Linda's eyes moistened a little. It was true, she should have revealed her state of mind that night sooner. She had broken the rules and spoilt the game. Now she was being punished. She so wanted her friends to forgive her. She vowed to herself that she would leave her bare boobs and pussy uncovered no matter what happened.
Yollanda sat on the platform beside Linda as the others left. "It's an evil little plan we dreamed up, isn't it? The diaper rash was my idea. We couldn't punish you without a spanking involved somehow."
A steady stream of strangers came by, looking closely at Linda's obscenely offered crotch, and many (particularly men) viewed the scene from the side. By the end of the day, Linda's large boobs were as publicly known as her snatch. Meanwhile, Yollanda chatted away, calling her Miss Linda in her usual respectful way. It was as though Linda was seated at a formal dinner party, and not exposing herself naked in the rudest possible manner.
When Superbitch replaced Yollanda (wearing her eyemask to avoid recognition), she untied Linda and let her walk - naked of course - to the women's toilet, to drink some water and stretch her back.
Then it was back to the platform!
Amongst the steadily streaming audience, a group of three thirty-something women with new-age and Celtic style clothes stopped and looked at this show of bare femininity. "The Diaper? What's it supposed to mean?" asked one.
"It's a protest against the patronization of women, and how men treat us like children" said another. The third companion disagreed. "No, it's a celebration of woman's body, cleverly combined with an image of her role in nurturing the young." Perceiving that the strangely-costumed blonde was in charge of the display, they asked her what it was about.
Superbitch, with her postgraduate education, bluffed superbly. "It's an allegory of humanity's search for committment, in the style of Sartre's 'Rues a Liberte', with an emphasis on the need to abide by mutual arrangements we have made voluntarily." The women could not see how this thesis fit what they were seeing, but they pretended to understand and moved on.
Linda's worst moment came in the afternoon. Zoey had just arrived for her turn on watch, and seeing the 'diaper rash' had faded to a faint pink, she had given Linda a prolonged sweet-spot spanking that made her yelp and whimper.
But the true nightmare began with a woman's voice, heard in the commanding tone of teachers the world over. She was leading a group from the local co-ed school on a weekend field trip. "Now class, this hall contains material designated 'adult'. We will examine it provided you act as young adults. Anyone snickering will be sent outside."
As the voice droned on, Linda cringed and pressed her arms against the platform to fight the urge to cover herself up. "This tablet, boys and girls, is a piece of Ancient Greek pornography, from 'pornos' meaning prostitution and 'graphos' - to write. You will notice that the male's organs are over-emphasized to a degree impossible in real life. And over here" - the sound of many shuffling feet came closer - "is a form of living sculpture or 'performance art'. It may serve as useful for your education if the artist is willing."
The teacher moved to the side of the platform and leaned over to talk to Linda. But Zoey stepped forward and said "I am the artist, madam, she is only the model. You may direct any questions to me." The teacher wanted to use Linda for an impromptu anatomy lesson for her young class. Zoey agreed, telling her not to be afraid to touch the exhibit if it would help in her teaching. Linda closed her eyes tightly.
"Class, this sculpture represents a baby, but besides her size, who can tell me how we can recognize the model as an adult female?"
"She has boobies" said a boy who had moved to the side. "Yes, but what else?" prompted the teacher.
A small girl put her hand up. "My kitty doesn't look like that" she said, indicating the focal point of the exhibit. "Correct" confirmed the teacher. "A certain 'blossoming' takes place after puberty. Now gather closely and we will examine the various parts. We will start at the bottom, so to speak, and work upwards. First is the anus, part of the...?"
"Digestive system" said one of the children. "Yes", the teacher went on. "The area of skin above that is called the perineum". At that point, Linda actually felt a long fingernail prod her in the area just named. She squealed in protest, but was shushed by Zoey.
"Now we have the labia majora. And in this lady's case the labia minora are visible within them. On closer inspection..." - Linda gasped as she was subjected to an even more intimate touch - "... we can see the vagina clearly. The urethra is located here, and this is the clitoral hood."
"Oh no, she wouldn't!" thought Linda, but in vain. The teacher showed the class a little pink bud. She told them the clitoris had evolved to ensure that female humans were sufficiently motivated to mate, and thus produce offspring. Then the index finger of the other hand stroked just once across the exposed clit. Linda nearly jumped out of her skin!
The class moved on, and it was nearly closing time. Zoey said "That teacher gave me an idea. There might be one more way you can experience the embarrassment you deserve before we untie you."
She copied the teacher's actions, except that she didn't stroke Linda's clit just once, but kept going mercilessly.
"No!" pleaded Linda. Like most of the club members she was mainly straight, with a little bisexuality thrown in. But she knew Zoey wasn't straight at all! Linda couldn't mentally shut out the effect of Zoey's knowledgable fingers. She made all sorts of sounds, some in common with noises she made when being spanked, and some not.
The four other club members arrived to help with 'dismantling the display'. They laughed at what was going on. Then a shamefully intense climax made Linda's body shudder on the platform, her raised legs shaking the ropes. She gave a high pitched moan through her teeth that was part ecstasy and part protest.
"There you are, dear Linda" said Zoey. "You've had a lesbian orgasm in public. A fitting end to your humiliation." The others laughingly added comments along the lines of what a randy, shameless, kinky slut Linda was.
At last, Linda was released and allowed to dress. Still red-faced, she said "Do you forgive me now?". There was a chorus of 'yes' and 'of course', followed by a series of hugs. But all the Ladies, the victim as well as the witnesses, had one thought uppermost in their mind:
"From now on, I am never EVER going to back out of a penalty."
End of Game 4 (and of the Ladies Social Spanking Club series for now). New stories tomorrow.
