Josie's POV  I truly hoped I was not about to watch live porn. I quickly looked away when he approached her kneeling form. If she started moaning, I was hightailing it the fvck out of here. She didn’t moan, but she squeaked -very loudly. My head whipped back to find him rubbing her butt very gently. He’d just spanked her. In front of several people. Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal. The harlot in my head was trying to convey something to me, mostly in the form of my dampening panties but I shut he

Josie's POV     “I’m not so sure about that.” I nibbled on my tongue worriedly. “What are the particulars of the game exactly?”“What if I show you?”Um…… that didn’t sound so bad.“Okay, then. Show me.”In answer, he took hold of my elbow and guided me out of the ballroom. As crowded as the place was, we didn’t run into a single person. They all parted like the red sea before Moses before we even got anywhere near them. It was odd and creepy to say the least. Before I knew it, we were outside the ballroom.“This way.” he announced as we began our walk down the opposite hall the bitchy maitre d’ and I came from.Heat erupted from where his hands were firmly but gently holding on to my elbow and guiding me down the hall. The lights were muted but I

Josie's POV(Continued)     Vladimir wanted to play a fucked up game of reward and punishment with me. The immediate problem I had with that was that I knew basically nothing about BDSM. I have read books and once when I was feeling very brave, I made a few searches on the internet that left me with a lot of questions and a burning face. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for a week afterwards. And Vladimir made me wary. This needy slut I became around him was foreign and I definitely didn’t like it. He was also shady as hell. I was attracted to him, no denying that. But my attraction didn’t stop me from seeing the holes in his explanations.Despite knowing all of this, the primary emotion I felt was intrigue. I was intrigued by his offer -not the flogging part- but the question part. It still didn’t clarify what he wanted in exchange for my father’s

Josie's POV    Somehow, the world fell away and I entered this space where everything was mellow. There was no pain. Even the sting brought a sharp spark of pleasure to my core. When the abused flesh met the hard leather of the surgical table, I groaned in pleasure. Nothing mattered except this feeling. I never wanted this to be over. Something was happening deep within my core. The pleasure that was zinging over every single surface in my body, rushed to a single point deep in my loins until it was a raging inferno. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to express this indescribable feeling but my vocal chords were on leave.The raging inferno reached bursting point and detonated in every single part of my body. My mouth opened in a silent scream as the most powerful of all orgasms barreled down on me. My every cell sang in pleasure as my world was painted white as I lost all sense

Josie's POV   The bathroom was en suite. I should have guessed, nothing but the most lavish for the mega rich with possible mob ties Vladimir Sedof. Not that it was discernable from how austere the room was. I took a hot shower in a bathroom big enough to accommodate five of me, ignoring the bath tub and hurried back in to the room proper. I only had on a skimpy towel and for some reason I didn’t want to dwell on, I most definitely did not want him to walk in on me when I was clad in the towel and nothing else. Making a beeline for the door, I locked it before I could heave a sigh of relief. My phone and bag was there on the bed waiting for me, but that was it. The clothes and shoes were new, the clothes I’d worn earlier nowhere to be found. While I was in the shower, someone, probably Vladimir, had come in here and put these clothes here. It was best to choose my battles -I mean, its