"Well done, neophytes!" said Cordelia, and there was general applause - including from Faith, who had enjoyed the spectacle immensely. Cordelia continued "The next penalty is called 'Hard Instrument Across Knickers'. The loser will get the wooden paddle, in her panties."
"I'm not wearing any panties" said Faith. "But these pants are as thin as any underwear you can imagine."
"OK" said Buffy, "but it's not fair if you don't have to take anything off at all. You can remove your top instead if you lose". Cordelia added "And I get to wield the paddle, aren't I lucky?"
"Yes you are" thought Faith! Now she was up for another card draw. If she defeated Tara again, the third penalty would have to be hers. Again she wondered if it would be better to lose now, before the penalty became stronger. But there was no way to affect the result. She and Tara, who was flushed and still panting, approached the deck of cards...
Tara cut the deck and revealed a five. There was a sympathetic 'aaah' from a couple of the other women, at the prospect that Tara would have to take two initiation 'tests' in a row.
At that moment, Cordelia took out the rectangular wooden paddle from a drawer and brandished it. It wasn't very thick - milder in fact than a fraternity paddle or an American school paddle, but it still had a reasonable heft to it and was made of a hard wood. They didn't want the kind of paddle that would bruise so much that the spankee couldn't play any further games for a while. They wanted the only definite 'finisher' to be the cane.
"Easy" thought Faith when she saw the paddle. Her black pants were no thicker than panties, which she didn't have on. So she had agreed that, since Tara would have to shed clothing if she lost, Faith would take her top off to compensate. She cut the cards, and showed the four of spades.
Tara did an exaggerated wipe of her brow and exclaimed "Whew"! Faith, without hesitation, began to remove her top. "Well" she thought, "they've seen all of me now. And one of them gets to paddle my rear."
Cordelia swung the paddle in the air. "I think I'll have you leaning with your hands against the wall". Faith walked to the wall and obeyed, exposed breasts bobbing slightly as she leaned over. Fred joked "This is an arrest. Against the wall and spread 'em!"
"Good idea" said Cordelia. "Let's have your feet well spaced apart". Faith had read the club rule requiring obedience in all such details to the person giving you a penalty. She parted her legs, and composed herself for the whacks coming her way.
Cordelia swung fair and true, landing the paddle right across the centre of her victim's seat. Faith felt it, that was for sure, but the only sign of pain she gave was to close her eyes tightly and bend her knees slightly. Strikes two and three were angled to concentrate on one buttock each. Slayers were not immune to pain, and faith hissed a little through her teeth.
The fourth whack was across the centre again, and Faith started to realise that it was going to hurt more with each stroke. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist a show of bravado. "Can't you spank any harder than that?" she asked.
"Yes I can actually" said Cordelia. She swung from lower down, lofting the paddle upward onto the lower part of her spankee's bottom - and hard! The impact seemed to lift Faith off the ground slightly, or maybe it was just that she gave a startled jump at this effective strike. The girls all heard her big intake of breath.
Cordelia struck the seat of Faith's thin black pants again in exactly the same way. The response: "Yeow! OK, OK, you CAN spank harder!"
"Was that a request for mercy?" asked Cordelia with a grin. "Say pretty please and I might go back to paddling you softer." But Faith shook her head, making her bare boobs jiggle sideways, and adjusted her stance for more stability. Everyone could see that she and Cordelia were destined to have an ongoing rivalry for who was the most dominating personality in the club.
Whack! Pause... Whack! The dark-haired Slayer gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she asked for this. She had wanted to play games like this for years, win or lose. But the fact that there were still twelve strokes to go was daunting.
At the 'ten' mark, Cordelia decided to try one-cheek upward swings. She hit the lowest part of Faith's left buttock. The victim swore aloud. "Language!" admonished Cordelia, and whacked the undercurve of the right cheek. Faith gasped as if in disbelief at how much it hurt. Her knees buckled for a moment, making her drop her bottom lower. She didn't want to be accused of moving out of position, so with an effort of will she straightened her legs.
Cordelia liked getting that reaction, so she repeated the previous two cruel swats. She was rewarded with Faith's first outright yells. "Go with what works, I always say!" Cordelia quipped. She followed up with a very hard swing across both undercurves. What Faith shouted would have been punished by her alcoholic mother as "taking the Lord's name in vain".
"Would this be a good moment to talk about that Homecoming, when I was mistaken for you and nearly got killed?" asked Cordelia, as she addressed the once-rogue Slayer's bottom as if lining up a golf stroke.
The answer was in a somewhat quavering voice - "That wasn't MY mistake! <thud> Ooooooow!"
The last few strokes didn't need to be very hard. Now that she was making her victim cry out, Cordelia was content to know that she was paddling a bottom that was already very sore. The worst swats made Faith repeat her movement of bending at the knees and then straightening up quickly.
"How sad, here comes the last one!" said Cordelia in a tragic tone of voice. Thwack! Faith managed to restrain herself to a "Nnnng!" through gritted teeth. "You may go" said Cordelia, who had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her victim straightened up and massaged her bottom, whispering "Ow, ow, ow". She found that the pain was mostly surface sting. That particular paddle was hard but not heavy, so there was no deep bruising.
Tara passed her the jar of soothing lotion, but didn't offer to apply it for her. After all, they had only just met. Faith turned her bottom towards a corner, lowered the back of her skin-tight pants, and applied the stuff liberally, not caring how undignified she looked. Putting her top back on could definitely wait.
Tara was SO glad that it hadn't been her on the receiving end of Cordelia's paddle. But what was the next test that she and Faith would have to gamble for?
Willow answered the question. "And now, a simple classic - a bare bottom slippering over the knee. Buffy will officiate."
When Faith had finished soothing her cheeks, she replaced her top and joined Tara for the next draw. Tara's butt was still flushed from Fred's hand spanking, but not sore any longer. Faith's posterior positively glowed red, and definitely WAS sore. But, of course, the cards didn't know that, and life isn't always fair.
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