Dungeons, Dragons and Doms By Charlotte J. Lownds Part One:..
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Dungeons, Dragons and Doms By Charlotte J. Lownds Part One: It was a Saturday night and I was just hanging out on my bed, in a big t-shirt and black thong playing the new Zelda game on my Switch. I was leaving my husband Jacob and his friends alone to continue their DnD campaign on our kitchen table downstairs. When it sounded like they were thoroughly engrossed in their game I decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack. I rarely interrupted a session but they usually didn't notice anything happening other than what was going on at the kitchen table anyway. I went down the stairs in my t-shirt and into the kitchen. It didn't seem like any of them had noticed I was even in the same room - they were just drinking beer and chatting. I went about my business grabbing a snack. As I turned to go back upstairs I heard "Hey princess... Come back here for a second." Shit. He noticed. I turned around and walked over to the table. He pulled me down onto his lap and whispered to me, "I thought I had asked not to be interrupted tonight and now you're down here practically naked in front of all my friends. What am I supposed to do with you? You're such an attention seeking little slut. "Shit. I couldn’t formulate a response so I just stuttered. "Speechless, Princess?... Just head back upstairs, I'll deal with you later." Whew... I got up to start walking away when I was jerked back by my French braids. Jacob had me laid over his lap with my ass in the air before I even knew what was happening. "On the other hand... It would be rude not to share my toy with our guests. How about whenever we roll the D20 you get the same amount of spankings, and if we roll a 1 or a 20 you lose your clothes?" I could feel myself blushing profusely as I heard his friends chuckle. To make matters worse I was starting to feel the familiar moisture collecting between my legs simply from the humiliation of the situation. The guys continued their campaign with Jacob pinning me bent over his lap while mostly ignoring me. I zoned out just waiting for this humiliating night to continue. I snapped out of it when I heard someone say "rolling for attack...." I heard the sharp crack of the die hitting the table and waited to hear the first number announced. As soon as the die settled laughter erupted. Fuck... That can't be a good sign. "DM rolled an 18 princess..." Fucking hell! "Are you ready?..." I braced myself. I felt Jacob hook his index finger around the back of my thong and pull up sharply. I whimpered at the unexpected pressure. "I said, " Are you ready? Answer me slut." "Yes" it came out barely louder than a whisper. "Yes what, princess? I couldn't hear you." "Yes Daddy..." My embarrassment was unmatched to anything I'd experienced. I never even called him that in public, let alone in front of his closest friends. "Count." I heard the impact before I felt anything. Jacob had swung his arm up high and brought it down across my ass with surprising power, but I made no sound to indicate I was in any pain. "One," I said in a clear and unimpressed tone. I wouldn't let him turn me into a mess in front of his friends. The next ten were impressively quick in succession. I counted each of them appropriately and in a crystal clear voice. Good, I thought; this whole thing was more than halfway over. Jacob kept on going. “12... 13... 14... 15.” It was starting to sting but I couldn't show it. “16... 17–!” I let out a tiny squeak and heard Jacob let out a low chuckle. "Does it hurt, princess?" “18……” I was done! Eager to retreat to the bedroom and back out of sight, I tried to stand - but Jacob held me firmly in place. "Where do you think you're going, Charli? Everyone gets a turn to help you remember your place and listen to daddy." He abruptly dragged me to my feet by the braids and led me over to his friend on his right. He bent me over Chris' lap and instructed him to pin me down until the D20 was next cast. As the campaign continued Chris started to absent mindedly rub my rosy ass and play with my thong. I knew I was dripping wet and really, really did not want him to discover it; I started to recoil and squirm to avoid his touch. Noticing almost immediately, Jacob reached over and slapped my ass. "Don't offend our guests, princess - be a good hostess." I relaxed and felt Chris's hand drifting south. He put his hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy. "Fuck Jacob... Your little slut is so wet just from getting punished..." He pulled my thong to the side and ran his finger from my clit to my tight little asshole. It made me shudder, I was so slick. Chris pushed his middle finger inside me and slowly started sliding it in and out as the game continued. Other than getting steadily fingered, I was being completely ignored by everyone as they resumed game play again. Chris slipped a second finger inside me with embarrassingly little resistance and stretching me slightly, then quickly added a third and continued fucking me with a steady tempo. Being fingered in front of other people by someone I barely knew had me absolutely dripping wet! I was just getting into the rhythm of his strokes when I heard the familiar clatter of the die. I held my breath waiting to hear what number was rolled… "7" Jacob muttered. Whew! Not too bad. Chris pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty, and wiped his fingers on my cheek. "Count slut." Smack. "1" Smack. "2" Smack. "3" My voice broke slightly on the 4th blow. My already sore bottom was stinging more and more with every spank, and by the 7th I was whimpering and involuntarily bucking as the waves of stinging heat dissipated. Once again I was pulled up by my braids and dragged to the next lap waiting to the right. Owen rubbed my ass and spread me as he groaned in appreciation of his new view. He immediately hooked his finger around my thong and started yanking straight up with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t have to deal with this uninspired brand of humiliation for long before I heard the die tumble across the table. When my husband and all four of his friends sharply inhaled in unison I knew it was bad news. "With pleasure..." Owen pulled me up by my hair. "Strip. It's a 20." I stood up and slowly removed my t-shirt. I wanted to cover my tits so badly, but I knew that would just result in further punishment from Jacob. "We don't have all day princess, get your panties off. I want to see how soaking wet they are..." I heard Jacob say as I stared at the kitchen table, desperately avoiding eye contact with everyone. I pulled my thong down in one movement and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. "Pick it up and put it on the table princess." I leaned over to retrieve my panties, but Chris gripped me by the arm mid-reach. "No hands allowed - use your mouth you filthy little slut," Chris said seamlessly. Grabbing me firmly by the back of the neck, he guided me towards the floor where I clumsily half-fell the rest of the way down (my legs were Jello at this point). I knelt on the floor and picked my panties up with my teeth, stood up and dropped them on the table. "Good girl…" Jacob said with a chuckle, clearly reveling in my humiliation. Owen reached over and grabbed my little pink nipples and used them to lead me over to his lap, where he gave them one last sharp squeeze before releasing me and pinning me down. He then grabbed my panties, balled them up and roughly shoved them in my pussy. I yelped in a mix of protest and pleasure as the tug of the fabric almost sent me over the edge with an orgasm, and felt myself get instantly wetter. Owen yanked my head back with my braids and snapped, "You don't like that princess? Too fucking bad, you should have thought of that before you interrupted our campaign." At first I tried to squirm away as he started in on my 20 spanks. He pinned my back down firmly so I couldn't move and spanked me harder than Chris or Jacob had. I could feel that my panties were completely soaked. The game continued as my spankings did. I started to whine and whimper louder with each impact. Owen hit even harder, which I hadn’t imagined possible. (Jesus he was strong!) Tears were running down my face as I begged him to stop... “18, 19 and 20.” I sighed in relief, feeling almost spent with just one more lap to go. "What a good girl!" Owen said in a mocking tone. "Why don't I give you a reward?" he continued as he pulled my thong out of my dripping pussy. I had a moment of relief from my humiliation, but just a moment. Owen shoved the soaking wet lacey black thong in my mouth, and held his hand over my mouth so I couldn't spit them out. They all started laughing and jeering loudly. Tears continued trailing down my face onto Owen's hand. I could feel myself getting uncomfortably close to cumming! I fought it back as best I could; I didn't want to cum like this in front of my husband's closest friends! "Are you gonna cum? You pathetic little slut, you're dripping wet. Your whore loves this Jacob! What a fucking nympho." I finally caved and came hard on the bottle, spasming and pushing back on the bottle uncontrollably. I had never felt more completely ashamed in my life! "She clearly gets off on degradation. You did a good job turning her into a total cum slut," Owen said to my husband in a jovial manner. I could feel his cock getting hard just under my stomach as he continued fucking me with the bottle. "Quit it, Owen. It's my turn now!" I looked up at the next man sitting at my kitchen table, clearly having waited long enough to punish me. I blushed and briefly panicked - Dean was staring back at me with a devilish grin. I was good friends with his wife, and I briefly wondered if he was going to tell her about this... Did I want him to? Owen let me stand up and I hesitantly stumbled over to Dean. I collapsed over his lap to wait for my final round of spankings, my soaked panties still stuffed in my mouth. My ass was on fire! I didn't know how much more I could take, but I also knew that it wouldn't matter - they would just keep going until they finished the turn. Thankfully I had several minutes of recovery time as they continued to advance the game and update character sheets. I let my panties drop out of my drooling mouth and onto the floor, seemingly unnoticed. Dean ran his hands all over my body, rubbing my bright red ass and kneading my tits when he had the chance. I was dreading the next roll of the die! Dean had always seemed so gentle but that's what made me the most nervous. Tap, rap, clatter. I winced in anticipation. "Awww... Only 4" I heard someone say mockingly to Dean. I was so relieved! I can definitely take 4 more. That’s when Jacob got up and grabbed something from the kitchen drawer and handed it to Dean. "Make these ones count then," he said firmly. I felt Dean trying to pull my thighs apart so I squeezed them together more tightly in a panic. "Ugh, don't fight it Charli... Guys, can I get a bit of help here?" I felt two large hands pry my thighs open and hold them in place. My pussy was totally exposed. Thwack. FUCK! Dean was spanking my pussy with a wooden spoon and it was a sting like I had never experienced. I started fighting to get away, begging him to stop and sobbing. They just held me tighter and continued. The four spanks were over quickly but that was a particular pain I don't think I would ever forget. I was a mess; tears and drool were running down my face and my pussy was dripping wet. I was then returned to Jacob. I tried to sit on his lap, but he pointed at the floor under the table. "Sit. " Part 2 is coming next week! What did you think? 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