there’s old money, new money, and whatever you have. and what you have is the most money in all of new york. it’s not from marriage, or daddy’s bank account, it’s hard work. you’re the ceo and founder of a massive company, in the 50s it’s odd for a woman to be in this position of power, but for marty, it’s lucky.

marty mauser is a professional ping pong player, he’s fantastic, the best in america. he doesn’t have the money to get to japan for the world championship, or the time to get the money. on top of that he needs $1500 to pay a fine. he’s going through it.

marty broke into kay stone’s home, her husband, milton rockwell, had told marty if he took part in a fake match and lost to the japanese ping pong star, he would pay for everything. marty got cocky and declined his offer, thankfully he’s realised he needs it. you happen to be chatting to mr rockwell, a tad tipsy and chatting about business. you’re giving him advice on what jewellery to buy for his wife when marty interrupts. you raise an eyebrow and listen to the interaction. he’s told to go to mr rockwell’s office and get a paddle, the paddle that endo, the japanese champion, uses in every match.

“now i want you to lean over that chair and drop your pants.” rockwell demands. “you’ve been a bad boy, and you need a spanking.” he smirks. most of the guys you’re sat with laugh, you just scoff.

eventually marty leans over the chair, his pants around his ankles, pale ass on display. he’s spanked many times, it seems rockwell could go all night. marty has a frown on his face, tears pooling in his eyes. his ass is pink from all the hits, it’s quite a sight.