Logan's Hot Hand

[OTKLogan]

As much fun as I have at this job, every once in awhile I need a break. And my kind of break is Vegas: hot weather, hot dice, hot women, and a hot hand.
I told Al Beverati to hold down the fort for a few days. I pealed out of
the parking lot and headed for the airport with a clear mind and full wallet.
I caught the Southwest 4:45pm for my weekend of spinning wheels, tumbling dice and shuffled cards. This flight was a particularly turbulent one. The temperature had hit 120 in the desert and that usually meant an E ride for anyone flying into the city that made Sodom and Gomorra look like pre-school. I heard a few prayers in Spanish and noticed more than a few ashened faces as we touched down at 5:35pm.
My usual limo driver, Luke, was there at the bottom of the escalator with a chorus line of salivating chauffeurs patiently waiting to whisk their high-rolling clients to the casinos. I nodded and Luke grabbed my two carry-ons. I traveled light. My wallet weighed more than my baggage.
On our way out to the "stretch", I noticed two very full and bouncing bottoms shaking their way to a taxi. They glanced back to Luke and I. Then they giggled into a cab. The two could have been no more than twenty-three and still had that girlish playfulness about them. I was half tempted to offer them a ride but common sense and a passion for tempting the odds stopped me.
"They're real lookers, Mister L. I think they like us."
"They all like us when our wallets are as fat as their butts."
We laughed and headed for the D.I.
Luke made a right off Tropicana and onto Koval. This ensured a straight drive to the Desert Inn. Charlie was there as usual to open the door and greet me. I have been coming here since the early eighties and they treated me like family. At least, that what they said. However, I don't know too many family members that take a few thousand dollars from you and never offer to give any back.
But this weekend was different.


I was on a serious roll. Everything I touched turned to green. By 7;30
was up four grand. My adrenaline was pumping as if an I.V. of pure caffeine had been poured into me. I had hit the crap tables and hurt them for about twelve grand. I played nickel roulette ($5 chips) and hit my favorite number 32 twice with five chips on it and walked with a little over fifteen hundred. I had what I called a "bruise bundle", black and purple. I finished up with Black Jack at a hundred a hand and caught an awesome shoe that put me up to forty-three hundred bucks.
As I was walking to the baccarat table I caught a glimpse of blond in the corner of my eye. There they were again. the two perfect bums from the airport. But this time, they weren't smiling. After closer inspection, I saw red around their eyes as if they had been crying. I decided to see if I could be of any assistance, even though my suit of armor was in the dry cleaners.
"Good evening, didn't I see you at the airport this afternoon?" the Logan charm went into overdrive.
They managed to smile and nod.
"Is there anything wrong?" I asked trying to keep my eyes at least five foot off the floor.
I could see they were embarrassed as they looked down and shook their heads.
"No, we're ok." the tall blond finally said.
"Are you sure? If there's anything I can do..."
I was interrupted by the shorter red head.
"She lost all our money. We're broke. And we don't have anywhere to stay." She blurted out.
"That's not true. You told me to put it all on black." The blond retorted.
"Whoa. Whoa. Hold on. Slow down. What happened?" I refereed.
"We were ready to go to our hotel when we stopped here. We started playing roulette and we started to lose. Then Myra thought if we put it all on black and won, we'd get even. So we did. But we didn't. And that's the truth."
The freckled woman explained.
"I can identify with that. I've been there a few times myself. But I never lost everything. Where were you girls staying?" I asked.
"Well, we were going to go downtown and see what we could find there."
"You flew all the way to Vegas without a reservation? That's pretty crazy, girls."
"I told her that, Mister. But she didn't believe me." Once again, the accusatory blond struck again.
The red head's eyes welled up like the Hoover Dam only she couldn't stop the water from falling out of those beautiful blue eyes. She started to sob. Her girlfriend put her arm around her and tried to comfort her.
"Hey, stop it. Ok? We still have our plane tickets. We'll just go back to the airport and go home."
"But it's your birthday. I screwed everything up. Again. I'm sorry Tammy. I really am."
"That's ok, let's go. Thanks , Mister, I hope you have a better weekend than us. Good luck." Tammy said.
As I watched their swaying young cheeks rhythm away, I knew I had to help.
"Hold on. I think I might be able to help. How much did you two lose?" It was a nosy question but what the hell.
"Four hundred dollars." Myra shyly admitted.
"Ok, let's see what we can do. I know the people here so I think I can swing a room for two nights. Now I can loan you some money but you've got to promise to slow down a little and make it last the weekend. Ok?"
Their eyes lit up the strip and they gave me a simultaneous hug.
"Thanks, Mister...gee, we don't even know your name." the red-head giggled.
"Logan. Just call me, Logan. I'm glad to meet you."
"I'm Myra and this is Tammy."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Now let's see what we can do about getting you a room.”
I called the General Manager and got them a Business Suite in the Wimbleton Towers near the spa. They had complete use of the facilities and I got them compted for their meals. Hell, even with the four grand burning a hole in my pocket, I still had a long way from getting even with this hotel.
But it was the least they could do.

After I saw them to their room, we made plans to have dinner
together. I told them I'd pick them up at their room and we eat at the Rowan Chinese restaurant. I put in another forty -five minutes at the crap table. Rolled five numbers and exited to the girls’ room another eight-fifty richer.
As I approached their door, I heard what I first thought was clapping. But as I got to the door, it was definitely the sound of slapping. The voices were muffled but I recognized Tammy talking very stern to Myra. And it took only another second to realize someone was getting spanked. Soundly spanked.
I looked down and noticed the door was ajar. I pushed it open and saw Tammy sitting on the queen-sized bed closest to the window with little Myra over her knee. Tammy's arm was pistoning into a blur as the slaps rang off the walls. Myra's arm was pulled up behind her back and her feet were thumping on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Tammy. I won't do it again. I won't. Please stop!"
"Not until you've learned. How many times have I told you to be careful with our money? Huh? How many time?"
With each question, Tammy smacked the very red cheeks of the defenseless girl she held over her lap. Myra was a true red-head and her alabaster skin was in sharp contrast to her flaming red butt. I figured she had enough, so I cleared my throat and knocked on the opened door.
"Hello." I innocenced.
Tammy turned around and Myra fell onto the floor clutching her scorched bottom. Her tear-stained face tried to match her flaming bottomcheeks from embarrassment but didn't quite make it.
"Oh, Logan, we lost track of the time. We're not quite ready." stammered Myra.
"Did I interrupt anything?" I asked.
"Uh, no, no sir. We were just kidding around. Uh, we're still a few minutes from getting ready. We'll be a few minutes, ok?" Tammy scrambled. Myra remained seated on the floor. The rough carpet chaffing her raw freshly-spanked skin.
"Sure. I'll meet you in front of the restaurant."
My adrenaline was pumping overtime. I couldn't believe what I'd just witnessed. A perfectly formed bottom was jiggling and wiggling over a commanding woman's knee. This was going to be a very lucky weekend.





During dinner I learned that my two companions were would-be actresses from Allentown, Pennsylvania. They'd been in L.A. for six months and had little success at breaking into the big time but were making very good money dancing in a club that was half strip joint, half comedy club. It was called, The Grin and Bear It.
It was refreshing being with these two beautiful women. Myra was twenty-two and Tammy was twenty-four. I was getting the hairy eyeball from every guy in the restaurant. And I was loving it. I wasn't quite old enough to be their father, but I certainly couldn't pass for their date. All in all, we were having innocent fun.
When we left Howan's, I told them I had a hot card game at The Mirage and wished them luck. Luke was waiting at the curb. I hopped in and in six and a half minutes, I was at the volcano.
I wouldn't say my luck ran out, but I played for five and a half hours and walked away with seventeen dollars more than when I sat down. Hell, I could've worked a shift at Micky D's and made more. But it was action. Luke was dozing when I came out. It was two-forty-five in the morning and I was wiped.
As I lumbered through the front door, Gino Fabrezio, the night manager was pacing back and forth in the lobby. When he saw me, he lazered in my direction.
"Mister Logan, I must talk to you immediately. Please."
He was stone serious.
I started to take mental inventory. All my markers were paid up. I was tipping the staff like a drunken sailor. What could be wrong?
"It's about those...those girls."
Gino was sweating. He yanked out a paisley hanky and wiped his bald pate. Something was definitely wrong.
"Spit it out, Gino. What's the problem?"
"They trashed the room. It's destroyed. They had a party and went wild. I had people complaining. Three families checked-out. It was awful."
"Gino, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I had no idea they were wild. Look, I'll take care of everything. What's the damages?"
"Wait, Mister Logan, it gets worse. They started gambling. And they lost. Then, they started drawing on your markers. They convinced my pit boss that they were with you and he gave them whatever they wanted. And they wanted a lot."
I didn't want to ask. but , like a sucker, I did.
"What's the damage?"
"Three large."
"What?????!!!!!"
Three thousand dollars is a lot of cake to draw, even for me. But these two girls were doing some serious damage to my credit. What would ever possess them to take advantage of someone to this extent was baffling. I had to get to the bottom of it. And I would, literally.
"Where are they now?" I said trying not to let my anger boil over.
"Well, I let them stay in the suite or what's left of it until I talked to you. I had security keep an eye on them in case they tried to leave. So I know they're still in the room. I'm sorry, Mister Logan. I really am."
"No, Gino, I'm sorry. But I can tell you right here and now, they're going to be sorrier than the both of us put together after I finish with them."
"What are going to do?" Gino asked.
"I'm show them a winning hand." I said as I walked toward the back
of the casino and exited past the pool to the Wimbleton Towers.
I elevatored to their floor and walked to the room. I knocked in solid meter and Tammy opened the door. She looked like hell. But a beautiful hell. Her hair was tangled and she was wearing a short, silk robe that exploited every curve of her body.
"Oh, it's you. Uh, come on in." She said as she peered back toward the party-torn room. "I can explain everything. Really." She was searching for words as Myra was searching for her clothes.
"It wasn't our fault. We met these guys and they came up and called some of their friends and before we knew it, the room was full of people. We couldn't get rid of them. They wouldn't leave." Myra whined.
"Yeah, that's right. They wouldn't leave." Tammy parroted.




I had heard enough.
"Ok, I understand that. I've been to parties that have gotten out of hand. But what gave you two the right to cash markers in with my name? You know, I've been around this town for fifteen years and I know a lot of people. One of them is the Chief of Police. I think I'd better call him right now. So, the two of you sit down and make yourselves comfortable."
I walked over to the phone. The only one still working and picked it up.
"Please, don't, Mister Logan. Please. We're sorry. We started to lose the money you gave us and we just got carried away. We'll pay you back. Honest." Tammy had tears brimming over her emerald green eyes.
"Yeah, honest." Myra looked over to Tammy and saw that I may be softening so she began her own pouting.
"You'll pay me back. How? In order to pay back that amount of money, you'd have to dance till you were seventy. And by that time, your bra size will be 36 long. Sorry, girls." I punched in three numbers then stopped.
"You know, what the two of you need is what Myra was getting this afternoon. But a lot harder and a lot longer. That's exactly what you girls need. A good, old fashioned spanking. But..." I continued to punch in the number when Tammy stood up.
"You're right."
"I beg your pardon?"
"We need a good spanking." Tammy bravadoed.
"Are you crazy? Sit down." Myra said.
I put the receiver in the cradle and said: "Yeah, sit down. I'm not going to jail for assault and battery for paddling two women. No matter how badly you need it."
"I'm serious, Mister Logan. I was spanked by my dad all through my life. And as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I was spanked two months ago on my last visit to Allentown. It's what I need to wake me up. So, I wouldn't mind if you spanked me at all. God knows I need it this time."
The phrase "knock me over with a feather" kept ringing in my mind. Was I hearing right? I sure hoped so. So I asked: "What's the catch? What about my money? And what about your little friend over there?"

"I'll pay you back every week. I promise. And as far as Myra goes, she can plead her own case. But I'm ready to accept my punishment now."
I drank in her tall, lanky body that carried a wonderful, fleshy bulge in the back. She was built for spanking. That was for sure. But I still had to sort out my problem with Myra.
"Ok, I'll tell you what, Myra. I'm going to take care of Tammy's need right now. You go sit by the window and decide what you're going to do. It doesn't matter to me. The police station is opened all night."
I stood up walked over to a chair and pushed it into the center of the room. I motioned with my finger to Tammy.
"Ok, little girl, come here, I believe we have a little problem to straighten out."
Tammy was biting her lip as she baby-stepped her way over towards me. I took her by the wrist, sat down on the chair and gently but firmly pulled over my knees. Her robe inched up over the swells of her well-cushioned rump. She was wearing red-striped cotton panties. Her cheeks snuck out the bottom and seemed to be pleading with me to spare them the inevitable tanning they were about to receive.
"I don't know how your father does this but I'm from the old school. There's only one way to give one of these and that's bare butt."
I grabbed the elastic waistband and yanked down exposing the eighth wonder of the world: a bottom that was erfectly plump, full-fleshed with springy, jiggling cheeks that shook as she shifted over my lap.
I placed my hands over the twin, marble-white hillocks. Raised my hand and slapped her right cheek. It jellied back and forth. Magically, a red replica of my hand appeared on the snow white skin.
"Ooooh."
SMACK! SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!


Slowly but methodically, I began the chore of spanking this very
confused young girl. I began at the base of her left cheek and worked my way up to the top of her rump then started from the top of her right cheek till I reached the juncture of her bottom and the top of her thigh. Tammy was trying to be brave and endure what she requested but was having a tough time of it.
"Ow! Mmmmm. Ooooh! Ahhhh! That hurt! Ouch!" she cried.
"I hope you're learning something here, girl. What on earth possessed you to take advantage of someone like that? You should know better than that." I lectured.
SmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmack!!!!!!
Her bottom was getting hot. And very red. Small red flecks were beginning to appear across the middle of her butt. By now, Tammy had lost all reserve and began to kick up her legs and strain her neck to plead her case.
"Please, Mister Logan, give me a rest. I'm burning up back there. Just stop for a minute. I can't take any more. I'm sorry. Please stop." she whined.
"Not just yet, little girl. You have a lot to learn."
I looked over at the other culprit and Myra was transfixed. She was pressed into the corner of the room with her eyes glued to her friends flaming hindparts. I glanced up at her. Our eyes met and she quickly averted my stare.
"And you, think about it. Do you think I'm being unfair? Hell, you took a spanking this afternoon for losing a whole lot less that three thousand dollars."
"Yeah, but my butt didn't look like that when she finished." Myra truthed.
"And I'm not near being finished here."
I continued to slap the scorched padding. Tammy tried clenching the cheeks together but to no avail. She reached around to protect the stinging, burning slaps. I just took her wrist and calmly placed it on the small of her back. I stepped up the pace of my blows and this proved too much for the tall, willowy beauty. Her legs blurred as they kicked back and forth. Her blond hair flew in every direction. Her body tensed and they relaxed. She arched her back and then I heard the sniffles. Tammy, the twenty-four year old, five foot nine woman with a playmate's body had suddenly turned into a well-spanked little girl.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-orry, Mister C-C-C-Logan. Ooooooh, my heinie is on fire. Please s-s-s-stopppp." Sniffle. Sniffle. "I'll pay back everything. J-j-j-ust stop spanking me. P-p-p--lease." She sobbed and sniffled. Her body quivered as her breathing stuttered through her tears.
I stopped her punishment. As I lay my hand on her bottom, the heat surprised me. This was one well-punished girl. I gently rubbed her cheeks and tried to confort her.
"There. There. It's ok. Yeah, let it out. Go ahead. It'll do you good."
She sobbed as if her heart would break. I picked her up and turned her around sitting her on my knees. She buried her head in my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'll never do that again. I feel bad about taking the money. Especially since you've been so good to us. I deserved this and more." she said as the words were muffled into my jacket.
"I'm glad to hear that because this was only part of your punishment. There's one more phase of your spanking and if Myra would be so kind as to give me that hairbrush on the floor next to the bed, we'll get it over with real quick." I said with a firm, no-non-sense voice.
Myra's feet were in concrete. She couldn't move. The red headed girl inched her way toward the large oval hairbrush. It was made of maple and was nine inches in length.
"You're going to spank her again? Geez, Logan, I think she's had enough. Her butt is as red as a tomato. A real ripe tomato." Then she giggled.
"Boy, Tammy, you really got it. Whew!"
She reached down and picked up the hairbrush then handed it to me. She backed up as if I was going to grab her.
I stroked the long, blond mane of Tammy and gave her a quick hug.
"Ok, baby, let's get it over with." I said as I firmly placed her in position.
"Oh, Mister Logan..." she sniveled.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The wood made a high pitched smack as it met the fullest part of her right cheek and then the left. Maroon began to take over as the prominent color of her bottom. Two alabaster columns of leg criss-crossed then stretched.
Now her entire body was wracked with sobs. Her pleas were incoherent.






I took a yeoman-like attitude to this portion of her punishment. Slow,
deliberate and hard. After the thirty-five swat, I surveyed my work and was satisfied. She was repentant and I was sure she wouldn't ever do anything this stupid again. She was totally raw from the top of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs. There would be some bruising I was sure. I certainly wasn't proud of that. But this wasn't a spanking play session, this was discipline.
I stopped. Her hands flew to her bottom and squeezed gently as if to knead out the pain. Myra came over and knelt by her and placed her hand on the punished girl's right cheek.
"Holy geez, it's scalding. I mean, you could fry an egg on this." she exclaimed.
"Tammy, I hope this will teach you to never take advantage of anyone in the future. And I'm confident you've learned a very good lesson. I expect to be paid back every cent from your portion of this little escapade. Is that clear?"
"Y-y-yes, sir, it's very clear." Tammy knelt by my side and continued to rub her raw, flaming cheeks. Her face was streaked with "I'm sorry, sir" tears. The sash from her silk robe had loosened and exposed her full, round twin charms. But although every inch of her flesh screamed woman, at this moment, she was anything but.
"Oh boy, have I learned my lesson, Mister Logan. And I've got to tell you, my dad would be proud of you. I don't think I've ever been spanked like this before. And I never want to be spanked like this again. It feels weird to say this but thanks. Thanks for taking to the time out to set me straight." Then, she tilted her hear and kissed me gently on the cheek.
"Your welcome. I hope this helped and if you ever need a refresher course, I'll give you my number and we'll take care of the problem."
This made her giggle for the first time in twenty minutes.
She got up and headed for the bathroom. Twin red moons swaying and wobbling behind.
I looked at Myra who was following the glowing globes at every step.
"Well, I guess that leaves us. What are we going to do, Myra? It's your call."



"I can tell you right now, you're not going to spank me like that. No way. So, call your friend and tell him to pick me up. I'd rather go to jail than take a thrashing like that."
"Ok, I just needed to know." I said calmly.
I picked up the phone and dialed. Myra was watching every number being punched.
"Captain Lacey, please. Yes, tell him it’s Logan… Jerry Lacey, you old son of a bitch, how are you? Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm good but I have a problem here but don't worry, I've solved the crime so I want a good bottle of wine for saving you from doing any work." I laughed. "Listen, I've got a little girl here about twenty-four who forged my signature and got three thousand for her troubles. Plus, she and her friend had a party here at the D.I. and that's going to cost me a pretty penny. So, can you come down and pick her up and book her. ..no, she's not going anywhere. What? Uh-huh, the State Police...grand larceny...forgery...so what you're telling me is that it's out of your jurisdiction. I know it's pretty steep. Ten to fifteen years on the forgery and another two to five on the malicious destruction of property…"
By now, Myra was starting to listen with incredible interest.
"…he'll plea bargain the lesser and go for a reduced sentence. Probably wind up doing...yeah, that's what I thought, five years...
"Wait." I was interrupted by a little squeaking voice.
"Hold, it Jerry. Yes?" I asked Myra.
"Hang up."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Hang up the phone. Let's talk." She said.
"I don't think so. So Jer, what's the numb..."
The phone went dead. The little brat disconnected the phone and was standing there holding the connection that lead into the wall.
"I can't go to jail. We have to think of another way. Any way. But not jail. I'll even let you...geez, I can't believe I'm saying this. You can spank me. Urrgghh! How did I get myself into this? Ok, Mister Logan, let's just do it."
"Hold on now, young lady, how do you know I haven't changed my mind? You know, while I was thinking about all you did, I think a few years in jail might serve you better than an old fashioned seat dusting."
"No, I saw what you did to Tammy and believe me, I will remember that forever."
She was desperate.
I was satisfied.
After all, if she hadn't disconnected the phone, I would have had to sit there and listen to the weather report for another three or four minutes. Because I knew the Captain of the Las Vegas Police Department about as well as I knew the Tooth Fairy. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. What I was about to do to her perfectly shaped bottom would.
Tammy came out of the bathroom. She was walking gingerly with her silk robe tied in the front. The back, however, was bunched up into the silk belt keeping it from coming in contact with her butt. A thick, slick, white layer of cold cream was glistening as it covered the broad bottom cheeks.
"What's going on here? Haven't you paddled that brat yet? I don't want to be the only one with a blistered butt. Mister Logan, you tore me up but good. I don't think my butt will ever be the same." Tammy said as she glanced back at her well-lathered bottom.
'We're just negotiating the sentence. Myra, you have a good walloping coming to you and you know it. Get over here now! And don't make me repeat myself." She knew I meant business so she reluctantly moused over to me. She was a small girl with freckles peppering every visible inch of her body. I was about to cure my inquiring mind that wondered if her derriere was also blessed with those beautiful flecks.
I put my foot on the seat of the chair and lifted her five foot four inch frame over my thigh. Her legs dangled free and her mane of rust colored hair curtained over her face. She was wearing a tight pair of stirrup pants. Her bottom ballooned into view. She was well fleshed in that area.
"Mister Logan, stop. I've changed my mind. I feel like a little kid. Don't. I'm too old to be spanked. I'm twenty-four years old." Myra pleaded to deaf ears.
"Oh, shut up, Myra and take your medicine. You should be glad he didn't tell the police or we'd really be in trouble. So just grin and bear it." Tammy chimed in.


"That's a great idea." I said as I tugged the tight, black pants over the protruding mounds of flesh. As I freed them from their cotton prison, they jiggled. And yes, there were freckles distributed across the pink hued cheeks.
I didn't waste any time. I gripped her around her waist and began my task. The first smack brought a yelp from my suspended victim. I wasn't ready for the firmness that met my palm. This was like spanking a well-muscled rump. It stood solid and toned but reddened nonetheless. First, pink blush, then sunset red, then a royal crimson that looked as if she went nude sun bathing and fell asleep. Her legs did a rather exotic dance of kicking and straining. She was totally oblivious of the show she was performing for me and her friend. Thanks to her histrionics, we both knew she was a real red head. For the next seven minutes I spanked this girl with firm swats that were dealt with a purpose. She started crying almost immediately.
"Ok, please stop. You're killing me. I'm going to call the cops and show them my butt. Then they'll arrest you, you...you...sick pervert. OWWWWW!!! Noooooo!!!!!!!"
That wasn't the reaction I was looking for so I nodded to Tammy to hand me hairbrush. I thought this was a woman who needed an extra dose of discipline. The first solid smack of the hairbrush to her left meaty thigh got her attention. The right one also got it's due. By the time I'd finished my first volley , her thighs were three-alarm hot. Her tears formed a salty pool on the seat of the chair. Myra was wailing and choking on her tears. I knew I was being severe but this was one time that I knew I was doing the right thing.
I finished the rest of her spanking by sitting down and taking her over my knees for a final hand-spanking. She was beet red from the back of her thighs to the top of her cheeks. I covered every square inch. Tammy was looking on with a slight grin and kept nodding her head.
"Give it to her good, Mister Logan, she deserves it. Ow, I felt that one. Hey, Myra, want to get out another five hundred dollar marker? What do you say, double or nothin'" Tammy was having a good time.
When I released Myra she danced in place then rubbed her thighs and bottom up and down. Her pants puddled at her feet. She hopped from one foot to the next, crying like a ten year old. I went to console her but she wrenched away from me.


"No, don't touch me. You hurt me." she pouted.
"I'm sorry, darlin' but you needed that big time." I tried to reason.
"You didn't have to do it so hard. Look at my butt. Tammy, look at it, it's swollen."
She was right it looked a little puffy but nothing a cold compress wouldn't cure. Her tear-stained face looked at me with salt water brimming in her eyes. Her bottom lip was thrust out. I went over to her a second time. She looked down at the carpet. I lifted her chin with my finger.
"Now, I'm sorry I had to do that but it was for the good of both of you girls. But I'm not finished. I want you both to clean up this room right now. And get it into some kind of order. Then, we're going down to talk to the manager and try to straighten this out. Ok?"
"Yes, sir." They said in unison.
Tammy helped Myra to the bathroom. A few minutes later two beautiful women emerged with cold cream coating their bottoms and Myra's thighs were shining white with the soothing remedy.
It took them about an hour to clean up the room. The only real damage was a hanging lamp that was chipped but the bulk of the mess was superficial. This was one time I was glad Gino overreacted. I told the two of them to get dressed. We had a meeting with Mister Fabrezio.
Both girls opted for flowing sundresses and thought it would be better if they didn't wear any underwear. The less friction the better.
We entered Gino's office. It was like an iceberg in there. I looked over at the girls and was greeted with four nipples at full attention. Gino was rapping out a code on the computer that told him what each table was doing at that particular minute. He was smiling. Business was good.
"Is this where you hang the meat? Gino, it's like an igloo in here. I can see my breath." I said as I shook his hand.
He smiled. Then as he looked at the girls, the smile disappeared.
"You two are barred from this casino forever. Are you crazy? This man is a saint, he..." Gino began. But I interrupted.
"Whoa, Gino, it's ok, we straightened everything out." I said.




"You what? How? They took you for three large and wrecked a suite. How do you straighten that out?
"Well, we had a little talk. Right, girls?"
The both couldn't help but glance back at their glowing bottoms and nod.
"And as far as the three large, I'll take care of that tomorrow. And the suite is nothing but a broken lamp. Put it on my bill."
"Sure, Mister Logan, but how could you take care of all that destruction so quickly?"
"Tell him girls." I said.
"You know, Mister Logan. He's always got a hot hand." Tammy said. Myra reached back and rubbed her blazing butt and nodded. "He sure does."

[cinamingirl26]

Just wondering when you'll be in Vegas next, and if I could borrow a couple hundred dollars for a room. (grins) Oh yeah, and also wondering if you know that Colorado has gaming too. (winks)
Great story and Im off to read more.

[pipspank]

This is a great tale and the descriptions of the spankings is terrific! Thank you.