Willow stood in front of her naked best friend. "Buffy!" she said with great jollity, "At last it's my turn. After that first spanking you gave me, and after whacking my poor nude body with that hairbrush - now look who's the naked victim!"
Faith came up beside them, keen to help punish the blonde Slayer who had beaten her every time, back when she went bad. "What do you want to whip her bottom with? And whatever it is, can I have a turn?"
Willow replied "Punishing her behind can wait until later. We all know what Buffy has that we admire and envy." She reached out with both hands and lifted Buffy's breasts a little, feeling their weight.
"Oh no!" cried Buffy, although she was half smiling. What was Willow going to do to them?
"Oh yes! You can't blame me for indulging a little jealousy along with my payback."
Willow tweaked both nipples. Buffy squealed, giggled, and turned her body to get her boobs out of her friend's hands. Faith saw how she could help. She turned Buffy back towards Willow then held her wrists behind her. "Stay still and accept your penalty" she ordered.
Willow slapped Buffy's left breast sideways, obtaining another squeal. Then she used her left hand to do the same with the other boob. The well-shaped breasts bounced each time. Then she smacked upwards onto the underside of each one, which caused a lot more bouncing. Another sharp tweak to the nipples, and the pattern of slaps was repeated. Buffy was very vocal: "Ow! Don't! Eeek! Ow! That hurts!"
Tara was powerfully turned on watching this happen. As the third member of the winning team, she wanted to participate. "Harder!" she urged.
Willow gave the bare nipples more than a tweak - she gave them a hard cruel pinch, followed by more vigorous breast-slaps. Buffy yelled, and struggled in Faith's grip. But her fellow Slayer had a firm grip on her arms, and held her tits properly available for torment. Willow asked "Who else wants me to torture her harder for having better boobs than ours?"
Fred didn't want to betray her team mate. She and Cordelia were both waiting naked for further penalties themselves. Cordelia had no such scruples. She risked the fact that her own tits were bare and available for punishment, by calling out "I do! Make her scream!"
Willow stepped to the left a little so that her right palm could smack Buffy's bosom front-on. This meant the pinioned blonde's nipples were getting the full impact of the slaps. "Aaargh, no!" she yelled, and bent her knees so that she sunk downwards, the one kind of movement out of the firing line that Faith's grip could not prevent.
"Now that's very naughty of you, refusing your punishment" said Willow. "You know, there are other places to smack!" She held her hand on her friend's pubic bush, her fingertips reaching to the labia. Buffy straightened up and pleaded "No! I'll stand still!"
It was hard to keep her promise. As well as hard slaps at every angle, Willow alternated with sustained two-hand nipple pinches, and then twisted them a little - a thorough 'nipple-cripple'. Buffy gave the scream Cordelia wanted, very loudly.
"OK, that's enough being cruel to your titties" said Willow. "But we'll be back to thrash your bottom very hard later. What's next?"
"My turn to put Fred over my knee" said Tara enthusiastically.
Nude little Winifred Burkle was pulled over Tara's lap. Tara had received her first real spanking from Fred during the club's initiation rituals. But she had no thoughts of revenge, only of gratitude. She wanted to show the studious girl lying across her thighs how sexy a spanking could be.
She adjusted Fred's angle across her lap so that there was more room to spread her legs. With little slaps to the inner thighs, she made her spankee move her left leg until her hip was hard up against Tara's stomach, then the right leg as far as it would go without Fred falling off her lap. Knowing what kind of spanking this would be, the other four women moved behind Fred and saw how completely exposed her vulva was for whatever Tara wanted to do.
What happened was quite simple. Tara gave Fred a classic erotic spanking, just the way Tara had always dreamed of it being done to herself. "They say it's more blessed to give than to receive", she thought. Before any smacks landed, she stroked the bottom and thighs laid out for her, running a finger down each inner thigh unhurriedly. Fred moaned and trembled.
Then the spanks began very lightly, and gradually getting stronger. It was quite a while before the stinging was enough to make Fred gasp and squirm a little. Tara switched back to the same kind of stroking as before, but followed with one upward brush of her fingertips along Fred's labia, as an indication of things to come.
The next round of spanking was stronger and caused a lot of mewing and gasping from Fred. But Tara followed it with unabashed caresses of her vulva.
Fred didn't try to fight the sensations as Cordelia had. This felt incredibly good! She was over a lesbian's lap having her bodily sensations completely manipulated; she didn't care what anyone thought, but just moaned and squeaked contentedly.
When her sounds reached a certain pitch, Tara would switch back to spanking, each time harder. After a few cycles, she was smacking her naked victim's bottom very hard indeed. Fred would have been yelling blue murder if the endorphins released by her sexual ecstasy were not acting as a natural anasthetic and tranquilizer. Instead the sounds she made while being spanked became more and more similar to those she made when being caressed.
When Fred's bottom was very red and her gasps took on a breathless quality, Tara kept her hand stroking the smaller of her two targets until there was a pronounced trembling in the naked body over her lap, and a long high-pitched keening was heard from its owner.
When she sat up, Fred's face was red and damp. Her wide eyes looking at Tara spoke of gratitude and appreciation, but she was panting too much to get any words out.
"You'll spoil her!" said Faith. Fred knew her final spanking from the strong vampire slayer, when it came, would not be anywhere near as cosy.
"Do you want to go straight on to Cordelia?" Willow asked Tara.
"No, she'll keep. Give Buffy another session."
As Willow and Faith for the second time approached Buffy's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Willow, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Faith, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"
"With pleasure" exclaimed the dark Slayer. It was thin, green and very whippy - Faith's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"
"You can do ALL the switching" said Willow. "I want to look into dear Buffy's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."
It was plain to Buffy that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.
The thin red line the switch made on Buffy's bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Buffy, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.
Willow said to Faith "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."
"OK" Buffy's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."
"I've got a better idea" said Willow. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Buffy, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."
"OK... OK..." Buffy gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."
"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."
Faith resumed stinging Buffy's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Willow watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Willow's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.
"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Willow smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.
Faith managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Buffy screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Willow pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Buffy's vulva.
"Oooww!" The naked blonde's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.
The white lotion was really needed - Buffy's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Willow applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"
Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous Cordelia. And now Tara approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Cordelia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."
Cordelia was not comforted in the least by Tara's statement. She knew what it meant - the buxom lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be difficult. Cordelia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club was going to be embarrassing.
Tara, for her part, wanted to further molest the arrogant brunette, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Cordelia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Cordelia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Tara's keen hand might do.
Not everything Tara did to Cordelia can be described here without turning the story into pure porn. Let's just say she didn't keep to the outside surfaces of the body submitted to her, and that she didn't use only her hands. Cordelia knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Tara wanted to achieve.
Cordelia, like all the girls in the club but Tara, was only a little bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. Except Angel, and he was off limits. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Tara to do the exact same things, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.
Conversely, Tara went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.
How could Cordelia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Tara switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her pussy to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Tara.
But Tara didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Tara had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Cordelia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.
After Cordelia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Tara said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."
