Buffy's Spanking Club - First Game 17-20

"Very cute" cooed Cordelia. "Now get over my lap, little girl!"

"Yes MA'AM!" said Fred in a military tone, and hauled herself obediently over Cordelia's thighs. The victor wasted no time, but began spanking the material of the thin panties, not too hard at first. The sound of spanking was certain to turn the head of anyone going past, on either side of the street. Fred cringed and wriggled with the impacts on her taut young cheeks, but tried not to yell out loud and thus draw more public attention to her plight.

"Repeat after me" commanded Cordelia - "You're the champion, Cordelia, I'm a loser". Fred felt a little streak of stubbornness, and said "Never"! Cordelia began to spank twice as hard, and aimed plenty of slaps at the lowest part of her victim's bottom, where the panties covered little. Fred became more vocal in response to this stronger attack. "Aaah! Owoo! Too hard! Yeow!".

"Who's the champion?"

"Owww! You are! Ouch! Please! I'm the loser!"

Inevitably, Fred's cries drew some attention. A little girl about ten years old appeared at the gateway and stared goggle-eyed at the scene. She beckoned, and the head of a boy about the same age peered around the gatepost. Cordelia paused and commanded "Eyes right, Fred!" Fred turned her head and saw her young audience. The boy put his hand over his mouth and chuckled.

Fred's face turned beet red! Cordelia shouted to the children "This girl was caught peeking into other people's yards. Do you two want a spanking as well?". They couldn't run away fast enough!

Then the hard punishment resumed. Cordelia gripped her victim's panties, giving her a wedgie and baring a little more bottom for spanking. Fred yelled continuously, kicked her legs wildly, and repeated her declaration that Cordelia was the champion of champions.



Satisfied, Cordelia called a halt to the her workmate's torment. "The lotion is indoors" said Willow.

Cordelia chuckled. "Bring it out, I want to apply it to Fred's bare bottom right here!"

"No!" protested Fred. She rose quickly, put her pants back on and ran indoors, again not daring to look toward the gate.

"Well" said Cordelia back in the lounge room, "our result so far is: I'm the winner and Fred is second - a complete Angel Investigations victory. But my dear Sunnydale schoolfriends here still have to play off for third place. The question is - what penalty does the ultimate loser get for coming last?"

Buffy and Willow had both recovered from their earlier spankings. They felt daring as they grinned at each other. Then they began a dialogue of one-upmanship:

"It's time to get the hairbrush out!"

"To be taken on the bare behind!"

"Naked, in fact!"

"In any position the winner wants!"

The one thing neither wanted to say was "in public". So they moved towards the table and dice, to see which one would have to surrender naked and which one would be wielding the hairbrush.

Willow had been spanked by Buffy before they formed the club, but not vice versa. On the other hand, Buffy had already been near-naked for her spanking by Cordelia, whereas Willow was shy about showing her frontal nudity. Taking her panties down to be spanked by Fred had been mega-embarrassing. So Willow had more to lose, and really wanted to pay Buffy back for that first spanking. She blew on the dice, rattled them around in her fist, and threw them.

Her bad luck continued to punish her - she threw snake-eyes! Double-one! The others squealed with laughter. "Do I even need to throw?" asked Buffy.

"Yes, in case you throw the same thing" demanded Willow. But no such luck - Buffy threw casually, for a total of six. Willow sighed. "I'll go get the hairbrush" she moaned, and went to fetch it from her bedroom.

Buffy was delighted. It had been such fun that first day the two of them discovered their common fascination with spanking. She had been able to order her friend over her knee and smack her bare bottom. She discovered she had a taste for that sort of dominance. Now Willow had to submit to her totally naked - and Buffy would be better armed!

Willow returned, and laying the wooden-backed hairbrush on both her palms, she offered it ceremoniously to Buffy. "Put it down while I strip you" said Buffy pleasantly. "Turn around and face the room". She turned Willow by the shoulders towards Fred and Cordelia, who were sitting as audience on the couch.

Willow raised her arms obediently as Buffy took her top off, and when her blue slacks were pulled down, she stepped out of them. Then Buffy unclipped Willow's bra and pulled it away, and her hands went up to cover her breasts.



"None of that!" admonished Buffy. "Arms down and away from your sides". Willow spread her arms out and downwards. She bit her lip, feeling her topless exposure keenly. The observers couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Nice boobies" said Cordy, and Fred whistled. Buffy reached for Willow's panties.

Savouring the embarrassment she was dishing out, Buffy drew Willow's underwear slowly down. There was a 'woo-hoo' from the small audience as the victim's reddish-brown pubes came into view for the second time that day. Buffy slid Willow's panties all the way to the floor and tossed them aside.



"Now to punish our naked victim, as a loser deserves" said Buffy. She drew the spanking chair away from the wall and turned it sideways, then picked up the hairbrush.

Buffy's Spanking Club - First Game 13-16

Cordelia gripped her upper arm and ordered "Get over"! With Buffy's superb physical fitness, she had no trouble arching herself right over Cordelia'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. Buffy felt mortified, but excited by her daring in getting into this situation. Meanwhile, Cordelia was seeing exactly what she had wanted to see: the bottom of her longtime social rival, waiting bare at her disposal.

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!"

Buffy's Spanking Club - First Game 9-12

Cordelia looked at Buffy as she reached for the dice, and thought how great it would be to spank this uppity super-heroine, whose exploits had embarrassed her time after time. The devious brunette had plans to use the rules to give herself maximum pleasure if she won. Excitedly, she rolled the cubes. Two fours! Not bad!

Buffy was desperate to do better than Cordelia's eight. She had always resented Cordy's superior alpha-girl demeanour, and (until recently) her snobbishness about her wealth. It would be so much fun to make her obey humiliating orders, and to smack her bare bottom hard.



But disaster struck - Buffy rolled a total of five!

Cordelia 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, though 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 'Buffy the Loser' will be wearing on her top half!"

It took Buffy 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?"

Cordelia 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?"

Willow felt compelled to stick to the rules, 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." Fred nodded in agreement.

Buffy had been disappointed but accepting, when she lost the roll. But now she could see that her desire to humiliate Cordelia 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 Willow "I think I'd enjoy being put in that position myself - to be submissive, however embarrassing the commands."

Pushing aside her desire to dominate Cordelia, 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 Cordelia, with great relish, commanded her to remove her bra. "Show everyone what a loser's tits look like!" she ordered. "Yes Mistress" said Buffy humbly, and began to obey. Cordelia was delighted at this response and watched eagerly as Buffy undid the bra and tossed it away.



Warming to her submissive role, Buffy made no attempt to hide her pale boobs with their dainty nipples, but stood with her hands by her sides. Willow and Fred were rapt, seeing the personality change that bare-breasted Buffy was undergoing. Always having to be the strong dominant one in a crisis, she was fulfilling a desire to be the opposite just for once.

Cordelia 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. Buffy 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!" chortled Cordelia. "That's a good Slayer. If only the vamps could see you now!"



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

Buffy took a deep breath. "Cordelia, you're the winner and I'm the loser. Please pull my panties down, 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. Although they were basically straight, there was a distinct moistening going on. Even the two onlookers felt a hardening of nipples (and elsewhere) - after all, this sort of thing was why they had formed the club. Buffy's excitement, of course, was clearly visible. One would have thought the temperature was anomalously low in the region of her bosom.

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

Buffy's Spanking Club - First Game 5-8

"Over my lap please, Willow". Fred's politeness was maddening. Willow stretched herself over the slender thighs so that her waist was over Fred's right leg and her bottom stuck out beyond. Half her weight was still on her own legs.

 "No, further over, please!" And Willow ended up hands and feet on the floor, legs straight and, of course, bare bottom up.

Watching keenly, Buffy noted that Willow's bottom had just the right amount of feminine curve (as she remembered from last month's spanking). Buffy herself, she reflected with a grin, had a little more of such natural cushioning, though Fred probably had little. But more to the point, Willow's posterior was smooth and inviting to anyone lucky enough to have her in spanking position.

And Fred took full advantage of her luck. She smilingly raised her hand, then began solid but not vicious slaps on the redhead's bare skin.



Willow knew it would hurt but was taken by surprise nevertheless. Fred's hand was small but hard. Willow gritted her teeth during as many smacks as possible, but then began a series of gasps. "Harder!" called Cordelia from the sidelines. "She lost, make her pay!"

Fred ignored this and continued her pace of about two smacks per second. Willow's protests became louder and as regular as a metronome: "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow....". She began to writhe around slowly, but Fred gave her one very hard smack on the upper thigh and said "You're squirming like a snake-demon, stop it!" The spankee couldn't hold back a little screech, and stopped wriggling.

When Fred had made the whole of the bare cheeks before her an even red, she decided on a change of pace. She slowed to one slap per second, but harder. Willow gasped "Oh my Goddess!" as her young tormentor's hand began giving a fiery sting to each cheek in turn. But when hard smacks began landing in the centre and down to her sweet spot, she gave up all dignity and began begging. "Please, not so hard!".

"Don't be a such a big softie!" admonished Fred, but Willow was hurting too much to register the humiliation of this rebuke. This little girl was spanking her bare and HARD! Of course, quitting the game was out of the question - it would be the ultimate shame. Willow had gambled and lost, and was now yelling through her agreed penalty.

Though inexperienced at giving spankings, Fred could hear the cries becoming softer as Willow grew tired. She stopped spanking and rubbed the sore red bottom in front of her. Buffy called "Don't worry, Willow, I brought something from my post-slayage first aid kit!" and stepped up with a bottle of soothing lotion. Buffy rubbed some gently in, with Willow still lying over Fred's thin thighs and groaning.

"You can get up now." Willow struggled upright, and reached for her lowered panties and slacks. Buffy wickedly prevented her from pulling them up right away - she stepped forward and hugged Willow, saying "Well done!". Of course, Cordelia then did the same, once more delaying Willow's chance to recover her modesty. And lastly, Fred - Willow returned her embrace in genuine good sportsmanship, though she was forced to do so with her red bottom (and more) still showing.



Fred asked "I still have to play a decider against the winner of Buffy and Cordelia's match, don't I, for a spanking on the seat of our panties? But shouldn't there be a decider to find the ultimate loser as well? The penalty should be more severe for that."

"Oh thanks!" said Willow. But now she was fully dressed, she felt quite recovered. "All right," she said, "but for now, you two had better prepare for your match."

Buffy and Cordelia looked each other in the eye. There was a lot of history between these girls, such as a certain competition for Homecoming Queen. They both keenly wanted to win.

But first, the four girls decided on a coffee break. While they were drinking, Willow 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 as shown in the picture.



"As founding members we're exempt from the initiation" explained Willow, "although you could say we're performing it now."

"Well done, Willow, always efficient" said Buffy. "Come on, Cordelia, let's get down to it!"

Buffy's Spanking Club - First Game 1-4

Two weeks later a meeting took place at Willow's house. As well as Buffy, there were two new recruits. Cordelia was tall and long-legged with dark flowing hair. She looked at the others with a predatory grin, as if she already had them over her knees. She introduced them to Angel's rescued recruit 'Fred' (Winifred Burkle), a petite studious girl and the most nervous of the group.

"Let's start simple" said Willow. "We'll all roll a pair of dice, and the lowest two rollers have to play the first game. Then it's the turn of the other two." She threw the cubes onto her coffee table. They showed a total of three, which made everyone laugh aloud - a good atmosphere to start the club's first game. Buffy and Cordelia both got high rolls, and when Fred couldn't beat them she looked ruefully at Willow.
"You and me, kid!" said Willow. "Let's just keep the dice - lowest roller goes over the winner's knees with her panties down."

"Bare bottom already?" gasped Fred.

Cordelia said "We should ALL prove we're willing to take risks. But just a hand spanking to start with." Buffy added "The two winners will have to have a play-off. But they've won the right to keep their panties on for that. Only one of us will be the ultimate winner and not get spanked at all."

Willow and Fred stepped up to the table and reached for the ivory cubes that were about to affect their dignity... and the colour of their behinds.

Fred's youthful figure squirmed in agitation as she threw the dice. She was as excited as the others, thinking about the risk of a spanking, with its stinging and bare-bottomed humiliation. But she had hoped to ease into it, watching some of the others being spanked first. Now her only hope of delay was to get red-haired Willow over her knee and smack her soundly. The dice stopped rolling: Seven! That gave Willow a roughly even chance of winning or losing. A tie would be re-rolled.

Willow's was the most experienced bottom in the new-formed Sunnydale Social Club (as they euphemistically called it). But all THAT meant was that she had already had a spanking from Buffy two weeks before - which had been embarrassing enough!



But to take her panties down and lie bare over the lap of this young stranger? That would make her face as red as her bottom would be. She shook the dice in her hands and rolled: Five! Willow's face fell. Her losing streak was continuing!

Fred, feeling relieved, went to the kitchen chair brought out for the purpose. She sat down while beckoning to her opponent. "The dice have spoken, Willow. Over my knee, please!" she said in her quiet Texan drawl.

Willow looked at her soon-to-be tormentor. With her petite figure, Fred looked younger than the post-graduate age she really was. Willow stepped forward reluctantly and stood beside her.

Fred asked, a little timidly, "Shall I pull your slacks and panties down? Or do you want to do it?". Far from reducing Willow's humiliation by handing a little power back to her, this made her face redden. It not only emphasized her spanker's callow uncertainty, but it forced her to name what was going to happen to her underwear in front of this diminutive girl. "I'll take them down", she murmured.

At least she had put on more upmarket panties than she had on when Buffy spanked her. But standing beside Fred's chair, she had to reveal them right in front of her youthful opponent's gaze, as she reluctantly pulled her blue slacks down.



Then Willow remembered the embarrassment-saving trick she had used with Buffy - to only pull her panties down at the last second as she bent over her spanker's knees. Facing Fred's right side, she bowed with her hands in the waistband of her underwear. Then she pulled them to mid-thigh and tried to fall straight down onto Fred's lap.

But at that instant, Fred leaned forward to scratch her calf. Willow was caught holding her panties half way to her knees. Should she pull them back up until Fred was ready? She could imagine Buffy's jokes about "Miss Yo-yo Knickers". No, she was literally caught with her panties down, and the most dignified thing to do was let them go and stand up straight.

This 'dignity' was purely relative, of course. Her red-brown pubic bush was now on full display, in front of: Buffy, her best friend; the haughty and snickering Cordelia; and worst of all, a young stranger who was going to put her over her knee - but only when she was good and ready! Willow's face couldn't get any redder.

Buffy's Spanking Club - Formation 5-7

"This is what losers get", said Buffy in delighted good humour, and planted a firm smack right in the centre of Willow's bared behind. Willow flinched and gasped, but it wasn't a hard smack. Buffy delivered several more slaps, also calculated just to sting a little.

"Aaah, ouch!"

"Aww, does that hurt?" said Buffy in a heavily ironic tone of mock concern.

"It's like a (oww) melodrama where the (gasp) blonde villainess torments the (eek) red-haired heroine."
"Are you calling me the villain?" demanded Buffy, grinning at Willow's red hair which was just visible down near the floor beyond Buffy's left thigh. "How many times have I saved your life?" Smack! Smack!

"OK! Yeow! I was just using poetic licence."

"Well to finish, I'm going to give you some hard spanks for your ingratitude."



The smacking sound in the room grew louder, and so did Willow's exclamations of distress. When one particularly hard slap hit the sweet-spot in the centre of her bottom's lowest curves, she gave a shriek. Buffy delivered five more hard smacks, and listened with amusement to her friend's resulting yells. She decided to put a little Slayer strength into one big final slap, right in the centre of Willow's bare butt. Willow screamed, and shouted "Please, no more!". Buffy told her she could get up.

Willow, shy about showing her red-brown pubes, performed her earlier manouevre in reverse. She pulled up her panties quickly before she had finished standing upright. "Wow, that really stung. But I'd have to say this game was the least boring thing I've done in a long time. With vampire activity down, life has been dull lately. But now I can say to myself 'I got a bare bottom spanking last week', or whenever!"

"I'm almost sorry I won" giggled Buffy. "But I loved hearing you squeal and moan. And I liked having you at my command, to make you undress, and so on. I think I'd enjoy being put in that position myself - to be submissive, however embarrassing the commands."

Willow said "I'll do it to you now, if you like. The revenge of the vanquished."

"Oh no, that would ruin the point of the game! What's the purpose of playing, if both of us will be spanked regardless? But I'll give you a chance for a rematch later."

"A rematch?" queried Willow. "You'll only beat me - I mean literally beat me - again. I'm rotten at checkers".

"You're right" Buffy replied, "We should play games of chance, not skill. Then, everyone has an equal chance of getting their bottom whacked."

"Everyone? There's only two of us."

"That's just what I was thinking" said Buffy enthusiastically. "There must be other girls who would find this just as much of a naughty thrill as we do. I bet Cordelia likes the idea of sorority paddling. Maybe she can visit from LA - I hear things are slack at Angel's detective agency too."



"Yes" said Willow. "And if the three of us ask our friends and workmates the right questions, we might ferret out the spanking-lovers without being too blatant".

Two weeks later Cordelia turned up at Willow's place, with a shy girl she introduced as 'Fred'.

NEXT: The first full game.