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Jasmin’s Tingle No.4
Published by Lot’s Cave
Corporal Punishment, © 2015, by Marshall Gibson
All Rights Reserved
Cover by Moira Nelligar
All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Jasmin found ways to settle into her new life as a virgin entertainer at the Silver Dollar Bar. Every evening around eight o’clock, Andy and his crew of fornicating libertines would arrive at the bar. Immediately finding themselves surrounded by welcoming ladies eager for their attention and their pesos. Andy would order a drink for himself, along with ladies drinks for two or three of his affectionate lady-friends, and begin expressing his affections to them by stroking the ladies between their legs.
“I miss your little pussy,” he would commonly say as the girl smiled in response to his intimate touch. Jasmin would observe Andy’s licentious displays of affection upon each lady’s pussy, as she wished with painful envy that he might do the same with her. Andy never did however, knowing that she was too young to experience such intimate contact from a man.
“I wish he would touch me and think of me like he does the other girls,” she thought too remorsefully to herself. “I wish he would just notice me.”
Through the course of the night, several customers would order the infamous Zen Milk Bath cocktail, which cost them one thousand pesos, or five times the usual two-hundred pesos a regular cocktail would cost. The high price of the cocktail was not attributed to the expense of the ingredients, but the special service which came with it. When a customer ordered the special cocktail, he selected a lady to accompany him to a special booth in the back corner of the bar, partially veiled in the shadows. The gentleman would then take his seat in the booth, while the accompanying lady deferentially crawled under the table to provide him the services of her mouth until he spilled his semen having her swallow. At the appropriate time, one of the wait-staff would appear with a hot, wet towel, a bowl, and glass of club soda for the girl to expectorate and rinse her mouth and clean her face as needed. Jasmin was impressed with how gracefully and discreetly the entire episode unfolded, and the visible degree of class with which the seemingly indecent act was performed.
“You can make a lot of money doing that, Jasmin,” Melissa pointed out to her virginal protégé upon witnessing the display of carnal pleasure for the first time. “And you can keep your virginity while you do it.”
“Gago, I don’t want to have semen in my mouth!” Jasmin retorted. “How nasty.”
“I know. I’m not fond of it either.” Melissa confessed.
“Have you done that?” Jasmin inquired shamelessly.
“Sometimes,” Melissa replied reticently. “Not too much.”
“I can’t imagine ever doing that.” Jasmin replied firmly.
“Maybe Andy will let you to do it to him,” Melissa suggested.
“Gago, never!” Jasmin exclaimed. “I’m too shy for him. “I can’t even think of having a penis in my mouth. How can I ever think of having his semen in my mouth?”
“You’re like a little girl,” Melissa admonished. “It’s just a blowjob.”
At the end of each night, most of the remaining girls would retire to the ladies dorm to change clothes, and then head to the internet café or the nearby canteen for a bite to eat. The ladies who had violated one or more of the rules would be brought into the small office, issued notices of disciplinary action, and then be restricted to the confines of the ladies dorm until Josie would arrive the following morning.
In the morning, Josie would have the girls line up outside of the office, and instruct them to undress themselves down to their bra and panties. In a business-like fashion, she would bring them one-by-one into the small room to administer the requisite corporal punishment upon them. The sound of girls being whipped every morning quickly became a common sound for Jasmin.