Superbitch, as one of the winners, could have picked a strong instrument to use on Yollanda's bare behind, even caned her. But when her teammates declared a wish to 'smack Yollanda's cute derriere over the knee', Superbitch had wanted to make it unanimous. Now she intended to show the group, especially poor Yollanda, just how punishing a hand-spanking could be.
When the petite college freshman was ordered over Superbitch's lap, she meekly said "Yes Ma'am". Although she didn't like being made to play the little girl, she didn't mind acting submissive if it would minimize how much a penalty hurt. She didn't know Superbitch well, and was willing to do whatever was necessary to make this strong, scary blonde moderate her spanking.
Superbitch looked at the small reddened bottom over her knee, its colour due to the two previous spankings. "I think you've been warmed up enough" she declared, and began spanking hard straight away.
Yollanda's very loud repeated "Oww, oww, oww" was accompanied by squirming hips and kicking feet. "Don't make such a fuss" said her costumed tormentor. "This is going to get much worse before it stops. You lost the game, little Yollanda, and have to pay the penalty."
The hard spanking was concentrated on the lower part of the victim's bottom - the more sensitive half. But Superbitch was still spanking straight downwards, which meant the undercurves and sweet-spot hadn't felt it yet. But the sheer relentlessness and harshness of the spanking acheived the blonde executive's goal - Yollanda suddenly burst into tears.
"Losers are weepers" said Superbitch unsympathetically. But after a few more hard slaps she needed to rest her arm. Her palm and fingers were stinging considerably, but she didn't care about that. Yollanda sobbed during the pause.
The sobs turned to screams when the penalty resumed. Superbitch had switched to spanking sideways onto the most sensitive surfaces, so far neglected. The very hard smacks on her sweet-spot hurt more than anything Yollanda could remember. Her tears were copious enough to drip off of her face. Her whole body thrashed wildly, and it was all her cruel spanker could do to hold her down by the small of her back.
"Please! Please! Stop for just a minute!" she begged, when her tormentor showed no signs of shifting her attention to a less tender spot.
"Can you give me a reason why I should do that?" asked Superbitch. Yollanda promised to do anything the dominant blonde wanted. Superbitch paused in her task, looked at the ceiling in contemplation and said "Ummm... OK! Get off my lap and kneel down".
In great relief, and still weeping, Yollanda clambered down to the carpet and knelt. She took the opportunity of rubbing her very red bottom. Avril and Linda watched curiously to see what 'doing anything' meant in Superbitch's case. They knew what sort of things it would be if it were Zoey!
Zoey herself had been too busy to watch every second of the spanking. She had more orgasms to force out of the reluctant Talia yet. She could certainly hear and sympathize with Yollanda. And now she half-turned, curious to see what this interlude might contain. But she didn't stop what she was doing to Talia, who now felt extra humiliated - she was forced to be a passive plaything while not even her "owner's" main object of attention. The casualness of Zoey's molestation was infuriating, but there was nothing Talia could do about it.
"Kiss my feet, slave" ordered Superbitch. Slave, little girl, Yollanda didn't care WHAT she was called right now. She kissed the red silken feet of the superhero costume, as her sobs gave way to sniffling. Superbitch sighed contentedly and said "I'm SO glad you let me join this little club." She was loving this moment of dominance, and after all, she had paid for her entry with some painful penalties on her own backside.
She made the young college freshman kiss all the way up her blue leggings, but no further. Yollanda had calmed down, and Superbitch told her to get some tissues and wipe her face. But then she said "OK, you've earnt your break. Now it's back over my lap."
Yollanda moaned and pleaded, but only while obediently placing herself face-down in the required position. She was afraid of earning any kind of penalty for being too slow following orders.
It only took a few seconds for the victim's crying to resume. Once again she was being spanked very hard where it hurt most. Her flaying arms and legs would have made her fall off of her spanker's lap if she had not been held firmly down. After only thirty seconds she was begging for another pause, but to no avail this time.
It was only when her yelling and crying became less through sheer exhaustion that her torment ceased. "OK, get up" said the stern voice above and behind her. "Now you know what a real spanking is like". When Yollanda struggled to her feet, Superbitch showed her palm to the others and turned her victim around. "Which is redder, my hand or Yollanda's butt?"
Yollanda was still weeping, and finally the blonde executive felt some sympathy and protectiveness. "Come here" she said with a sigh, and opened her arms. Yollanda sat on her knee and welcomed the make-up cuddling she received. Then came the cold cream and the crisis was over. Yollanda managed a smile, looking at Zoey forcing one last climax out of the embarrassed Talia.
Avril spoke up: "OK, all losers line up. As agreed, there's one more penalty and you all face it together."
The losing team was lined up nude inside Avril's front door. Zoey went ahead of them and opened the door to the patio. Superbitch and Avril were behind them to make sure nobody was reluctant to step outside. "All right Ladies" said Avril. "Three laps around the house, please!"
Before the game they had all agreed that public exposure within Avril's grounds would be the final punishment for the losers. Now Linda led the way out of the door naked, onto the patio, and to the left. Yollanda followed, then Talia, as they began the run counter-clockwise around Avril's house.
The three winners found it hard to decide which would be more fun - to follow them and watch their bare and reddened bottoms for the whole circuit; or to stay on the porch and get the frontal view as they came around to the front of the house each time.
Superbitch, after putting on her mask, opted to chase them around with a switch, to flick the bare butt of anyone who was too slow. The others waited at the front.
After a while, the first thing to come around the corner was Linda's bare and bouncing bosom. Of the three of them, she was in most need of a sports bra, and without one she made an obscene spectacle as her heavy breasts oscillated in time with the running.
Young Yollanda came next, eyes darting fearfully towards the street. She had the smallest bust, but her shaven pubic mound gave her the most exposed pussy if anyone should see the trio in their streak.
Lastly Talia, whose luck had finally run out that day, came running with an easy pace afforded by her long legs. Average sized breasts and red-brown pubes would be the pleasant surprise she would give any man who caught sight of her.
Their three scarlet bottoms disappeared around the other side of the house towards the back yard, and a little while later the whole spectacle was repeated. On the third time, the runners were ordered to a halt.
"Line up near the front door" shouted Superbitch. "Right where anyone can see you if they look up the path from the front gate. Now face the wall and lean on it with both hands."
This under-arrest stance made the trio push their buttocks outward. The red tushies were poked towards any observer, giving evidence of the corporal punishments they had just received. The winners relaxed and feasted their eyes on their opponents' embarrassment, feeling glad it wasn't them who had suffered the day's penalties.
No time limit had been set, so the losers simply had to expose themselves until the winners got bored. Hunger and the setting sun was what called a halt to the fun. The trio were allowed to dress for dinner. This time they ordered a delivered chinese meal, so they could talk about the club and the games while eating.
"Well" said Linda, "we've gotten to know our new members today. We know that when we lose a game to them, we're likely to be shamelessly molested by Zoey, and beaten cruelly by Superbitch."
"What goes around, comes around" said Talia, grinning at the two newcomers who had tormented the hell out of her that day.
"We've got time for endless rounds of payback ahead" said Avril. She raised her glass, saying "Here's to the Ladies Social Spanking Club!" The others raised their glasses in salute, and there were replies of "Cheers!", "To the Club!", and "Skol!"
End of Game 3
Next: Game 4 - The terrible consequences of chickening out on a penalty.
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