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Impulse, Part Three

The instructions on the card that I picked read that I was to walk around the circle and ask everyone to slap my ass. Pretty please.

I feinted towards starting with Pup, who was sitting to my right, before turning and heading to the left. I turned and lifted my skirt, asking each participant to spank me. Even though I was at a sex party, I get into my head in this silly way where I think that if I show too much enthusiasm, people will think I’m strange. Yes, at a sex party. So I was keeping it kind of playful and reluctant, not wanting to show my hand.

When I reached the host of the party, I didn’t get the slap I expected. Instead, he folded his arms and smirked. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.” 

I felt a blush burn over my cheeks. I’d been friends with the host of this party since I got into the local kink scene. We met at the very first play party I went to, and he’s a profoundly sweet and kind person. Pup and I were at his wedding. He’s also 90% a sub. But he’s got this teensy, tiny little toppy streak that certain subs seem to have when they manage to channel all the cruelty and humiliation they crave and are used to receiving onto someone else.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me a bit closer. Even though he was sitting on the couch, I still felt small next to him. “Try again,” he said.

“Would you please slap my ass?” I scoffed and asked again. “Pretty please?” He nodded for me to keep going and I groaned. A few people in the circle were laughing. “Please, I really, really want you to spank me. I’d be so glad if you did.”

He delivered a sharp smack and sent me off around the circle. By the time I reached Pup, my rear was stinging. Azure had given me something on the gentler side, though I doubt that was the sole reason why Pup had doubled his efforts and hit me so hard that I visibly winced when I finally got to sit back down.

“Poor baby,” Pup teased. “But good thing I went last. Or people would’ve seen how hard they could have hit you.”

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