By Calyopius
The Motel was the last stop before hell and no one seemed to care. Just a year ago the newly graduated Mercy had had high dreams of blowing the dead end town but now she knew she would be here until she died. A year and she had already given up. The diner job was all she had and that had reduced her to deliveries to those passing through, food for losers who would not even come to the diner.
It didn’t even matter that her side line was boosting these losers while they grabbed a coke, hit the shower or just plain checked out her ass. She was smart too, a twenty here and 10 there, never the whole poke, never anything that would be missed at the time. Sometimes she made a hundred bucks a night.
Most nights she just worked flipping burghers at the dinner for those customers who could still walk. Not tonight though, the five feet nothing blonde smiled. She had just laid her baby blues on a one hell of a smart car. Someone might not miss more than a twenty; she made a self-aware evil cartoon grin and then sashayed with a hip swaying glide down past the empties letting her tight low cut pants do all the eye-gathering.
The door to the corner room was open, the one double affair kept for high rollers. Some guy was about to get lucky or so he will think. The room too was empty, some high fluting baggage and no one to care.
Mercy whistled tunelessly as she danced around the room for the goodies and saw the fancy purse. “We have a winner,” she said with her cartoon grin.
Her hand was in the cookie jar when the door closed from the inside.
“Hiya,” Mercy bluffed and took up a willing stance.
The woman was smart in every way. She could have bought the motel with what she was wearing, hell she could have bought the town. Pretty too, in a TV newsreader way, but taste, that was it. It was no never-mind to Mercy that the lady was halfway to being black, though it would bother some folks in town. Well not so much these days, not that she was black, but that she was black and smart and loaded, that would bother some folks and it would make no never-mind that one of her folks was probably white.
“Tell me Ma’am, what brings you to Sparksville,” Mercy decided that conversation with a friendly red-neck would smooth her out.
“Perhaps you should tell me what you are doing in my room?” the woman spoke real pretty, like Boston pretty and with smart even white teeth. A young Hale Berry, Mercy thought, but that might be racist as she didn’t quite look like her.
“Oh Ma’am, I brought you your order from the diner,” Mercy held out her hand for a tip.
“I see,” the woman relaxed and her whole demeanour and attitude screamed it; relaxed and supremely confident.
This made Mercy suddenly very nervous.
“So allowing for the fact that I didn’t order anything, I mean if I want a diner I will go there, what I want to know is…”
Mercy stood up straight and expectant, without realising it she was hanging onto every word the woman wanted to say; even the words she hadn’t thought yet.
“…where is this order?”
Mercy’s mouth froze mid speaking and she gently allowed her teeth to come together in a nervous smile. “I guess I am busted Ma’am,” she admitted. She had found that most people weren’t that threatened by a 19-year-old kid and sometimes they even gave her five-spot to skedaddle.
“So you are a thief?” the woman who wasn’t Halle Berry and who didn’t read the news said.
“Kinda, yah…” Mercy had the good grace to be embarrassed. “Excepting round here we call it Boost skimming,” she shrugged as if that explained it all. “You have a name Ma’am?” It was back to the conversational gambits and the harmless kid persona.
“You have a law in town?” the woman said ignoring the question.
“We have a fire station, it has an engine and everything,” Mercy said enthusiastically, “Deputy’s office ain’t far though… maybe, well that way, takes ‘em about 20 minutes if their free, days if they’re not.”
“And if I called them?”
“Saying what exactly?” Mercy sounded awfully helpful, “I mean they had a gangbang car chase last month, guns a blazing…” she emulated a movie shoot out, “Compared to that you have… what something you can prove? Maybe I saw something and can be your witness.” She showed her lower set of teeth in a smile.
“What about your parents, I could call them?”
“That, Ma’am, would be a smart move and I know you are smart,” Mercy made a tutting sound as if preparing someone for bad news. “You see for about half the kids around here, even big kids outta school like me, well mommy and daddy would come real quick and apologise to you, and the kid, especially the girls… well they would get a spanking.”
“And the other half?”
“No Daddy and… well my mom is a flake, sorry mom, nice lady and I love her but she… anyway, she would barely break a sweat telling me how disappointed she was.”
“Thank you…?” a questing gesture was made.
“Mercy, Ma’am, Mercy Grainger,” Mercy said, “I usually get away with stuff,” she shrugged as if to say no hard feelings.
“Thank you Mercy, that helps me quite a bit, oh I am Avery Hamilton, I usually win too, but maybe on a bigger scale,” she smiled warmly as she held up a finger and thumb.
Mercy decided she liked Avery and she smiled.
Avery locked the door and went to her bags.
“I can go now,” Mercy offered hopefully.
“Oh no, stay a while, I insist,” Avery said as she retrieved a black leather paddle from her bag.
“Oh you came prepared Ma’am,” Mercy’s smile retreated just a tad.
“Always,” Avery said.
“You could call my mother, she is an actress, Stockton Grainger, you might have heard of her, she goes by Beth when she isn’t working, which sad to say is almost always these days, I mean who is going to hire a… anyways, she might spank me, yes definitely, I am sure she will, apologise too…”
Avery led an unresisting Mercy by the arm and tipped her across her lap as she sat on the bed. The girl’s tight low cut pants went south easily and although they were no impediment, Avery discarded the thong too, in its case, snapped put and in the waste basket.
“Oh my, what a very nice little white bottom, pert too and kind of standout athletic,” Avery said, “Generous too for such a small girl.”
Mercy liked the way Avery said bottom, it was real class and it made her tingle in some places.
“You know I can see your little lady peeking through,” Avery told the girl over her lap, “That’s quite lovely too.” It usually served a girl well to be thoroughly humiliated at this stage.
“Thank you I guess, but you’re just trying to embarrass me so that I am set for a good spanking,” Mercy pouted.
“You been spanked before?” Avery asked.
“Not so much,” Mercy sounded a whole lot less cocky now, “Grandma once when I was… and I got paddled in the 10th grade…”
“It figures,” Avery sighed, “You know if I had been a Boost Skimmer at your age my momma would have spanked me until I could not sit down for a week or two and then just for good measure she would have sent me sans culottes out into the fields near our house to cut a whole parcel of switches. You know what sans culottes means Mercy?”
“It’s French for no panties, I can see why that would be real embarrassing,” Mercy felt strange and completely in free fall.
“You are a smart kid,” Avery told her, genuinely impressed.
“So I have these switches and half the kids in the street laughing, little kids too and me about your age…”
“So you were a Boost Skimmer?” Mercy tried to make distracting conversation again.
“No Mercy, but I did other stuff, but smart of you to see I was telling it true…”
“Then what happened?”
“I got a switching right on my bare bottom, not just lash after lash, but switch after switch… right in front of everybody… deserved it too…”
“Like me I guess,” Mercy said ruefully.
“Yes Mercy,” Avery agreed.
“Then what happened?” Mercy was all gooey but not forgetting her imminent spanking, which kind of fed in too.
“Oh Honey I could not sit down for years… I just got to use chairs again last week.”
Mercy laughed.
“You’re a good kid,” Avery said affectionately.
“Not so much,” Mercy sighed.
“Sure you are, you just don’t get spanked enough,” Avery told her.
“I guess…”
The paddle stung Mercy’s bare bottom and she yipped; the burn sang all over and in between. Mercy wanted to deconstruct, analyse and savour, but there was suddenly too much and too many.
“Ahhhh,” Mercy needn’t have cried out yet, but it seemed polite.
The paddle rose and fell and Mercy realised that she wasn’t being patronised. It hurt, it really hurt and she wanted to cry. So she did.
Avery spanked hard and fast for a dozen minutes and then stopped. Mercy’s bottom was as two polished tomatoes, in a way that only white folk and especially blonde white folks could. The girl was crying softly and her bare bottom was shiny and tender sore. Avery knew that her panties were too wet to wear; Mercy too had similar issues.
“I want to part friends Mercy,” Avery said, “But I am not ready to stop spanking you.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Mercy wept, “I guess I have it coming, I can’t blame you…”
“You do, but I can’t lie, I want to spank you because your bottom is a perfect little sphere of ‘oh-my-lord.’”
“I read some books about spanking, quite a few… I don’t mean porno either, well not just them…” Mercy could not believe she was telling Avery this, “I read about consent… if that’s what you mean? But I don’t want to consent because it is not up to me… I think I need it to really stop before it can really be a spanking…”
“Honey, I don’t do safe words, but I don’t do kids either… you sort of straddle that line… oh hell,” Avery resumed the spanking and for good measure extra hard too.
Mercy hollered for real and did not stop long enough to cry for a good long while.
It was quite a while later that Avery brought the spanking to an end. Mercy was in pieces by then, but sticky puss pieces, the older woman could even smell it.
“I want that cherry behind in the corner,” Avery told the weeping girl.
Mercy sniffed and nodded as she obeyed. “Yes Ma’am.”
“If you can sit down tomorrow you’ll have to come back so that I can give you a top up,” Avery told her.
Mercy swung around and gaped. Then seeing the mischief on Avery’s face she smiled and turned back. “Ma’am, if you told me too I would, I really would.”
“Perhaps I will,” Avery said and started to unpack as her eyes were appreciating the view of the now humbled girl.
Avery was impressed that Mercy did not move or complain for the 30 minutes or so it took for Avery to reorganise the rooms to her liking and shower and change. For a long second she was torn between sending Mercy away so that she could take some private time or keeping the show going. Mercy was too cute. Look but not touch, she reminded herself of her under 21 rule.
“Okay Mercy you can go,” Avery said.
“Please Ma’am can I stay?”
“You can stay with your cute red buns on display but that’s all,” Avery said.
“I’ll take it ma’am,” Mercy said in a shy voice.
And I think little Miss Crush has landed, Avery thought. “Sure kid, but maybe you could get me something to eat after all?”
“Like this?” Mercy said.
The knock at the door interrupted the conversation.
“Don’t let them in,” Mercy blurted.
“It doesn’t work that way Honey,” Avery said and then louder, “Come in.”
The door swung open without ceremony Daly the Motel manager came in. “Oh fuck, what is she doing now? Mercy are you trying to get me…”
“Excuse me,” Avery cut in, “I got this.”
Daly Webster looked bored an unimpressed. At 29 she was another from the legion of the lost. Her mid brown hair worn in a ponytail made her look like a college coach and at five-eight she had the build for it too. “Look if she is a problem…”
“I said, I got this,” Avery said sharply.
Daly nodded and then as a way of reasserting some authority she said, “You must be Hamilton…”
“Ms Hamilton to you,” Avery said.
“Yeah, Muzz… was that? I am sure it was something else… A something…” Daly kept going.
“My name is Ms Avery Hamilton, what do you want?” convinced now that Daly was a half-wit.
“Oh, it’s an accent thang,” Daly made a hand gesture which might have been an approximation of a parody of something, “Miss Hamilton, I came about the noise, is there a problem…” about then she had really taken notice of Mercy’s bottom and became a little open mouthed, “Damn that looks sore.”
“Did someone complain about the noise?” Avery asked.
“No I… there is no one to complain actually…”
Avery got up and moved Daly towards the exit. “Your vending machine doesn’t work, neither of them, and the bathroom in the reception is a mess… you could be fixing those…”
“Yah maybe,” she took another peek at Mercy’s butt, “Sure I can’t help?”
Avery pushed her outside and closed the door.
“That was embarrassing,” Mercy said in a taught voice.
“You deserve it,” Avery laughed.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Cut along, I’ll go find this diner before it closes,” Avery told her.
***
Avery had been surprised to find Mercy working back at the diner ahead of her, but not surprised at the friendly attentive service she got from her.
“My Mom is an actor, that’s why she doesn’t work and my sister Hope is in senior high; that makes little-old-me the breadwinner and I just got retired from the boosting business,” Mercy winked, “Not a lot of customers these days, here or at the motel. There are two stores, well three if you count Henderson’s but he never opens and when he does he sells broken down washing machines and such.”
“So the town is dying?” Avery said.
“Lady, the town is dead.”
“You have a school, must be kids,” Avery pointed out.
“It is in Waller, where the deputy’s office is, they got a library too,” Mercy told her.
Avery looked around the diner; there was one other customer, an old man reading a newspaper. A middle-aged black woman was working the counter.
“Do you have any other family?”
“My aunt works at the library in Waller, she is my mom’s half-sister and a little younger. She’s kind of stuck up, thinks she is too good for this town,” Mercy rubbed her bottom and pouted, “You know that hurt,” she whispered, “I can’t sit down.”
“Sleep on your tummy tonight,” Avery said.
“Oh I won’t be sleeping tonight; I have a whole lot to work through…” Mercy blushed and screwed up her face, why was she saying that?
***
When Avery got back to the motel there was a flood in the reception and the vending machines had both acquired handwritten notes saying out of order.
“It backed up,” Daly said with a shrug.
“And the vending machines, aren’t they both just empty?”
Daly shrugged again, “What you doing here anyway? Too much luggage to be just passing through and I got you down for two weeks. Kind of strange if you ask me.”
“Daly is it? I need a hand with something,” Avery beckoned and went to her room.
Daly pleased to have a closer look at the woman’s business followed, “Sure thing Ma’am.”
Once inside Avery locked the door and got her paddle.
“No,” Daly gasped and made to run, in her haste the door wouldn’t open and she found herself hauled backwards and thrown face down onto the bed.
It took Avery a blink of an eye to tug down Daly’s pants and panties and then a spanking ensued.
“Bitch, you fucking bitch, you can’t do this to me,” she railed as the paddle fell stroke after stroke.
Avery had a determined look in her eye and those eyes beheld Daly’s bare bottom with a glimmer of amusement. With one hand in the small of her back she pinned the woman so that with her right she delivered a rain of sharp spanks to the upturned sphere of the behind before her.
“Okay, maybe… I’m sorry,” Daly said.
“Oh, why?” Avery asked, pausing to pick up a pillow.
“I guess I ran my mouth,” Daly muttered.
“Lift your hips,” Avery ordered her.
Daly looked around to object, but on seeing Avery’s eyes she found herself obliging as the woman put the pillow under her.
Avery resumed the spanking, hard and steady, until Daly pulled another pillow to her and bit down. As the burn took hold she made small noised in her throat as she tried to bear it. She had been crying for five minutes before Avery called another halt.
This time Avery produced some thumb-cuffs and secured Daly’s thumbs. The woman looked back, eyes red-rimmed and a look of confused surrender on her face. “This is fucked up,” she said.
Avery ignored her as she secured the manager’s ankles with a dressing gown cord. “Kneel up,” she ordered.
Daly struggled to comply and her bottom wagged like a dog as she clambered into position. Avery helped her so that the young woman was up on her knees with her bare bottom high in the air. Then Avery opened her trunk and took the long paddle held diagonally in the lid.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Daly said.
“It won’t help you.”
“I know,” the motel manager said.
Avery extended the paddle to Daly’s face. The woman understood somehow and made to kiss it just as Avery moved it tantalisingly out of reach of her lips. “This is going to hurt,” Avery said, “This is going to hurt a whole lot.”
“I know,” Daly said and looked like she was ready to cry again.
This time Avery let her kiss the paddle and then made her take the first swat; and two dozen more without pause. Daly screamed, and gasped and made long and protracted wailing noises in her throat as she was spanked; swat following swat. Then every once in a while Avery paused and let Daly sob her soul away, big heaving wet sobs, sobs mixed with snot and yet more fluids dripping from her other end. By this time Daly’s bottom was a crimson stain of pain.
“We are so not done,” Avery told her, but you can have a time out.
“Thank you Ma’am,” Daly nodded gratefully even as she cried.
Helped up and over to face the wall, Daly asked in an awe drenched voice, “How did you know?”
“I always know,” Avery reassured her.
Daly sagged against the wall and continued to nod in confused acceptance.
***
Avery made some calls and sent a text, before fussing with some documents.
Daly waited, her bottom hurt and she was about as horny as any girl ever gets. “You ain’t gonna just toss me out when you’re done with my ass are you?” she asked.
“Might do, that’s up to me isn’t it?” Avery gave the woman half her attention.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“What would you like me to do with you?” Avery asked.
“I… I…” Daly was a billion miles from someone whoever expected to be asked what she wanted. The only trouble was, this was the one thing she never wanted to decide.
“Lucky for you I know how this goes,” Avery might have read the girl’s mind, “Back into position.”
Daly obeyed with wince and again with a struggle got on her knees on the bed and jiggled her knees until they met her elbows so that her bare bottom was jutting upwards again.
“I –I don’t think I was that bad… b-but I want to apologise… I want to…”
Avery interrupted Daly’s words with another swat.
“Shit, huh,” and she was breathing rapidly again.
The paddle again swept in a wide arch meeting bottom square, not once but many times. Two dozen juicy swats in and about a bucket of fresh tears Avery stopped.
“So long as I am here I am going to demand top rate service from this motel, which means from you. If I don’t like something, then you get a spanking. If I like something but I am bored, you get a spanking… if you want to offer up more, I’ll take it, no strings and guess what honey… you are definitely going to get a spanking. Are we on the same page here?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Daly whispered.
“What was that?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Daly spoke up.
“Are we on the same page here?”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” Daly yelled.
“Hold that position,” Avery said and out of sight of the bottom-zinging girl she got undressed right down to a bustier and stockings. From her trunk she took a belt with a decidedly thick phallus projecting form what would form the front end. The toy was rigged with a part that would pleasure the wearer and further back still nestle into something tighter.
The still wielding the paddle she paraded around to where Daly could see her.
“We have a little paddling to go but then we get down to the honeymoon…” Avery said, “I spank strictly on the NC, and you can call a cop if you want to, but anything else has to be a choice, even if that choice is no choice,” Avery took rolling steps so that her traffic stopping tail advertised her talents where Daly could see it, “So speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“We could just skip the next spanking part,” Daly whimpered.
“And the lube too, if you insist,” Avery grinned like a cat.
“Lube…?” Daly gulped, “With that? Look I never… oh my.”
“All choice gone with the next spank unless you want to call it no lube day.”
“This is so cruel,” Daly had lived a life of unfulfilled dreams, “Don’t make me…” decide, she whimpered to herself.
The paddle landed and Daly rolled with it.
The spanking was short and sharp as all too soon Avery was slicking up her friend Johnson and introducing liquid salvation to Daly’s bottom, and all in between.
“I never, never, I never…” Daly muttered as the cool hard tip touched the hot tight bud. Then mouth and eyes opened in wide sympathy as her secret place began to yield. She seized a pillow and but down hard.
“I could always stop and replace it with a pencil, and have you do all the work,” Avery teased.
“N-nnnner…nooooo Ma’am,” Daly groaned.
“No? So I should…?” Avery began to pull out.
“N-no…don’t stop,” Daly pleaded.
Avery drove her point home with a knowing smile, she had the girl’s measure as usual.
Daly being the only staffer working overnight there was no one to hear her announce touch down in a way that could have been heard from the road.
***
Daly hugged her new best friend and mistress like a snuggled puppy as both women lay nude upon the bed. “I have had thoughts about this kind of stuff since… since forever,” Daly said.
“Oh? In a town like this, I would have thought spanking was never far away,” Avery possessively stroked Daly’s very red bare bottom.
“Yeah, kid’s stuff mostly, the paddle in school… I always got kind of… you know… around that. But I never… with a woman and… like that… you know?” Daly purred, “Do you have husband… girlfriend?”
“I have lots of girlfriends… and many more… conquests,” Avery wanted to nip this in the bud if she needed to, “No husband and no one in particular… ever.”
“I am a conquest ain’t I?” Daly smiled contently.
“My personal property so long as I am in town,” Avery told her.
“My ass will testify to that, every part of it and all the way…”
“So no possessive jealousy when I am doing what needs doing?” Avery gave Daly’s bottom a stern pat.
“Yes Ma’am, I mean no ma’am,” then she raised herself onto her elbows so that she could see Avery’s face. “You are way out of my league and I know it…”
“Honey I am out of everyone’s league, but stick with me for a while and I will definitely raise your game.” Avery pulled the woman down into a hug.
“My honour and pleasure,” Daly said with a wide grin and a little excited shimmy of her legs.
“I am going to spank your cute behind again in a little while, just because,” Avery told the girl, “And then you are going to return the favours I bestowed.”
Daly felt a little afraid about getting spanked again, but deep down to the core excited too, but the prospect of riding this queen with a dildo or whatever, set her heart pounding. “Yes Ma’am,” she agreed.
“Now who do I have to see about getting what I want done in this town?” Avery asked.
Daly shrugged, “The mayor I guess, or the preacher… they are just about the only people who get listened to around here.”
“And where do I find these fine gentlemen?”
Daly laughed and kissed Avery’s shoulder, “The preacher is real gentleman alright; he lives with his wife and daughter in the house behind the church. John Martin is kind of old and his wife Abigail pretty much runs the church now. I am guessing the only one with real power though, is Christine Templeton, our mayor for… well just about forever.”
“Interesting, tell me about them all,” Avery cupped Daly’s bottom and caressed hard so the woman bit her lip and gasped from the residual pain.
“Yes… Ma’am,” she breathed.
***
Daly was up on her knees again with her head down and her ass in the air. Avery stood over her, glorious in her nakedness and hefted the paddle. There had already been a dozen swats delivered to the motel manager’s welty red bottom, sending her to bit down on a pillow as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. In short order there were a dozen more causing Daly to bite down hard and make muffled throaty groans.
“I do so love turning red neck ladies into red bottomed ones,” Avery told her conquest, “You just might not sit down for a week and even if you can, you will remember me every time you do.”
There were a dozen more just because she could and then Avery put the paddle down as Daly had a not so little cry.
“Feeling better?” Avery asked, her hand reaching out a tracing the red hot welts on Daly’s bottom.
“Yes Ma’am,” Daly smiled although her face was still drenched in tears.
“Now do you know what a French kiss is?” Avery asked.
Daly knelt up and nodded shyly.
Avery returned a wolfish grin and said, “So we change places… and then you can kiss my derrière.”
It took a beat for Daly to get it and then she blushed, “I guess no dildo thing then?”
The out-of-towner slowly shook her head. “You’re going to take your time, slow and easy,” Daly crawled seductively onto the bed presenting her magnificent bare bottom to her conquest.
Daly gulped, but Avery’s behind was worth and due this worship. In that moment she knew that as long as she lived she would do anything Avery told her, no matter how degrading. “Yes Ma’am,” she said and knelt behind her queen.
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