours.
Joe ordered dessert and a bottle of wine and asked the waiter to have it sent up to his room.
Back in his room, Joe slipped off his blazer and took his shoes off. Francine sat down in a chair facing the sofa where Joe sat. She was feeling a little unsure of herself, not knowing what to do or expect.
She’d been with Joe now for over two hours, dessert and a bottle of wine was on the way. When was he going to ask for sex? Could it be possible that this gorgeous hunk really just wanted someone to spend the evening with him? It was hard to believe at three hundred dollars an hour.
Joe reached into his pocket as if her thoughts about the hourly rates had reminded him to pay her for the next two hours. He gave her six more one hundred dollar bills.
There was a knock at the door and Joe answered it. A waiter brought in the dessert plate with an assortment of miniature cakes and the wine. He opened the wine and poured two glasses. Joe tipped him and locked the door.
They sat there sipping wine and eating the little cakes. Finally Joe put his glass down and loosened his tie. Francine thought, now he’s going to ask me to undress.
“Before we start anything else,” Joe said. “I want to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your company tonight. It’s been a real pleasure talking to you. I guess I was half expecting some bimbo to show up and I have to say I am very happy it was you the service sent tonight.”
“Thank you, Joe.” Francine replied. “I’ve enjoyed being here with you as well. I have to confess, I’m a little new to this business and so far, you’re the most pleasant client I’ve had.”
Joe chuckled and said, “I had a feeling you might not be too experienced at this sort of thing.”
Francine blushed and asked, “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, not really. There’ve just been a couple of times when I sensed a little nervousness and maybe a hesitation when I ask a question you don’t want to answer. Most girls in this business have a stock answer all made up when they’re questioned on things they don’t want to give the true answer to. And that’s understandable in your line of work. You don’t really know the people you’re dealing with.”
She smiled at him and said, “I’m glad you understand that there are certain private things I’d rather not talk about.”
Joe took another sip of his wine and ate another little cake. He looked around the room and Francine thought maybe he was changing his mind about two more hours. Maybe he’d prefer if she returned the money for the fourth hour and left.
“Joe, it looks like you’re a little nervous now. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I’m just not sure how to bring up the things that I like to do.”
“Well, I guess the best way is to just tell me. There are a few things I won’t do so I guess maybe you better tell me what it is you’d like.”
“I don’t want to shock you, Francine. I have a small kink that I enjoy.”
Francine was nervous now. Did he want to tie her up? Did he want unprotected sex? Or did he want to fuck her in the ass? She wasn’t agreeing to any of those things.
Joe sighed, “I see I’ve already made you nervous again.”
She nodded and said, “Yeah, a little. I guess you should just tell me and then we’ll know if it’s something I’m willing to do.”
“Okay, I have a spanking kink.”
Relief washed over her. If all he wanted was for her to spank his ass, she could do that. No problem at all.
She smiled at him and said, “Why, Joe, I’d be happy to give your ass a spanking if that’s what you need. Have you been a naugh
Joe gave a little laugh and said, “No, Francine. I want to be the spanker. I want to take you and turn you over my knee and spank your cute little ass until it’s a nice rosy red.”
Francine’s mouth opened in a perfect O but no sound came out. Her ass cheeks had clenched at the idea of Joe spanking her. Her eyes were wide and she couldn’t think of a thing to say and doubted she would be able to speak.
He laughed again, put five one hundred dollar bills on the table, and said, “I’m going down the hall to fill the ice bucket. You think about it for a few minutes while I’m gone.”
Joe picked up the ice bucket and just as he was about to open the door he turned around.
“Oh yes, if it will help you to decide; that’s another five hundred dollars on the table that I’m willing to pay you for the pleasure of warming your cute ass. I’ll be right back.”
Francine didn’t know what to do. She sure could use that extra five hundred dollars. That would be a total of thirteen hundred dollars for the night. All for her; she didn’t have to give the service any cut from the five hundred. It was definitely not an amount of money to scoff at.
There were so many things she and her little girls needed. She knew her mom was struggling with finances, even though she never complained, and this would be such a boost for all of them.
But to let someone hit her? Could she do that? What if he got carried away and hurt her? Hell, what if his main intent was to hurt her? No, she couldn’t believe he’d really want to hurt her. He was just too nice a guy.
Not one moment at any point in this evening with Joe had she felt any warning flags or discomfort with his demeanor. She had been totally relaxed and at ease the entire time once he understood she didn’t really want to talk about things too personal. Other than the natural nervousness she still had from being new to this business, she was one hundred per cent comfortable with Joe.
Still, he wanted to hit her. OK, maybe hit was too strong a word. He wanted to spank her. Spank her like a bad little girl. Spank her until her ass was red; ‘a nice rosy red’ were his exact words.
She heard the door open. Joe was back. He came and sat down on the sofa across from her and just looked at her with his brow raised and asked, “Well?”
Francine took a deep breath and said, “I don’t know, Joe. It scares me.”
He pursed his lips and nodded his head. “Have you never been spanked before?”
“No, never. My parents yelled at me, grounded me, and took away privileges. But they never hit me.”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend that wanted to engage in a little erotic spanking?”
Francine shook her head.
“Tell me this,” Joe said. “Are you at least considering it? Or is it completely off the table?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. When I see that little pile of money on the table and think about all the things my girls need, and how my car is practically on its last leg, how my mother struggles to help me with the girls so I can go to school; it’s very tempting.”
“I take it there’s a big ‘but’ coming?” He asked when she paused.
“But, you want to hit me! It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
Joe tilted his head in a slight nod and said, “By definition, yes, a spanking is intended to cause some pain. However, I wouldn’t quite equate it with hitting per se.”
Nothing was said for several minutes. Joe finally decided to let her off the hook; clearly she was uncomfortable with the notion of receiving a spanking.
“Okay, Francine. I see you’re not ready for this, and it’s all right. Really, I don’t mind. But I do have just one question.”
“What?” She asked.
“Isn’t your pussy wet just thinking about it? Don’t you just want to try it and see what it’s like?”
“That’s two questions.”
“So it is. Are you going to answer them?”
Francine had been ignoring her pussy. Even as it quivered and her legs squeezed tightly together at the thought of a spanking, she’d managed to ignore what her pussy was doing. Her panties were a bit damp. And yes, she did wonder what it would be like. She had to be honest with Joe; she just couldn’t lie and deny it.
“Damn it! Yes and yes.”
Joe chuckled again and said, “Then why not give it a try? I give you my word that I will go easy on you since it’s your first time.”
“How can you go easy on me when you said you want to turn my ass a rosy red?”
“Lighter spanks, just more of them will give the same end result as harder spanks for a shorter period of time. I promise if it becomes too much for you to bear, we will stop.”
She took a deep breath, reached for the five hundred dollars and said, “Ok, but when I say stop, you have to stop.”
“Of course. Only let’s use ‘red light’ instead of the word stop.”
“Red light? Why?”
“Because very often stop doesn’t really mean stop. So a different word or phrase is better.”
“Ok, now what?”
“I like to have a reason to spank. Is there anything you’ve done recently that perhaps you’re not terribly proud of? Something you shouldn’t have done?”
Yeah, she could think of one really big thing she wasn’t terribly proud of.
“You mean something like becoming a call girl? A prostitute? A whore? Something like that?”
“That could work; yes, it could work very well.”
“So, you’re going to spank me because I’ve taken up being a whore to earn money?” She thought it was kind of ironic that he had called for that type of service and was paying her to let him spank her.
“You know, Francine, the occupation you’ve chosen can be a very dangerous one.”
Joe cleverly worked a discussion about the hazardous possibilities of her new profession into an outright lecture.
He talked for a good fifteen minutes about the dangers of going to see strange men in their hotel rooms, never knowing for sure what you’re going to end up with. He spoke of what a tragedy it would be for her little girls if something were to happen to their mother. Even if it was nothing more than getting arrested and having to serve the standard six months in jail for a prostitution conviction.
By the time he stopped lecturing; Francine was nearly in tears and ready to make this call her last call. She’d get a straight job and just struggle with expenses and school.
As Joe talked, he had moved to the bed and was now sitting on the edge of it. He patted the bed next to his leg and said, “Come here, Francine. It’s time.”
At this point, Francine felt she deserved a spanking. She rose from her chair and went to him. She stood to his right and he took her left wrist and guided her over his lap. Joe had already put some pillows to his left for her to lay her upper body on. Her legs were supported on his right by the bed.
He flipped her skirt up, exposing her nearly bare ass. She wore a thong, but it left the majority of her ass cheeks naked. She also wore some sexy thigh high stockings that had cute little bows at the top of them. Joe thought they were quite fetching and he felt his cock begin to grow hard.
Joe started out with rubbing her ass. Then he moved on to light taps on her cheeks. First the right cheek, then the left. The taps progressed to slightly harder slaps.
This isn’t so bad, Francine thought. If this is the worst it gets, I can take this for a long time. It’s going to be all right. I can do this.
The slaps progressed to more of a smack. These were definitely harder and more uncomfortable. But she could take it.
The worst part was that Joe had taken up his lecturing again. He was bringing up all sorts of possible scenarios that she could run into in her line of work. Francine was beginning to feel bad again about her line of work.
“So you understand why you’re getting spanked, don’t you, Francine?” Joe asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’d like to hear it from you. Tell me why you are being spanked.”
Either he was spanking her harder now or it had been going on long enough that it was starting to hurt more.
“Um, because it dangerous and it would hurt my little girls if something happened to me.”
“That is correct.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ok, these whacks are definitely harder.
“Uh...Joe. It’s...um...starting to really hurt now.”
“It is a spanking, Francine. The idea is for a spanking to hurt.”
“Yeah...but...ow!!”
Her ass clenched and she could feel her pussy getting wetter. She didn’t understand that at all. How could something that hurt make her pussy get all excited?
Joe stopped spanking and reached down to pull her shoes off her feet. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down around her knees. He rubbed her ass.
“Your beautiful ass is a very nice shade of pink.”
“Pink? Are you sure it’s only pink? It feels like it must be rosy red by now.”
“Yes, Francine. I’m sure. Your ass is pink. A very lovely shade of pink, but by no means a rosy red.”
He began spanking her again. Lightly again, and then progressing to harder, sharper, stingy smacks.
Francine was squirming on Joe’s lap and he held her firmly by the waist with his left hand.
“Try to stay still.” He told her.
“Joe, please...please...stop. It hurts. I’d like you to stop now.” Actually, her pussy was so wet now that she was hoping he’d like to move on to another kind of activity. One that would ease that growing ache deep inside her.
He ignored her and continued to spank her. Her bottom was a beautiful shade of deep pink. It would soon be the rosy red he was looking for.
His cock was straining to be released from his pants. He wanted to bury it deep inside Francine’s pussy. Joe was sure her pussy was soaking wet and ready for him to fuck her.
Francine was on the verge of crying now. Her ass hurt! It was stinging and Joe wasn’t listening to her.
“Please stop! Joe, you promised you’d stop if it was too much. Please! It’s too much! I can’t take more!”
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