It was begging to be smacked, and smack it Cordelia did. The earlier wobbling of Buffy's breasts had been a prelude to the rippling of her bare bottom, as slap after slap began to turn it a glowing pink. The sound of spanking was accompanied by a heavy breathing and occasional groaning on Buffy's part as she absorbed the seperate stings and the steadily increasing sensation of burning. She had great powers of healing but was not at all impervious to pain!
After a while, Cordelia asked "Tell me, loser, do you want it harder or softer?"
Buffy did NOT want Cordelia to spank harder! She seemed to be doing it quite hard already. But Buffy knew the answer she was required to give if she was to keep up her submissiveness, which she was using as a mental shield. "Spank me harder, please, Cordelia!"
Cordelia did not hold back. The red bottom in front of her was clearly very well cushioned, and she began to spank as hard as she could. Her arm was raised to above head level before each smack came swooping down with a loud 'whap' that echoed in the room. To make it even worse, she gave three or four full-strength slaps in the one spot before moving on.
Buffy's yelps became much louder, feeling this dreadful attack on her nude womanly bottom. The jeans went flying as she kicked, but her legs remained trapped by her panties. Her bare breasts swayed all the more in response to her desperate squirming. Cordelia was extracting the full measure of pain and humiliation possible within the bounds of the agreed penalty.
Fred started to look uncomfortable at the intensity of the spanking she was watching. "Don't worry" said Willow, "these two Homecoming Queens have unresolved issues from way back."
As Buffy yelled, over and over, and tears filled her eyes, a phrase from the rules came to her mind: 'All members shall acknowledge that penalties are expected to be painful and embarrassing'. This was only what she had let herself in for. She had gambled and lost, fair and square.
Finally Cordelia stopped spanking, feeling her arm starting to ache, and her palm hurting considerably. "You may consider yourself punished, miss super-girl" she said archly.
"Here's the lotion" said Willow, lunging forward to minister to her friend. Cordelia chuckled. "You'll need plenty of it! Did you buy the large economy size?" Buffy could do nothing but groan.
Cordelia stood and raised her clasped hands in a victory salute. Fred and Willow laughed and applauded, then each gave Buffy a comforting hug.
"So now I go on to the final, against Fred" said Cordelia. "But we keep our panties on this time, right?"
"Yes" said Willow, "the two winners have earned that privilege. But after your tricks we'd better say 'undergarments' must remain on, not 'panties'."
"Spoilsport" pouted Cordelia. "OK, I'm ready. Where are the dice?". Fred stepped up nervously...
The contestants in this final were the smallest and tallest members, workmates at Angel's detective agency. Cordelia threw the dice, rolling a six and a four. "Beat that!" she said excitedly. Petite young Fred picked up the dice with an air of resignation, and rolled. Her total was only six.
After Cordelia's deviousness in the last round, in making Buffy take her spanking bare-breasted, the others had been careful to prevent the same loophole for this winners' final. But Cordelia had another trick up her sleeve. Grinning, she said "The penalty has to be a hand-spanking, undies on, over the knee, this time? But again, I get to decide any other details. Such as... WHERE the punishment will be carried out!" She began to carry the chair towards Willow's front door, which led to a patio in view of the street.
Fred suddenly realised what was going to happen. "Out there where someone could walk by? Is that allowed? Willow, do you really want anyone to see a spanking going on at your house?"
Willow had never cared much what her neighbours thought, and her parents were away for a month. Also, it wasn't her bottom that would be spanked in public. She replied "I guess from now on we have to add whether a penalty is private or public when we agree on it. But for now, rules are rules. Cordelia won, and you have to obey her."
As Fred followed the others sheepishly out to the patio, she felt afraid. But then the daring of what she was about to do excited her. Pulling her short pants down where there was a chance that a stranger would see? And being spanked that way? Besides, she wouldn't be doing it of her own accord, but under orders. She would be able to say to herself 'I had no choice, I had to be obedient'.
The ideas of obedience and submission brought back all her fantasies of being a convict or a 'Private Benjamin' type of soldier, under orders and being punished for any infraction. As a prisoner in Pylea she had used a fake collar to avoid actually being a slave. But she decided she would use her earlier fantasies to roleplay the situation.
Cordelia had set up the chair in the front yard, in front of the patio, in line with the front gate. To anyone passing by, there would be a short stretch of ground near the gate where, if they turned their head, they would see what was going on. Fred marched to a spot at Cordelia's right, halted and barked "Reporting for punishment, MA'AM!", earning a laugh from the others. Fred's bright clothes were not at all military, but seemed just right for an al-fresco spanking in the sunlight.
Cordelia suddenly grabbed Fred's short red pants and pulled them to her knees. The unfortunate game-loser was showing her somewhat juvenile pink-fringed underwear to any passers-by. She dared not flick her eyes toward the gate, for fear of what she might see.
"Very cute" cooed Cordelia. "Now get over my lap, little girl!"
