'Free reign' meant within the bounds of the spanking implements they already had, each with its own limit on penalty strokes. There was to be no limit on the humiliation factor. This way there would be more mystery about what was going to happen to you, which was an excitement factor they were all keen on.
To be fair, there had to be a Slayer on each team. The others drew lots for whose team they would be on. Fred and Cordelia ended up on Buffy's team, leaving Willow and Tara to join up with Faith.
It was a narrow win, but Faith scored the deciding basket at the last minute. Willow and Tara high-fived each other, while Faith exclaimed "Yes! We're five by five, girls! OK losers, take off your clothes!"
Willow said "Let's get them all down to their panties first. Then we'll unveil them all together". Buffy, Cordelia and Fred began shedding their clothes, resigned to an evening of embarassment and stinging bottoms. The losing team lined up in their knickers.
Faith called out "OK girls, all together - get 'em down". Three pairs of panties were slid down to ankles.
"Throw them all onto the couch" commanded Willow. Obediently, the losers threw their underwear across the room and waited nude for the winners to decide what was to be done to them.
"For a start" said Willow, "I want to smack Fred's cute little derriere over my knee. I haven't had a chance to do that yet."
"Me too" said Tara, and Faith said she would join in on this also. Fred moaned at this sentence of a triple spanking. It seemed she would spend the evening draped over several laps, getting a steadily reddened bottom. She squealed a "No!" when Faith said "Let's see which one of us can make her cry quickest".
"That won't be my goal" said Tara with a significant but unexplained twinkle in her eye. Clearly no two of Fred's three spankings would be alike.
"What about Cordelia? She's a lot tougher nut to crack" asked Willow. Faith replied "We can spank her with something harder, but what she'll really hate is being humiliated". Tara said they could leave that part to her, and Cordelia rolled her eyes in dismay at what this obvious lesbian might make her do.
Willow said "Leave my dear friend Buffy to me. She's given me two nasty spankings since we started this whole thing. Revenge will be sweet."
"Aww, we can help, can't we?" said Faith looking over her old rival's naked figure. Willow came up close to Buffy and cooed "I'm sure there are ways you can assist me to punish her." Buffy looked at the floor. She felt excited but nervous about her friend's payback time.
"Are we going for private or public penalties?" asked Tara. In the end the winners decided to inflict all the penalties indoors, but then send the whole naked losing team out on the patio to show their red bottoms to the world.
Fred watched as Willow sat on the dreaded spanking chair and crooked her finger at her. Then Willow patted her thigh and said "Let's start!"
Fred stepped forward for the first of three nude spankings she was going to get from the winning team. Once Fred was placed comfortably over her lap, Willow pressed her hand firmly on the brilliant young physicist's bottom and savoured the situation. "Now who's been a naughty girl?" she asked in a sing-song voice. She then gave Fred five quick firm smacks in the centre of her bottom.
Fred yipped and squirmed. Although she had finished college, her petite body meant she had to put up with a lot of "little girl" stuff from the other women. But she didn't have to like it. She didn't want to scream and blub like a little girl, especially not from a hand-spanking.
Willow began spanking rhythmically and in earnest. Continuing her motherly role-playing, she scolded her young spankee as she slapped her behind: "(smack) This will teach you (smack) not to play (smack) basketball games (smack) when you should be (smack) studying physics".
"Ooh, ow, aah" protested Fred, and lifted one heel or the other as each slap landed and stung her naked cheeks. It was the first time she had been spanked nude, and she felt the extra vulnerability. Her slim breasts were not substantial enough to swing in response to the impacts of the spanking, but they shuddered a little, nipples pointing towards the patch of carpet beside the spanking chair.
Willow kept up a relentless pace. With great enjoyment she moved her aim around the slim young buttocks. As Fred continued to yell and moan, Tara commented "She didn't even get good enough at the game to win it. Or she wouldn't be getting spanked right now."
"That's right" said Willow and increased the pace of her slaps. "You lost the game and now you get to suffer the penalty".
Fred's ows and ouches and similar indications of distress got louder. The burning of her bottom was continuous now, but that didn't stop each new smack hurting more. The kicking of her bare legs grew more frantic.
"Now tell Auntie Willow you'll stop wasting time" said her spanker. Fred didn't want to play that 'little girl' game, and just kept yelling and moaning. Willow paused and put her hand almost between the young girl's legs, at the lowest central part of her bottom. Fred knew all about the 'sweet-spot' and knew this part of her spanking would hurt most.
Willow spanked slowly but hard on that tender spot. Fred screeched on the first smack and began wriggling, as much as Willow's left hand holding her down would allow. On the second, she sobbed "Oh please!". On the third she gave a long drawn howl, and on the fourth she gave up. "I promise, I promise!"
"What do you promise?" prompted Willow, and smacked the same sore spot again.
"Oooooow! To study instead of playing sports!"
"That's better". Willow stroked the reddened young cheeks. Fred stopped squirming and relaxed limp over her pretended "Auntie's" knee. She sulked about being made to play the little girl after all - when Willow helped lift her up, her face was red and her bottom lip pouted.
"Now now, don't be petulant" warned Willow, "or I'll put you back over my knee."
Tara laughed. "Don't worry, Fred, I won't try to mother you when it's my turn to spank you. But you can cool your bottom for a while. It's Cordelia's turn to take some of her penalty."
"Yes" said Faith, "and I know just the instrument to use. Guaranteed to curb her haughty temperament".
Cordelia had been the luckiest of the club's members. She was the only one of the four founders to escape their first meeting unspanked. She had never had to remove any clothing or suffer a penalty. Until now.
She was standing stark naked between Faith, who had been waiting for a chance to avenge a certain tough paddling she'd had from Cordelia; and Tara, who was eyeing the arrogant brunette's long attractive legs and firm bosom with ill-concealed desire. Cordelia was more afraid of what embarrassing things Tara might get up to with her than the pain of corporal punishment from Faith. Unfortunately for her, both problems were to occur at once.
After a whispered conference, the two newest recruits decided on a tag-team approach. Tara sat on the spanker's chair and said "Across my lap, if you please, Cordelia". But at the same time, Faith picked up the strap and started making practice swings.
Cordelia thought "OK, Tara the young lesbian is going to serve as a spanking bench, while Faith is going to thrash my behind with the strap. I can take that."
But it wasn't so simple. The first thing Cordelia felt wasn't the sting of the strap, but Tara's fingertips brushing over her bare bottom. It made the skin come alive and reminded her of her nudity. It was only when Tara ordered her to part her legs more that Cordelia had a better idea of what was in store for her. Tara stimulated her inner thighs with that lightest of fingertip touches known as 'pattes d'araignee' - spider's feet. Cordelia couldn't help shivering.
Then Tara took her hand well away from Cordelia's body, which was a signal to Faith. The strap came down with a loud splat, high on the redhead's exposed buttocks. Taken by surprise, she shrieked, and was immediately ashamed at having cried out at the first stroke. She wanted to tough out whatever they would do to her.
Faith brought the strap down again and again. Cordelia was more prepared for these subsequent strokes of the strap, and gritted her teeth. The pain only made her hiss and narrow her eyes. Then Faith stopped the strapping and nodded to Tara.
Cordelia felt gentle hands again, caressing her stinging skin and making all the nerve endings hyper-sensitive. Again she felt fingertips on her inner thighs, and getting closer to her vulva. But the exploring right hand moved to the crease of her buttocks, and slid towards her most private place from the other direction. Cordelia grew more and more tense wondering just how intimate these sapphic caresses were going to get.
But then she had to switch her mind back to absorbing the lashing of the strap. Faith had taken over again, this time attacking a lower part of Cordelia's bottom. The sound Cordelia made between clenched teeth was strained and high-pitched. Her feet began to rise towards her bottom protectively, but Tara pushed her legs down again.
When the relay switched again, Tara poked the victim's anus with a fingernail. Cordelia's whole body jumped in surprise and trepidation. There was nothing in the rules to prevent Tara exploring inside this narrow opening, and Cordelia dreaded the humiliation of it. But it was a bluff. When Tara's hand did what it had been threatening to do all along, namely stroke the brunette's labia just once, Cordelia sighed in relief mixed with involuntary pleasure. But that was the infuriating thing, she suddenly realised. She had been tricked into welcoming an outrageous genital molestation. Her face was bright red with embarrassment as Tara giggled.
Yet again Cordelia had to tear her mind away from Tara's humiliating part in her torment, and avoid being equally degraded by letting Faith make her scream or cry. The strap was now torturing the sensitive crease demarking her bottom and thighs. She clenched her fists and beat the carpet, kicking her legs wildly.
Tara stretched her arms in opposite directions. Her left reached below the level of her chair to begin tickling Cordelia's left breast. Her right began stroking the victim's long legs, from mid-thigh to as far as she could reach. This allowed Faith to continue strapping the helpless bottom in the centre. Cordelia's brain could only multi-task up to a certain point. She was determined most of all to avoid a sexual response under this young girl's hands, and the laughter it would cause from the others. So she made blocking out and resisting Tara's ministrations her top priority.
But that left her insufficient concentration to deal with her strapping. A searing stroke across the tops of her thighs made her scream at the top of her voice, and tears started to well up in her eyes. The next stroke forced gasping sobs out of her. Faith exclaimed "Haha! Got you!". She stopped lashing. But Cordelia continued sobbing, with the humiliation of defeat.
Tara stroked the embarrassed brunette's bottom gently and called for the skin cream. It wasn't much comfort to Cordelia. But she recovered her composure and sighed in resignation as she stood up. They had overcome the tough stoicism she wanted to project, and made her first penalty really a penalty for her. They had proven that she had as much to fear in losing a game as anyone. But after all, it was two against one! Unfair!
Faith put down the strap, declaring herself quite satisfied. "I'm not" said Tara to naked Cordelia. "I have further plans to molest you later on."
