"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.
