Meanwhile, as Carla put her name down for the Roulette Bed, Ronnie was resting on Jasmine’s bed. He was naked with her resting beside him. Both were in that state of post-coital bliss, arms around each other, satisfied, and relaxed.
With them in the room stood Rob holding a tray with two tall glasses of refreshing red wine spritzers. He was also naked. Jasmine turned on her side and patted the chest of drawers beside her. Rob dutifully put the glasses down. As he turned to walk away she reached out and touched him. He turned back and she reached out and took hold of his erection.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked him.
He looked down at Ronnie. He could sense Rob’s shame. A few minutes earlier, he had been sitting on a chair in the bedroom doorway, watching his partner getting fucked by another man. Not only had he watched them, but he had also masturbated as they fucked. Stroking his cock slowly at first as they kissed, petted, and fondled before getting into a slow thymic fuck. When Jasmine took control and climbed on top of Ronnie, things changed. Watching her fucking another man and seeing her obvious enjoyment, as well as her dexterity, sent him into orbit. This wasn’t the girl he knew, fucking another man. He came quickly; too quickly. Ronnie held back for some time to allow Jasmine to enjoy a final earth-shattering orgasm before he let go and filled her with his seed.
“I think you did, didn’t you?” Jasmine said.
Rob looked at her and nodded in silence.
“Well, now you’ve seen me get fucked by someone else, how about giving me some space?” she asked, releasing his erection.
His mouth opened to speak.
“We would like to fuck in private now,” she told him.
He pulled back for a moment and just looked at them. Then he nodded again. “How… how long will you be?”
“I’ll be finished when Ronnie has had his fill of me.”
Ronnie saw the shock on his face at her answer. He wanted to smile but held back. Cuckolding was new territory for him, but it was becoming very enjoyable.
Earlier, when they had walked away from the bar, hand in hand, he had no idea that Rob would follow. In the lift, they had stood with their backs to the wall, and he had groped her bottom, out of sight of the others in front of them. Out of the lift, she had grabbed his hand and hurried him down the corridor to her suite. She finally released his hand when she had him inside her bedroom; a quick hug, kiss, and squeeze later, she dropped to her knees. Her hands went immediately to the belt of his slacks. Within seconds he was stepping out of them and his boxers. Jasmine stood up and folded his trousers. After extracting his wide, leather belt, she turned to him, nervously folding his belt in half.
“Have… have you ever used a belt on a woman?” she asked him softly.
He shook his head. “No, of course not!”
“I… I mean playfully… as in sex.”
“You mean…?”
She nodded. “Yes, as in disciplining a naughty wife or girlfriend.”
He smiled briefly. He knew where she was coming from now. He reached and gently took the belt out of her hands.
“No, I haven’t,” he told her, “but it doesn’t mean to say I couldn’t. Why, have you been naughty?”
“I… I may be. I mean, I am capable of doing things that you might disapprove of and warrant discipline.”
His erection was painful now. She reached down and held him. “Maybe, you might want to set some boundaries in our relationship. Make it known what to expect if I cross any lines. Let me know what to expect in terms of punishment should I be a naughty girl.”
Her eyes stared into his. This may have been new territory for him, but he had always been a fast learner and not one to be slow on the uptake.
“Yes, I think you are right, Jasmine. If you are going to be my slut on this trip, then lessons have to be learned.”
“Yes.”
Ronnie stretched out the belt and then doubled it up again.
“Strip!” he snapped.
Jasmine quickly slipped out of dress and then took off her bra and pushed down her panties. Ronnie grabbed the panties from her hand.
“I think it’s best that you go without panties as much as possible on this trip,” he said as he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her face to his.
“Your body is mine for this holiday, and I want access to it as quickly and often as possible. Your cunt is best uncovered all the time so I can see it, touch it, and use it at will. Is that okay, Jasmine?”
She shook her head nervously.
“Good. Now let’s have you over my knee so I can let you know what to expect if I ever catch you wearing knickers again.”
He sat down on the edge of the bottom of the bed and patted his knees. “Come on, let’s have you across them.”
She brushed her hair back and stepped forward. Ronnie was enjoying this new experience. It took a few minutes to get her settled across his knees, taking advantage of the ability to touch and caress her body at will. Jasmine placed her hands across the back of her head in readiness.
“Would you like me to say thank you after each stroke of the belt, sir?” she asked quietly.
He was surprised at her question, but he went along with it. Clenching the belt tightly by the buckle, he brought it down on her soft, white flesh. She cried out as he struck and thanked him with her voice breaking. Two more strokes quickly followed, but this time there were sobs in her voice. Ronnie put the belt down and lifted her up. For a few minutes, he just hugged her, and then as he stood up, he saw Rob standing in the doorway.