Chapter 8

“Five dollars per hit, you said,” Zoey asked, still working on the bottle of piss he had handed to her.

Steve confirmed the information and said it was up to her to pick any number between zero and eight of how many she thought she could take.

Zoey had asked if there was another stunt she could do, as she needed money for rent. Steve had suggested the ‘handshake’ where he would slap her breasts, but she said her boyfriend was home and couldn’t do that.

“I will tell you when he is gone for a few days,” Zoey said apologetically. I will do it then.”

Steve loved how she would apologize for not being able to humiliate her in the way he wanted. He had proposed to hit her butt with some piece of twig. Zoey had asked some questions, and Steve broke off a fresh twig to show what she would be hit with. They had agreed on five dollars per hit as long as he promised to alternate butt cheeks.

“So how are we going to do this?” Zoey asked after she had swallowed the last bit of his piss.

Out of all the stunts, drinking his piss was the one she did most often. It was quick, and she got used to the taste. Steve loved that he had normalized drinking his piss and was happy to pay Zoey her dues.

He explained that it would be easiest to lean against the tree and pull her pants down. She wouldn’t have to move and would just alternate between her cheeks. She just had to give him a number or tell him to stop when she had enough.

She chose four, and they picked a tree to lean against. Zoey pulled down the back of her sweatpants and underneath to expose her ass, but Steve objected and said she had to drop them all the way to her ankles, so they wouldn’t soften the blow. He loved adding those extra elements to increase her humiliate her, and she rarely pushed back.

Zoey bent over deep to drop her pants and underwear before leaning back against the tree. Steve wasn’t sure if she realized how much of her butt crack she had just shown to him, but it had nothing to the imagination.

He asked if she was ready, and she verbally confirmed. Before he took his first swing, he took the slobbery dog toy out of a plastic baggie and brought it to her. She looked at it with disgust but opened her mouth, and he inserted the toy into her mouth. Lex, Steve’s dog, had been chewing on it this afternoon, and Steve had made sure to preserve the fresh slobber by putting it into a plastic bag before going to the dog park. In his viewpoint, this was the biggest steal on his part. She let him put the filthy in her mouth for free whenever he would hit her.

Steve placed his first hit on her left cheek. Zoey didn’t flinch too much but saw her suck on the toy and swallow and was sure she had just swallowed a bunch of dog spit. He placed another hit on her right cheek, putting slightly more force on it. A dark mark appeared when the stick hit her, but she barely moved. He placed two more hits, full force this time. Tears appeared in her eyes. The toy stayed in her mouth, but she was chewing on it now, and he witnessed her swallow again. Alternating between her cheeks, he applied four more hits, each leaving a distinctive mark.

Steve reached around and retrieved the toy from her mouth. He could see the tears on her face. Subdued, she pulled up her pants and underwear.

“That reminded me of my childhood,” Zoey said, wiping her tears. “It was therapeutical in a strange way.”

He handed her the forty dollars she had made and she gave him a big hug and thanked him for the money.

“I wish my mum had given me five dollars for each time she spanked my ass,” Zoey said with a smile as she took Bello’s leash, “I would never have to worry about money again.”

Steve sat down next to his dog Lex, and this was one of the few occasions she was leaving first.

“And I promise,” Zoey said as she left with Bello on her side, “We can do the handshake soon.”