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Cassidy couldn't believe it! The chain AND the purse. She'd been following the geeky guy and his bitch girlfriend--
And what a bitch she was--from the time they got out of their car in the business district, til they split up to go to their separate jobs.
"Please-please give me a kiss goodbye, Ambrosia" the guy kept saying to her, and she'd slapped his ass in the face! Goddamn.
Cass had waited til the guy crossed the street, and then she'd snuck up to the Ambrosia bitch, and punched her in the back and snatched her purse, and then, seeing her necklace thingie, had ripped it off the girl's throat, and RAN.
Gasping behind a Dumpster, Cass emptied the red-haired bitch's purse, putting two tens and a five in her stocking, and tossing the rest behind her.
Cass then looked at the little heart-shaped tarnished silver necklace, twirling it in her hand.
Cass had stolen gold choker sets,diamond pendants set in platinum,gold bangle bracelets, tennis bracelets...she knew good stuff!
This puny locket wasn't it...cheap, but who knew?
She could take it over to Tincher's Pawn-and-Loan, or Rosenauer the fence, but...
Absently, Cass snapped the locket around her neck and, looking around, decided to sit in Montague Cholnoky Memorial Park...
God, she was lonely. All her friends were in jail, or in some kind of trouble--Danae was in rehab, Leigh Ann had jumped off a building and actually killed Felicia, who was hooking on the corner, Wendy had tossed her leathers to become a Jehovah's Witness, Lisa Hyatt had overdosed, JoAnn had left the city after hitting her stepfather with a Louisville Slugger, Angela and GiGi had shot each other in an argument, and Marian Frances was in a mental ward in five point restraints after having stabbed a traffic cop with an icepick...
Poor Cassie, all alone with her stolen goods in a park!
As Cass found a bench occupied only by an old guy, of her parole officer's generation, ugh, she sat down gingerly.
Cass began going through her own bag, pulling out various wallets that she had snatched during the day, and pulling bills out of them, and then disposing the wallets under the bench.
"What are you doing?" The old guy looked interested. "Whose wallets are those?"
Cass, whose motto was "Do Unto Others and Then Split" looked at the guy, and was about to tell him to go fuck himself, when she suddenly said...
"I stole them. I just got out of jail for bank robbery three months ago, and I'm supporting myself stealing small stuff til my gang gets out."
Cass's brain got really fuzzy after this. She couldn't remember what the old guy said next, but a few minutes later he asked her if she wasn't ashamed of herself, and apparently she said...
"I never got discipline as a kid, I guess that's my problem."
Vines Billiou was amazed and flabbergasted when the gorgeous young pickpocket asked him to punish her.
She was hot--leather jacket, flimsy pink T-shirt covering her generous boobs, and ultra-tight jeans.
Jeez, all he'd done was be concerned...and here she was asking to be punished...and she said it would be worth his while?
They apparently walked back to his place in a dream, it seemed.
"My Uncle Gabe useta spank me when I got in trouble at school," Cass said to Vines when they got to Vines's apartment.
Cass couldn't believe she was saying all this. Usually if she got into someones apartment,she'd be appraising the furniture and electronics, and figuring out how she could file off the security numbers.
"He'd take my pants down and give me the belt. Do you have a belt, Vines?"
Vines had not dated in some time, and the last two girlfriends he'd been naked with had been "Big beatiful women" from the online dating sites.
When Cassie threw her jacket off, and unzipped her black jeans, pulling them down and following this with pulling down her thong panties...then lying down on Vines's bed, he almost had a coronary.
There it was, that beautiful white ass, curvy and plump, with a tuft of hair peeking out! And the panties were rolled around her knees...it was incredible!
The first couple of swats with Vines's belt were light, and Cassie looked back at him contemptously. "My Uncle Gabe really gave it to me...can't you do any better than that? You're like a girl."
Vines got mad now. "Don't give me that lip, Cassidy!" WHACK! THWACK! SWAK! The belt came down again and again across Cass's creamy buttocks and thighs until she bounced and screamed.
"D-did I hurt you?" Vines asked anxiously. But the girl was now taking off the rest of her clothes in a businesslike manner.
"You should probably tie my hands and feet, and gag me" Cassie said, her pink nipples bouncing as she sat up. "I really don't want to cause a lot of noise around...Master."
Vines staggered back, but he rallied, binding Cassie as she'd suggested, and then putting a bandanna in her mouth.
"I'm going to teach you not to be a nasty little thief." Vines said severely, hitting his palm with the strap. But the belt got boring, and Vines tried different things.
He whipped Cassie's butt with his shoe, and then with his old fraternity paddle, an electrical extension cord, a wooden spoon, a yardstick from the basement, and when he got the gag off her, she smirked at him and asked if he had an extension of barbed wire he could use.
"I've been a really bad girl..."
That night, Cassie purred as Vines tenderly rubbed aloe on her scarred buttocks, and then she turned and kissed him tenderly.
Cassie, who had taken Dexedrine to wake up and Seconal to sleep, and shot heroin and cocaine speedballs to get through the day, was now calm and happy, and completely drug and alcohol free...high on her submission to Master Vines.
"You really care about me, don't you, Master Vines?" she asked in a hushed voice. "I've had two ex-husbands, and four pimps, and no one has been as caring as you've been."
He responded by putting his steel Louisville Slugger into the burning fireplace for a time, and then branding her plump buttocks with the swinging end...and she didn't even cry! Just held it in biting her lip til it bled, and enjoying the simmering sensation of burning steel against soft skin...
Cassie licked Vines's body from head to toe, giving him a long and sloppy blowjob, before taking her place at the foot of his bed.
The next day, Ambrosia was startled on the way to work, meeting the young woman who had snatched her chain. "Ma'am?" Cassidy said...
"Here's your purse and your necklace. I am so sorry I did what I did. I know I deserve punishment. You can call the police or punish me...directly."
Ambrosia smiled slightly. It seemed like everyone wanted her to punish them. The day before, Brosi had taken her middle aged bitchy supervisor, Ms. Elsinore over her desk, ripping down the size 16 panty hose and lashing her fat bare buttocks with a meeting pointer until the older woman howled.
She'd then closed the desk drawer on Ms. Elsionore's right breast again and again until she'd been given a raise....wow.
Now she looked at the little waif in front of her, wondering... As Cassidy pressed the locket into Brosi's hand, she felt a tingle, and heard herself say...
"You know, I really need a punishment for being stupid enough to let you take that locket. I'm a clumsy, thoughtless wench, Miss...Miss...?"
Cassidy grinned, and reached out, tweaking Brosi's nipple beneath her Kay Unger New York Stretch Scuba Dress...
And then, she began walking, pulling Brosi along by the nipple as she weakly protested. Right before they entered the Holiday Inn, right across the street, Brosi accidentally dropped the locket on the sidewalk...
Ambrosia paid for a room with the clerk, as Cass tapped her foot impatiently, and then they entered the elevator to go up. As Brosi called to say she'd be late for work on her cell, Cassidy pulled Ambrosia's hair and slammed her head against the elevator wall, bloodying her nose.
Finally they got into the hotel room. Cassidy took off her shoe and pulled Ambrosia over her knee, flipping up her skirt and pulling down her panties.
"Damn right I'm glad I ripped you off, you clumsy, fat, ho!" Cass screamed as she began thwaping Brosi's soft full buttocks with the heel of her shoe.
THWACK! WHACK! SLAP! SMASH WHACK!
Ambrosia burst into tears and sobbed as the unrelenting pump whacked her rapidly reddening buttocks again and again. Finally Cass kicked her onto the floor, and spat on her contemptuously.
Ambrosia was throbbing from head to foot, but her clit was wet, and as Cassidy ordered her to strip, she did so hurriedly, just waiting for the next punishment.
Cass then kicked Brosi in her bare breasts. "Those are nice tits, bitch." Cassidy said with clenched teeth. "I always wanted tits like those."
Cassidy took a bathrobe tie and circled it around Ambrosia's 36DD breasts and squeezed them, tying the end to the bathroom door. She then cut a lamp wire in half, re-plugging in the end to the wall so sparks jolted out of the end and put the end to Ambrosia's fair buttocks, and as Brosi pulled away, the bathrobe tie tied tighter around her purplish boobs.
"I tie it tight, don't I bitch?" Cass said with clenched teeth."I was kicked out of the Girl Scouts for snorting crystal meth at the campfire, but I learned to tie a knot, get it?"
The sparks zapped at Ambrosia's ass, and she kept trying to pull away from the door, but of course the bathrobe tie was squeezing the blood practically out of her breasts...Somehow this reminded Brosi of when she used to be beaten up by the Bonifant sisters, Arnice and Inez, in her mid teens.
The Bonifants also had been jealous of how Ambrosia was much better developed than they...and of her long, curly red locks, and of course, her family's money.
One time they'd whipped her boobs with razor wire, tying her up in their dad's garage...and then they'd cut her hair off! Finally, at the end of the day, Arnice and Inez had sent her home weeping, wearing only panties...but she'd never told on them...Ambrosia really had a slave mentality!
"I have something to tell you Mistress Cassie" Ambrosia said hesitantly...
Soon, there were extensive screams from the window, and then Ambrosia's long red locks fell out of the window...
Below, in front of the Inn, a toothless bag lady picked up the curious little locket sitting on the sidewalk, and looked at it...appraising its value. She put it around her neck and began walking up the street, and despite her stained coverall, stolen from the warehouse of the Department of Sanitation, several men turned to watch her walk...
Just fascinated...
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