Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 1 Part 3/5

Before Talia and Linda started their dice-rolling match, with its threat of a bare over-the-knee spanking for the loser, the four Ladies decided on a coffee break. While they were drinking, Avril was busy writing in an A4 pad. "Here", she proclaimed eventually, "I've written down the rules as we agreed on them earlier, so there are no arguments about what was said". She passed around the pad and all the others agreed that it was a 'true and accurate record'. The document read:

RULES OF THE LADIES SOCIAL SPANKING CLUB

1. At each meeting, members shall participate in at least one game of chance, in which the penalties for losing shall consist of spankings with various instruments and/or bodily humiliation. The penalty shall be agreed upon by mutual consent before each game.

2. All members shall acknowledge that penalties are expected to be painful and embarrassing, although no penalties shall be prescribed which cause permanent harm.

3. The loser of a game shall obey the winner who is inflicting her penalty, with regard to details such as how she is placed for punishment, etc. However, the winner may not alter anything decreed in the penalty as agreed, e.g. "with panties on", "over the knee", or change the specified instrument of punishment.

4. The loser shall be respectful and submissive to the winner, on pain of doubling her penalty.

5. If any game-loser does not complete a penalty to which she agreed before the game, she shall leave the club. However, the other members may allow her to redeem herself by performing a penalty involving severe public exposure and embarrassment.

6. Membership is restricted to females 18 years and over, and in good health. New members shall prove their willingness to take spankings by enduring a series of initiation rituals, determined by the other members when required.
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"As founding members we're exempt from the initiation" explained Avril, "although you could say we're performing it now."

"Well done, Avril, we can tell you're a legal secretary" said Linda. "Come on, Talia, let's get down to it!"

Talia looked at Linda as she reached for the dice, and thought how great it would be to spank this buxom and cheerful brunette. Her wide hips promised an ample bottom to slap, and Talia had plans to use the rules to give herself maximum pleasure if she won. Excitedly, she rolled the cubes. Two fours! Not bad!

Linda was desperate to do better than Talia's eight. She had brought Talia into the club - they worked on different floors but Linda had always noted Talia's long legs, her striking red hair and confident demeanour. It would be so much fun to make her obey humiliating orders, and to smack her bare bottom hard.

But disaster struck - Linda rolled a total of five!

Talia rubbed her hands in glee. "Oh goody goody!" She ran to the spanker's chair and plopped herself down on it. "Now let's see, how shall I have you?" She pretended to think hard, when really she knew exactly what she was going to do.

"The penalty was stated as a hand-spanking, bare bottom, over the knee, right?" she continued. "But any other details are up to me. Such as... what 'loser Linda' will be wearing on her top half!"

It took Linda only a second to work out that the answer to this question was going to be 'Nothing'. Her jaw dropped and she gasped. "Surely that's not what a panties-down penalty is supposed to mean?"

Talia replied "Your panties WILL be down, don't worry about that!" Then she appealed to the others, "I'm within the rules, aren't I?"

Avril promoted herself several rungs up the legal ladder and pronounced like a judge: "The case is consistent with spanker's privilege pursuant to rule 3, and with infliction of humiliation pursuant to rule 1." Yollanda nodded in agreement.

Linda had been disappointed but accepting, when she lost the roll. But now she could see that her desire to treat Talia as her toy had backfired really badly. She had to do as she was told, and do it submissively or risk being spanked for twice as long, under rule 4. As she raised her top and took it off, she felt dejected. But then she remembered saying to Avril "I think I'd enjoy being put in that position myself - to be submissive, however embarrassing the commands."

Pushing aside her desire to dominate Talia, she made herself think of all her fantasies of being submissive. "Well, if I have to be the obedient one, I'm going to do it to the max."

Just then Talia, with great relish, commanded her to remove her bra. "Show everyone what a loser's tits look like!" she ordered. "Yes Mistress" said Linda humbly, and slid the straps off her shoulders. Talia was delighted at this response and watched eagerly as Linda undid the clasp and dropped the bra on the coffee table.

Warming to her submissive role, Linda made no attempt to hide her generous boobs with their dainty nipples, but stood with her hands by her sides. Avril and Yollanda were rapt, seeing the personality change that bare-breasted Linda was undergoing.

Talia was going to exploit the situation in every detail. "Drag your jeans straight down to your ankles and come back to attention as fast as you can" she commanded. Linda undid her jeans as fast as her fingers would go, pulled them to her ankles in one brisk movement, then stood bolt upright. This action created the intended display - her breasts swayed as she bent, and continued to bounce for a second after she stood up.

"Bouncy bouncy!" said Talia. "Good girl!"

Linda stood wearing nothing above her ankles but yellow-trimmed panties. She had chosen them to match her yellow top, expecting that if she lost a game she would be still wearing the top when her jeans came down. Foiled! Some of her humiliation at losing returned, and part of it was filed in the back of her mind as a great desire to get Talia back some time. But the rest was soon squashed by her thrill of submission. She felt flushed and had butterflies in her stomach.

"Come closer!" ordered Talia, and Linda shuffled nearer the spanking chair, her ankles trapped by her jeans. Realising that Linda had surrendered completely, Talia said "Admit you're the loser, Linda. Ask me to take your pants down and spank you. And with details".

Linda took a deep breath. "Mistress Talia, you're the winner and I'm the loser. Please pull my panties down as roughly as you like, bend me over your knee, and smack my bare bottom very hard." It would be difficult to tell which of the two women felt more excited by the utterance of those words. There was a distinct moistening going on in both pussies. Even the two onlookers felt a hardening of nipples (and elsewhere) - after all, this sort of thing was why they had formed the club. Linda's excitement, of course, was clearly visible. One would have thought the temperature was anomalously low in the region of her bosom.

Talia proceeded to fulfil Linda's request. She grabbed the exposed panties and pulled them sharply down to below Linda's knees, leaving her virtually naked. For a half-second, a reflex of feminine defense made Linda bend forward slightly and her hands left her sides as if to cover her dark pubic thatch. But she recovered and went back to attention, feeling the cool of the air-conditioning on her nudity.

Talia gripped her upper arm and ordered "Get over"! Linda was quite fit, and had no trouble arching herself right over Talia's thighs so she could plant her hands straight onto the floor on the other side. Gravity made her bared breasts dangle, and the slightest movement made them bob and sway. Linda felt mortified, but excited by her daring in getting into this situation. Meanwhile, Talia was seeing exactly what she had wanted to see: the bottom of a full-hipped woman, waiting bare at her disposal.

It was begging to be smacked, and smack it Talia did. The earlier wobbling of Linda'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 mewing on Linda's part as she absorbed the seperate stings and the steadily increasing sensation of burning.



After a while, Talia asked "Tell me, loser, do you want it harder or softer?"

Linda did NOT want Talia to spank harder! She seemed to be doing it quite hard already. But Linda 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, Talia!"

Talia 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.

Linda's cries became much louder, feeling this dreadful attack on her nude womanly bottom. The jeans went flying as she kicked, but her ankles remained trapped by her panties. Her bare breasts swayed all the more in response to her desperate squirming. Talia was extracting the full measure of pain and humiliation possible within the bounds of the agreed penalty.

As Linda 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 Talia stopped spanking, feeling her arm starting to ache, and her palm hurting considerably. "You may consider yourself punished, Linda" she said archly.

"Here's the lotion" said Avril, lunging forward to minister to her friend. Talia chuckled. "You'll need plenty of it! Did you buy the large economy size?" Linda could do nothing but groan.

When the sore spankee rose to get dressed, Talia stood and raised her clasped hands in a victory salute. Yollanda and Avril laughed and applauded, then each gave Linda a comforting hug.

"So now I go on to the final, against Yollanda" said Talia. "But we keep our panties on this time, right?"

"Yes" said Avril, "the two winners have earned that privilege. But after your tricks we'd better say 'undergarments' must remain on, not 'panties'."

"Spoilsport" pouted Talia. "OK, I'm ready. Where are the dice?". Yollanda stepped up nervously...