Everyone knew that Bobby Brown contributed more than half of the brains to Johnny’s organized crime operation. All of the men feared Bobby as much as they did Johnny. Bobby had always been loyal to Johnny in every way, except for one. He had made the mistake of falling for Johnny’s girl. It was a cardinal mistake and he knew it, yet he couldn’t resist. The minute she walked into the room, Bobby was drawn to her. He had squelched his feelings for a long time, knowing that Margie belonged to Johnny, but sometimes the chemistry between two people could not be ignored.

Margie felt the same way about Bobby, and she began to throw herself at him. It went on for months before Bobby finally succumbed, cursing himself afterward. They were careful. They had to be, because their lives depended on it.

“Doll face, give me a kiss.” Johnny said leaning over and placing his lips on hers. Her heart leapt. The truth was Margie loved both Johnny and Bobby. She loved Johnny for his dashing wit and brazenness and she loved Bobby for his intellect and charm. Both of them made her feel complete and she needed them both.

“Hey Bobby, you know who won the race in the ninth yesterday?” Johnny asked while perusing the newspaper.

“Jaguar’s Paw by a nose I think,” Horses were the furthest thing from Bobby’s mind as she watched Margie snuggle against Johnny.

“I’ll be damned!” Johnny said with disgust. “Mick, you and the boys need to go have a talk with that fuckin’ stable owner. Jesus Christ! I just lost a fortune on that fuckin’ race. This is the third time this month.”

Several men who were standing in the shadows left the room to carry out his orders. “Sure Johnny.”

“God Dammit,” Johnny grabbed Margie’s sore bottom.

“Ouch.” Margie winced, embarrassed by her reaction.

“I can’t get anything or anyone to do what I want these days.” Johnny complained as he looked harshly into her eyes. “But Margie is learning aren’t you babe.”

“Yes Johnny,” Margie choked as he squeezed her sore bottom harder and her eyes filled up with tears.

Bobby had difficulty hiding his disgust. He looked away as if he was bored, but inside he was seething with anger.

Johnny suspected there was something Bobby wasn’t telling him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, and it frustrated him. He didn’t like it. He liked to feel he could trust everyone around him, especially Bobby. They had been friends since grade school in Brooklyn.

Bobby made an excuse about why he had to leave, and bid everyone goodnight. Johnny was tempted to have Bobby followed, but he didn’t know why. Johnny turned his attention back to Margie. “You feel that baby.” He pulled her up next to him. She could feel the bulge of his gun beneath his suit jacket. “Next time you do something stupid I’ll stick the barrel right in your mouth and pull the trigger.”

A sob escaped her mouth. “Johnny!”

He grabbed her bottom again, this time with more intensity. “You better learn to be a good girl Margie.”

“I will Johnny.” Margie gasped.

“Be a good girl Margie,” how many times had she heard that in her life? It was clear that what Johnny meant by her being a good girl and what her parents and the pastor had meant were two different things. She hooked up with Johnny before she knew what had happened, and now there was no way out. The only way out was in a pine box and that was if you were lucky, because most of the time no one could identify the body.

Johnny was feeling particularly mean spirited this afternoon. It may have been Bobby’s attitude, or perhaps he was still angry with Margie, no one knew his reasoning most of the time, not even him. He took Margie’s arm and pulled her into the center of the room. Margie closed her eyes. She knew this couldn’t be good. There were still a few thugs left in the room, the vilest of his bunch.

“Lift up your skirt doll and show the boys your backside.” Johnny let go of her arm, leaving her standing in the middle of the room with her back to his men.

Margie hated when he humiliated her like this. “Please Johnny,” she pleaded.

The audience smiled wickedly.

“Show them what a bad girl you were Margie,” Johnny insisted. He enjoyed watching her squirm.

Margie wanted to die. She wished that Bobby were there so that he could offer her some moral support, even if it was silent support. She slowly began to inch up her skirt, gathering it above her waist. Her white girdle showed and she began to unfasten her garters, bending at the waist and reaching behind her. It was a painful process, but when she released the garters, she could slowly lift up the girdle and pull down her white silk panties underneath. She did all of this slowly and deliberately until her bare bottom was exposed to Johnny’s vile thugs.

All of them could see the marks that Johnny’s belt had left. Johnny had marked her with precision because he had so much practice.

Johnny sipped his whiskey as Margie struggle to reveal her punished bottom. He could see the humiliation on her bright red face. Her humiliation was making his pecker hard. He felt his pants tighten. She was always good to him, but he was drunk by his own power. Disrespecting women was how he was raised. His father taught him that only weak men were gentle with women.

“Nice marks Johnny” someone remarked and it made Margie’s skin crawl.

Johnny laughed. “You gotta teach these dames because they think they own the world.” There was bitterness in Johnny’s voice.

Johnny set his drink down and walked to the middle of the room where Margie was standing in all her glory, holding up her dress and showing her bare bottom to his men. Johnny spat on the floor and then pulled a chair up in front of where Margie stood. He placed his foot on the chair and pulled Margie over his knee. Then he started smacking her bare bottom with his open hand.

“No Johnny!” Margie whined and wiggled as he spanked her in front of his men. Her bottom was already sore and now he was going to make her hurt even more.

Johnny wasn’t about to stop because he was enjoying himself. The high-pitched staccato of his hand slapping Margie’s sore flesh echoed through the room along with Margie’s screams and protests. Somehow, Margie knew that if she looked over at Johnny’s man Sid, the vilest of them all, she would see his crotch bulging. He got an erection every time she walked by him, so she knew he was erect now. With Sid’s I.Q. being what it was, Margie wouldn’t be surprised if he could keep from pulling out his pecker and rubbing it in front of Johnny and the other men. Margie loathed Sid.

Sid and the other men were aroused watching Johnny spank Margie, and Sid’s tongue hung out of his mouth, making him look even viler.

Johnny’s hand felt like steel against Margie’s sore backside. He was teaching his men how to treat a woman, just as his old man had taught him. The combination of the pain and humiliation was upsetting for Margie and she hid her face and sobbed.

“You see boys this is what a gal like Margie needs on a regular basis.” Johnny said as the sweat rolled down his forehead. “It’s what any woman worth her salt needs, to make her understand who’s in charge.”

Margie wriggled from the pain as his slaps intensified. “Please Johnny.”

“You’re learning aren’t you Margie” Johnny said as he continued to strike her.
“Yes Johnny.” She just wanted him to stop, but he continued to spank her hard and steady until his hand hurt too much for him to continue.

“Get the fuck out now boys!” Johnny barked and he pushed Margie toward a nearby table as his men fell over themselves leaving the room. “Lock that fucking door on your way out boys,” Margie noticed Sid looking back over his shoulder as he left the room.

“Get those fucking clothes off,” He barked as he took his jacket off and loosened his tie.

Margie wasted no time stripping.

“I’m sorry I had to do that to you baby.” Johnny said, “But you need to learn.” He pushed her on the table on her back and raised her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He then pulled his pants down to reveal his hard pecker. Her sore bottom was touching the wood of the table as he thrust his hard cock inside of her. Johnny groaned with appreciation. The initial feel of her soft wet opening was always worth savoring. He lingered inside of her for a minute, and then he began thrusting, pounding his thighs against her bruised flesh as he poked in and out of her. He stared into her tear-filled eyes as he fucked her.

That was what it was, fucking. There was no other word to describe it, except for maybe rape. There were no loving caresses or sucking of her nipples. This harsh action was not to be confused with making love. Johnny thrust with fury as her sore bottom slid back and forth against the hard wood. The pain of her bottom combined with his hard thrusts, was difficult to bear, but as usual, she eventually felt pleasure. She was dripping wet from the sensation of his hard pecker. She loved the feeling of her freshly punished bottom combined with his harsh thrusts. She didn’t know why she liked or why it turned her on, it just did.

It didn’t take long before she reached a climax and she tried to hold it back, but she couldn’t. Her release was intense and she grabbed his hands as he held her waist in place, letting out cries of ecstasy as she released her hot juices. Johnny smiled down at her as he released his own load and his eyes rolled back in his head as his pent up liquid spurt inside her, unhindered.

The banging was over and sweat dripped from Johnny’s forehead. Her hair was damp around the edges from all of her tears and sweat. Johnny put his pecker back inside his pants and let her legs drop. She continued to lie on her back on top of the table as she worked at catching her breath.

“Why do you fucking make me treat you like that Margie,” Johnny said. “You know I love you baby,” Johnny scooped her up in his arms and hugged her, kissing her passionately, his lips covering hers and his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry Johnny,” She whispered as he kissed her neck.

It was like this with Johnny. One minute was full of pain and the next was full of joy. Margie returned his kisses with urgency, but then she began thinking about Bobby. She would soon be sneaking away to find Bobby, and he would lick her wounds for her. He would lick her all over. He would rub ointment on her welted bottom and caress her flesh tenderly. He would coax her to climax as he placed his hot mouth and tongue over the folds of flesh between her legs.

She wanted both Johnny and Bobby because they were two sides of the same coin. One was rough and the other gentle. If Johnny ever found out about Bobby, then what would happen? She shuddered to think about it.

Johnny watched Margie limp up the stairs carrying her skirt and blouse. Johnny took out a cigar and lit it. “Boys get the fuck in here” he called as his cigar smoke filled the air.

The men came back inside the room. “What do you need Johnny?” They asked.

“Let’s play cards,” Johnny said as he straightened his tie. “The little lady needs a nap, and I’m feeling lucky!”