Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 1 Part 5/5

Linda and Avril, who had started the club, were about to play the last game-round of the day. Since the loser would come last in the overall game, the stakes were higher than the hand-spankings that had happened so far. They had bid each other up to a stark naked hairbrush spanking, with the loser positioned however the winner wanted, as long as it was indoors.

Avril had been spanked by Linda before they formed the club, but not vice versa. On the other hand, Linda had already been near-naked for her spanking by Talia, whereas Avril was shy about showing her frontal nudity. Taking her panties down to be spanked by Yollanda had been mega-embarrassing. So Avril had more to lose, and really wanted to pay Linda 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 Linda.

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

Linda 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 Avril had to submit to her totally naked - and Linda would be better armed!

Avril returned, and laying the wooden-backed hairbrush on both her palms, she offered it ceremoniously to Linda. Linda took it from her and placed it on the red spanking chair. "I'll just put it here while I strip you" she said pleasantly. "Turn around and face the room". She turned Avril by the shoulders towards Yollanda and Talia, who were sitting as audience on the couch.

Avril raised her arms obediently as Linda took her top off, and when her blue slacks were pulled down, she stepped out of them. Then Linda unclipped Avril's bra and pulled it away, and her hands went up to cover her breasts. "None of that!" admonished Linda. "Arms down and away from your sides". Avril 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 Yollanda, and Talia whistled. Linda reached for Avril's panties.

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

"Now to punish our naked victim, as a loser deserves" said Linda. She drew the spanking chair away from the wall and turned it sideways, then picked up the hairbrush. "Bend over, Avril, with your hands on the chair". Avril turned and obeyed. The chair was low, and this position made her bend well over and stick her naked bottom out admirably. She defensively kept her legs close together.

Linda made her wait, slapping the back of the hairbrush onto her palm in anticipation. "Well, now look what you've gotten yourself into" Avril thought. "This whole thing was your idea - now here you are stripped bare and waiting for a painful hairbrush-spanking. Serves you right!"



Linda swung the brush, which made a 'whap!' sound against Avril's right buttock. "Owwwwwwww"! Another whack and the red patch on the right cheek was balanced by one on the left. "Owwwwwwww!" again. Then Linda delivered a solid smack right in the centre and low down. "Aaah, oh my god!" protested Avril, and her leg kicked backwards. Her bare breasts bounced with the movement.

Linda kept up a steady rhythm, causing Avril alternately to grit her teeth and hiss, then open her mouth and yell. Her consciousness of her nudity receded as the burning in her butt took all her attention. When another low swat was particularly painful, she sobbed and begged "Please Linda!"

Her tormentor gave her a little break, and stroked her hot red bottom. Avril sighed in relief. But Linda's voice was as commanding as ever - "Move your legs apart!" Avril wouldn't dare do anything that might make Linda spank harder. She moved her feet, though not very far. It was enough to allow Linda to do what she wanted. She tapped the bristles of the brush lightly on Avril's pussy.

It didn't hurt, but the surprise of this intimate sensation made Avril yelp, and she had to resist the urge to close her legs again. A frightening thought occurred to her. "You're not allowed to smack my pussy!" she declared.

"No", said Linda, "just show it off. But this way I can get some great sweet-spot smacks in. Like this." The back of the hairbrush resumed its job, right where it hurt most.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeek!" The naked woman practically leapt in the air. As Linda kept on spanking, Avril began to cry softly. Her hips squirmed, and her feet took turns kicking backward as if this could alleviate the stinging.



Avril never moved out of position or tried to cover her bottom. Her tears were a direct response to pain, and a release, not a sign of emotional distress. Linda understood this, but when the weeping had gone on for about two minutes, she stopped and put down the hairbrush. "There you are, dear, thoroughly spanked!" she said.

Linda helped Avril stand, and hugged her nude and tear-stained friend. Talia and Yollanda applauded, then Yollanda brought Linda the much-needed soothing lotion. "I'm sure you don't mind staying naked for this, do you?" asked Linda, and Avril responded by bending back down to the chair. Under gentle fingers and the cold cream, the burning became a pleasant warm tingling.

When Avril was dressed, Yollanda asked "Was it really awful?". "Not really" said Avril, although she was still sniffing and dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "After all, there are worse things than the hairbrush. And we plan to use them next time we meet, don't we?"

The others nodded or went "mmm-hmmm" in assent. They all felt nervous at the idea, but excited as well. The adrenalin high had made them all feel elated, and sharing the experience had given them an instant sense of cameraderie. They went out for dinner and drinks together. Nobody mentioned what they had just done while other diners were in earshot, but the evening was full of laughter. The 'Ladies Social Club' had a bright future.

END
Coming in Game 2: "Initiations" - Two new members have to show their stuff, in more ways than one.

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 1 Part 4/5

The next roll of the dice would decide who would be the only girl to go home unspanked that day, as overall winner of the club's first game. The other would have to go over the winner's knee but, as second place getter, at least she could keep her panties on.

The contestants in this final were the smallest and tallest members. Long-legged Talia threw the dice, rolling a six and a four. "Beat that!" she said excitedly. Petite 18-year-old Yollanda picked up the dice with an air of resignation, and rolled. Her total was only six.

After Talia's deviousness in the last round, in making Linda take her spanking bare-breasted, the others had been careful to prevent the same loophole for this winners' final. But Talia 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 Avril's front door, which led to a patio in view of the street.

Yollanda suddenly realised what was going to happen. "Out there where someone could walk by? Is that allowed? Avril, do you really want anyone to see a spanking going on at your house?"

Avril had never cared much what her neighbours thought. And 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. Talia won, and you have to obey her."

As Yollanda 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. She decided she would use these memories to roleplay the situation.

Talia had set up the chair in the middle of the patio, in front of its arch leading to the garden and 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. Yollanda marched to a spot at Talia's right, halted and barked "Reporting for punishment, MA'AM!", earning a laugh from the others. Yollanda's bright clothes were not at all military, but seemed just right for an al-fresco spanking in the sunlight.

Talia suddenly grabbed Yollanda'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 Talia. "Now get over my lap, little girl!"

"Yes MA'AM!" said Yollanda in a military tone, and hauled herself obediently over Talia'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. Yollanda 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 Talia - "You're the champion, Talia, I'm a loser". Yollanda felt a little streak of stubbornness, and said "Never"! Talia 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. Yollanda 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, Yollanda'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. Talia paused and commanded "Eyes right, Yollanda!" Yollanda turned her head and saw her young audience. The boy put his hand over his mouth and chuckled.



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

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

Satisfied, Talia called a halt to the teenager's torment. "The lotion is indoors" said Avril.

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

"No!" protested Yollanda. She rose quickly, yanked her pants up, and ran quickly indoors, again not daring to look toward the gate.

"Well" said Talia back in the lounge room, "our result so far is: I'm the winner and Yollanda second. But our dear founders here still have to play off for third place. The question is - what penalty does the ultimate loser get for coming last?"

Linda and Avril, good friends, 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.

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...

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 1 Part 2/5

Yollanda'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 brown-haired Avril over her knee and smack her soundly. The dice stopped rolling: Seven! That gave Avril a roughly even chance of winning or losing. A tie would be re-rolled.

Avril's was the most experienced bottom in the new-formed Ladies Social Club (as they euphemistically called it). But all THAT meant was that she had already had a spanking from Linda two weeks before - which had been embarrassing enough! But to take her panties down and lie bare over the lap of a teenager? That would make her face as red as her bottom would be. She shook the dice in her hands and rolled: Five! Avril's face fell. Her losing streak was continuing!

Yollanda, feeling relieved, went to the folding chair brought out for the purpose. She sat down while beckoning to her opponent. "The dice have spoken, Avril. Over my knee, please!"

Avril looked at her soon-to-be tormentor. With her short tom-boy haircut, Yollanda looked even younger than she really was. "I have to lie over those thin young thighs?" thought Avril. "I'm a grown woman! I didn't know someone so young was going to join the club. But she's legally an adult I guess, so I can't object." She stepped forward.

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

At least she had put on more upmarket panties than she had on when Linda spanked her. But standing beside Yollanda'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 Avril remembered the embarrassment-saving trick she had used with Linda - to only pull her panties down at the last second as she bent over her spanker's knees. Facing Yollanda's right side, she bowed deeply with her hands in the waistband of her underwear. Then she pulled them to mid-thigh and tried to fall straight down onto Yollanda's lap.

But at that instant, Yollanda leaned forward to scratch her calf. Avril was caught holding her panties half way to her knees. Should she pull them back up until Yollanda was ready? She could imagine Linda'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 light brown pubic bush was now on full display, in front of: Linda, her best friend; Talia, a relative stranger; and worst of all, a teenager who was going to put her over her knee - but only when she was good and ready! Avril's face couldn't get any redder.



"Over my lap please, Avril". Yollanda's politeness was maddening. Avril stretched herself over the slender thighs so that her waist was over Yollanda's right leg and her bottom stuck out beyond. Half her weight was still on her own legs. "No, further over, please!" And Avril ended up hands and feet on the floor, legs straight and, of course, bare bottom up.

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

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

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

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



When Yollanda 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. Avril gasped "Oh God!" 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 baby!" admonished Yollanda, but Avril 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. Avril had gambled and lost, and was now yelling through her agreed penalty.

Though inexperienced at giving spankings, Yollanda could hear the cries becoming softer as Avril grew tired. She stopped spanking and rubbed the sore red bottom in front of her. Linda called "Don't worry, Avril darling, here's the supplies!" and stepped up with a bottle of lotion they had wisely put on hand before the games began. Linda rubbed some gently in, with Avril still lying over Yollanda's thin thighs and groaning.

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

Yollanda asked "I still have to play a decider against the winner of Linda and Talia'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 Avril. 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."

Linda and Talia looked each other in the eye. Linda was forced to look upward at the long-stemmed redhead. Talia had come along wanting to spank other women more than to be spanked, though she was certainly willing to take her share. But Linda, short and busty, had just acquired a taste for having someone submissive and under her control. They both keenly wanted to win.

Ladies Social Spanking Club - Game 1 Part 1/5

This illustrated series is about the formation and doings of a club for young women who like gambling for painful and embarrassing penalties. The pictures were done with Blender. After completing this series I switched to Daz Studio 4 for higher quality, so these pix are a bit cartoonish.


Preview picture from later in the series:

 
Part 1: How the club was formed.
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Avril and her neighbour Linda discovered their common interest in daring spanking games in chance conversation. The subject of the old Warner Brothers cartoons, like "Merry Melodies", came up. Linda said her favourite was the one where a cat and a bulldog play gin rummy for penalties.

"Oh yes", exclaimed Avril, "and the cat always loses and suffers terrible punishments". She laughed aloud. "That was the most exciting and funny thing I saw on TV growing up."

"I always imagined myself playing a game like that", said Linda. "But instead of the complicated things that happened to the cat, I imagined... Promise you won't be shocked?... that I'd get a spanking if I lost."

Avril felt a thrill, both in her stomach and lower down. "Wouldn't it be exciting, not knowing what was going to happen to you? It could be something embarrassing, like having to run around the front garden naked. But being spanked over someone's knee would be terribly humiliating as well!"

Linda agreed. "Especially if you lost badly. Then you would have to take your panties down and be spanked bare."

Avril paused for a moment then took the first of what would be many dares in the days to come. "I challenge you!", she declared. When Linda only grinned broadly, she went on. "I'll play checkers with you and the loser has to be spanked. For every king the winner has on the board at the end, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing - from her lower half - to get her spanking."

"Shoes off first, though", said Linda, 'upping the ante' in a determined tone of voice. "You're on!"

The two friends sat barefoot at the kitchen table and started the game. Avril soon found out that Linda was a much better player. Her opponent still had so many pieces (including kings) when Avril lost, it was clear that she had forfeited the right to keep her slacks or panties on for her penalty.

Linda slid her chair back and crooked her finger at Avril. Avril moved obediently around to her side, but then it occurred to her for the first time that this was actually going to hurt. It had been a thrilling possibility throughout the game, but now it was a certainty. Linda was shorter but bustier than Avril, with broader hips. She would be quite strong. "Well, I let myself in for it", thought Avril. "I'd hate myself if I backed out now." She lowered her slacks to her ankles. Her panties were plain white ones from the supermarket - not at all flattering. She blushed slightly.

"You didn't expect you'd have to show them, did you?" laughed Linda. "Never mind, get them down, now!" Her voice was demanding - she was clearly enjoying having her friend in such a submissive position.

It occurred to Avril that she could save some humiliating exposure if she pulled down her panties at the same time as bending across Linda's waiting thighs. She threw herself over her neighbour's lap, while tugging down her underwear to her knees at the last possible moment. Later on, as the kinky club they would soon form got into it's stride, Linda would never have allowed this dodge. But for now the modest gesture went unnoticed, as she was presented with a bare and feminine bottom placed across her thighs.

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

"Aaah, ouch!"

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

"It's like a (oww) melodrama where the (gasp) dark-haired villainess torments the (eek) blonde heroine."

"You, a blonde??" queried Linda looking at Avril's light brown shoulder-length hair, which was just visible down near the floor beyond Linda's left thigh.

"All right. Yeow! I was using poetic licence."

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

The smacking sound in the room grew louder, and so did Avril'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. Linda delivered five more hard smacks, listened to her friend's resulting mewing sounds, and told her she could get up.

Linda performed her earlier manouevre in reverse, pulling up her panties quickly as she rose. "Wow, that really stung. But I'd have to say this game was the least boring thing I've done in a long time. 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 Linda. "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."

Avril 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."

"You'll only beat me - I mean literally beat me - again. I'm rotten at checkers."

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

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

"That's just what I was thinking" said Linda enthusiastically. "There must be other women who would find this just as much of a naughty thrill as we do. If we ask all our friends and workmates the right questions, we might ferret them out without being too blatant".

Avril agreed, and over the next fortnight they tried subtle ways of raising the subjects of gambling and spanking. If one of their friends smiled at mentions of both "strip poker" and "sorority paddling", they felt safe enough to be more forthright.

To cut a long story short, two weeks later a meeting took place at Avril's house. As well as Linda, there were two new recruits. Yollanda was a petite girl of 18 with short black hair, the most nervous of the group. Talia was tall and long-legged with red-brown flowing locks. She looked at the others with a predatory grin, as if she already had them over her knees.

"Let's start simple" said Avril. "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. Linda and Talia both got high rolls, and when Yollanda couldn't beat them she looked ruefully at Avril.

"You and me, kid!" said Avril. "Let's just keep the dice - lowest roller goes over the winner's knees with her panties down."

"Bare bottom already?" gasped Yollanda.

Talia said "At this stage I think we should all prove we're willing to take risks. But just a hand spanking to start with." Linda 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."

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