Buffy's Spanking Club - Team Sports 9-11

The last spanking of the day was going to go to Fred, naked along with her fellow members of the losing team. Although no instrument was going to be used, Fred was afraid. Her first spanking had been in a firm and parental style from Willow, and her second sensually erotic from Tara. But this one was from 'Faith' who had already proposed that the three of them compete for who could make her cry quickest. The only words that occurred to her for the punishment she was now facing was 'a cruel dominatrix spanking'.

Faith, as one of the winners, could have picked a strong instrument to use on Fred's bare behind, even caned her. But when her teammates declared a wish to 'smack Fred's cute derriere over the knee', Faith had wanted to make it unanimous. Now she intended to show the group, especially poor Fred, just how punishing a hand-spanking could be.

When the petite college grad was ordered over Faith's lap, she meekly said "Yes Ma'am". Although she didn't like being made to play the little girl, she didn't mind acting submissive if it would minimize how much a penalty hurt. She didn't know Faith well, and was willing to do whatever was necessary to make this strong, scary woman moderate her spanking.

Faith looked at the small reddened bottom over her knee, its colour due to the two previous spankings. "I think you've been warmed up enough" she declared, and began spanking hard straight away.

Fred's very loud repeated "Oww, oww, oww" was accompanied by squirming hips and kicking feet. "Don't make such a fuss" said her tormentor. "This is going to get much worse before it stops. You lost the game, little Fred, and have to pay the penalty."



The hard spanking was concentrated on the lower part of the victim's bottom - the more sensitive half. But Faith was still spanking straight downwards, which meant the undercurves and sweet-spot hadn't felt it yet. But the sheer relentlessness and harshness of the spanking acheived the Slayer's goal - Fred suddenly burst into tears.

"Losers are weepers" said Faith unsympathetically. But after a few more hard slaps she needed to rest her arm. Her palm and fingers were stinging considerably, but she didn't care about that. Fred sobbed during the pause.

The sobs turned to screams when the penalty resumed. Faith had switched to spanking sideways onto the most sensitive surfaces, so far neglected. The very hard smacks on her sweet-spot hurt more than anything Fred could remember. Her tears were copious enough to drip off of her face. Her whole body thrashed wildly, and it was all her cruel spanker could do to hold her down by the small of her back.

"Please! Please! Stop for just a minute!" begged Fred, when Faith showed no signs of shifting her attention to a less tender spot.

"Can you give me a reason why I should do that?" asked Faith.

In exchange for a pause in her spanking, Winifred promised to do anything Faith wanted. The dominant brunette paused in her task, looked at the ceiling in contemplation and said "Ummm... OK! Get off my lap and kneel down".

In great relief, and still weeping, Fred clambered down to the carpet and knelt. She took the opportunity of rubbing her very sore bottom. Willow and Buffy watched curiously to see what 'doing anything' meant in Faith's case. They knew what sort of things it would be if it were Tara!

Tara herself had been too busy to watch every second of the spanking. She had more orgasms to force out of the reluctant Cordelia yet. She could certainly hear and sympathize with Fred. And now she half-turned, curious to see what this interlude might contain. But she didn't stop what she was doing to Cordelia, who now felt extra humiliated - she was forced to be a passive plaything while not even her "owner's" main object of attention. The casualness of Tara's molestation was infuriating, but there was nothing Cordelia could do about it.

"Kiss my feet, slave" ordered Faith. Slave, little girl, Fred didn't care WHAT she was called right now. She kissed the dark Slayer's feet as her sobs gave way to sniffling. Faith sighed contentedly and said "I'm SO glad you let me join this little club." She was loving this moment of dominance, and after all, she had paid for her entry with some painful penalties on her own backside.

She made the young physicist kiss all the way up her black pant-legs, but no further. Fred had calmed down, and Faith told her to get some tissues and wipe her face. But then she said "OK, you've earnt your break. Now it's back over my lap."

Fred moaned and pleaded, but only while obediently placing herself face-down in the required position. She was afraid of earning any kind of penalty for being too slow following orders.

It only took a few seconds for the victim's crying to resume. Once again she was being spanked very hard where it hurt most. Her flaying arms and legs would have made her fall off of her spanker's lap if she had not been held firmly down. After only thirty seconds she was begging for another pause, but to no avail this time.

It was only when her yelling and crying became less through sheer exhaustion that her torment ceased. "OK, get up" said the stern voice above and behind her. "Now you know what a real spanking is like". When Fred struggled to her feet, Faith showed her palm to the others and turned her victim around. "Which is redder, my hand or Fred's butt?"

Fred was still weeping, and finally the reformed Slayer felt some sympathy and protectiveness. "Come here" she said with a sigh, and opened her arms. Fred sat on her knee and welcomed the make-up cuddling she received. Then came the cold cream and the crisis was over. Fred managed a smile, looking at Tara forcing one last climax out of the embarrassed Cordelia.

Willow spoke up: "OK, all losers line up. As agreed, there's one more penalty and you all face it together."

The losing team was lined up nude inside Willow's front door. Tara went ahead of them and opened the door to the patio. Faith and Willow were behind them to make sure nobody was reluctant to step outside. "All right Ladies" said Willow. "Three laps around the house, please!"

Before the game they had all agreed that public exposure within Willow's grounds would be the final punishment for the losers. Now Buffy led the way out of the door naked, onto the patio, and to the left. Fred followed, then Cordelia, as they began the run counter-clockwise around Willow's house.

The three winners found it hard to decide which would be more fun - to follow them and watch their bare buttocks working strenuously for the whole circuit; or to stay on the porch and get the frontal view as they came around to the front of the house each time.

Faith opted to chase them around with a switch, to flick the bare butt of anyone who was too slow. The others waited at the front.



After a while, the first thing to come around the corner was Buffy's bare and bouncing bosom. She was in need of a sports bra, and without one she made an obscene spectacle as her breasts oscillated in time with the running.

Young Fred came next, eyes darting fearfully towards the street. She had the smallest bust, but her shaven pubic mound gave her the most exposed pussy if anyone should see the trio in their streak.

Lastly Cordelia, whose luck had finally run out that day, came running with an easy pace afforded by her long legs. Ample breasts and dark-brown pubes would be the pleasant surprise she would give anyone who caught sight of her.

Their three revealed bottoms disappeared around the other side of the house towards the back yard, and a little while later the whole spectacle was repeated. On the third time, the runners were ordered to a halt.

"Line up near the front door" shouted Faith. "Right where anyone can see you if they look up the path from the front gate. Now face the wall and lean on it with both hands."

This under-arrest stance made the trio push their buttocks outward. The winners relaxed and feasted their eyes on their opponents' embarrassment, feeling glad it wasn't them who had suffered the day's penalties.

No time limit had been set, so the losers simply had to expose themselves until the winners got bored. Hunger and the setting sun was what called a halt to the fun. The trio were allowed to dress for dinner. This time they ordered a delivered chinese meal, so they could talk about the club and the games while eating.

"Well" said Buffy, "we've gotten to know our new members today. We know that when we lose a game to them, we're likely to be shamelessly molested by Tara, and beaten cruelly by Faith."

"What goes around, comes around" said Cordelia, grinning at the two newcomers who had tormented the hell out of her that day.

"We've got time for endless rounds of payback ahead" said Willow. She raised her glass, saying "Here's to the Sunnydale Social Spanking Club!" The others raised their glasses in salute, and there were replies of "Cheers!", "To the Club!", and "Skol!"

The End

Buffy's Spanking Club - Team Sports 5-8

Willow had watched all this with amazed admiration at how pleasure and pain had been used together. Now it was her turn, as one of the three winners, to exact a penalty. And it would, at last, be her dear friend Buffy at her mercy.

Willow stood in front of her naked best friend. "Buffy!" she said with great jollity, "At last it's my turn. After that first spanking you gave me, and after whacking my poor nude body with that hairbrush - now look who's the naked victim!"

Faith came up beside them, keen to help punish the blonde Slayer who had beaten her every time, back when she went bad. "What do you want to whip her bottom with? And whatever it is, can I have a turn?"

Willow replied "Punishing her behind can wait until later. We all know what Buffy has that we admire and envy." She reached out with both hands and lifted Buffy's breasts a little, feeling their weight.

"Oh no!" cried Buffy, although she was half smiling. What was Willow going to do to them?

"Oh yes! You can't blame me for indulging a little jealousy along with my payback."

Willow tweaked both nipples. Buffy squealed, giggled, and turned her body to get her boobs out of her friend's hands. Faith saw how she could help. She turned Buffy back towards Willow then held her wrists behind her. "Stay still and accept your penalty" she ordered.

Willow slapped Buffy's left breast sideways, obtaining another squeal. Then she used her left hand to do the same with the other boob. The well-shaped breasts bounced each time. Then she smacked upwards onto the underside of each one, which caused a lot more bouncing. Another sharp tweak to the nipples, and the pattern of slaps was repeated. Buffy was very vocal: "Ow! Don't! Eeek! Ow! That hurts!"

Tara was powerfully turned on watching this happen. As the third member of the winning team, she wanted to participate. "Harder!" she urged.

Willow gave the bare nipples more than a tweak - she gave them a hard cruel pinch, followed by more vigorous breast-slaps. Buffy yelled, and struggled in Faith's grip. But her fellow Slayer had a firm grip on her arms, and held her tits properly available for torment. Willow asked "Who else wants me to torture her harder for having better boobs than ours?"

Fred didn't want to betray her team mate. She and Cordelia were both waiting naked for further penalties themselves. Cordelia had no such scruples. She risked the fact that her own tits were bare and available for punishment, by calling out "I do! Make her scream!"

Willow stepped to the left a little so that her right palm could smack Buffy's bosom front-on. This meant the pinioned blonde's nipples were getting the full impact of the slaps. "Aaargh, no!" she yelled, and bent her knees so that she sunk downwards, the one kind of movement out of the firing line that Faith's grip could not prevent.

"Now that's very naughty of you, refusing your punishment" said Willow. "You know, there are other places to smack!" She held her hand on her friend's pubic bush, her fingertips reaching to the labia. Buffy straightened up and pleaded "No! I'll stand still!"

It was hard to keep her promise. As well as hard slaps at every angle, Willow alternated with sustained two-hand nipple pinches, and then twisted them a little - a thorough 'nipple-cripple'. Buffy gave the scream Cordelia wanted, very loudly.

"OK, that's enough being cruel to your titties" said Willow. "But we'll be back to thrash your bottom very hard later. What's next?"

"My turn to put Fred over my knee" said Tara enthusiastically.

Nude little Winifred Burkle was pulled over Tara's lap. Tara had received her first real spanking from Fred during the club's initiation rituals. But she had no thoughts of revenge, only of gratitude. She wanted to show the studious girl lying across her thighs how sexy a spanking could be.

She adjusted Fred's angle across her lap so that there was more room to spread her legs. With little slaps to the inner thighs, she made her spankee move her left leg until her hip was hard up against Tara's stomach, then the right leg as far as it would go without Fred falling off her lap. Knowing what kind of spanking this would be, the other four women moved behind Fred and saw how completely exposed her vulva was for whatever Tara wanted to do.

What happened was quite simple. Tara gave Fred a classic erotic spanking, just the way Tara had always dreamed of it being done to herself. "They say it's more blessed to give than to receive", she thought. Before any smacks landed, she stroked the bottom and thighs laid out for her, running a finger down each inner thigh unhurriedly. Fred moaned and trembled.



Then the spanks began very lightly, and gradually getting stronger. It was quite a while before the stinging was enough to make Fred gasp and squirm a little. Tara switched back to the same kind of stroking as before, but followed with one upward brush of her fingertips along Fred's labia, as an indication of things to come.

The next round of spanking was stronger and caused a lot of mewing and gasping from Fred. But Tara followed it with unabashed caresses of her vulva.

Fred didn't try to fight the sensations as Cordelia had. This felt incredibly good! She was over a lesbian's lap having her bodily sensations completely manipulated; she didn't care what anyone thought, but just moaned and squeaked contentedly.

When her sounds reached a certain pitch, Tara would switch back to spanking, each time harder. After a few cycles, she was smacking her naked victim's bottom very hard indeed. Fred would have been yelling blue murder if the endorphins released by her sexual ecstasy were not acting as a natural anasthetic and tranquilizer. Instead the sounds she made while being spanked became more and more similar to those she made when being caressed.

When Fred's bottom was very red and her gasps took on a breathless quality, Tara kept her hand stroking the smaller of her two targets until there was a pronounced trembling in the naked body over her lap, and a long high-pitched keening was heard from its owner.

When she sat up, Fred's face was red and damp. Her wide eyes looking at Tara spoke of gratitude and appreciation, but she was panting too much to get any words out.

"You'll spoil her!" said Faith. Fred knew her final spanking from the strong vampire slayer, when it came, would not be anywhere near as cosy.

"Do you want to go straight on to Cordelia?" Willow asked Tara.

"No, she'll keep. Give Buffy another session."

As Willow and Faith for the second time approached Buffy's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Willow, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Faith, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"

"With pleasure" exclaimed the dark Slayer. It was thin, green and very whippy - Faith's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"

"You can do ALL the switching" said Willow. "I want to look into dear Buffy's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."

It was plain to Buffy that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.



The thin red line the switch made on Buffy's bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Buffy, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.

Willow said to Faith "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."

"OK" Buffy's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."

"I've got a better idea" said Willow. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Buffy, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."

"OK... OK..." Buffy gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."

"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."

Faith resumed stinging Buffy's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Willow watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Willow's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.

"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Willow smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.

Faith managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Buffy screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Willow pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Buffy's vulva.

"Oooww!" The naked blonde's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.

The white lotion was really needed - Buffy's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Willow applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"

Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous Cordelia. And now Tara approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Cordelia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."

Cordelia was not comforted in the least by Tara's statement. She knew what it meant - the buxom lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be difficult. Cordelia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club was going to be embarrassing.

Tara, for her part, wanted to further molest the arrogant brunette, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Cordelia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Cordelia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Tara's keen hand might do.



Not everything Tara did to Cordelia can be described here without turning the story into pure porn. Let's just say she didn't keep to the outside surfaces of the body submitted to her, and that she didn't use only her hands. Cordelia knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Tara wanted to achieve.

Cordelia, like all the girls in the club but Tara, was only a little bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought  she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. Except Angel, and he was off limits. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Tara to do the exact same things, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.

Conversely, Tara went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.

How could Cordelia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Tara switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her pussy to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Tara.

But Tara didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Tara had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Cordelia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.

After Cordelia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Tara said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."

Buffy's Spanking Club - Team Sports 1-4

The adventurous ladies of the club decided they wanted to play as two teams of three. There would just be one game of basketball, with a penalty session at the end. The losing team would have to strip naked, with the three winners having free reign over them.

'Free reign' meant within the bounds of the spanking implements they already had, each with its own limit on penalty strokes. There was to be no limit on the humiliation factor. This way there would be more mystery about what was going to happen to you, which was an excitement factor they were all keen on.

To be fair, there had to be a Slayer on each team. The others drew lots for whose team they would be on. Fred and Cordelia  ended up on Buffy's team, leaving Willow and Tara to join up with Faith.

It was a narrow win, but Faith scored the deciding basket at the last minute. Willow and Tara high-fived each other, while Faith exclaimed "Yes! We're five by five, girls! OK losers, take off your clothes!"

Willow said "Let's get them all down to their panties first. Then we'll unveil them all together". Buffy, Cordelia and Fred began shedding their clothes, resigned to an evening of embarassment and stinging bottoms. The losing team lined up in their knickers.



Faith called out "OK girls, all together - get 'em down". Three pairs of panties were slid down to ankles.

"Throw them all onto the couch" commanded Willow. Obediently, the losers threw their underwear across the room and waited nude for the winners to decide what was to be done to them.




"For a start" said Willow, "I want to smack Fred's cute little derriere over my knee. I haven't had a chance to do that yet."

"Me too" said Tara, and Faith said she would join in on this also. Fred moaned at this sentence of a triple spanking. It seemed she would spend the evening draped over several laps, getting a steadily reddened bottom. She squealed a "No!" when Faith said "Let's see which one of us can make her cry quickest".

"That won't be my goal" said Tara with a significant but unexplained twinkle in her eye. Clearly no two of Fred's three spankings would be alike.

"What about Cordelia? She's a lot tougher nut to crack" asked Willow. Faith replied "We can spank her with something harder, but what she'll really hate is being humiliated". Tara said they could leave that part to her, and Cordelia rolled her eyes in dismay at what this obvious lesbian might make her do.

Willow said "Leave my dear friend Buffy to me. She's given me two nasty spankings since we started this whole thing. Revenge will be sweet."

"Aww, we can help, can't we?" said Faith looking over her old rival's naked figure. Willow came up close to Buffy and cooed "I'm sure there are ways you can assist me to punish her." Buffy looked at the floor. She felt excited but nervous about her friend's payback time.

"Are we going for private or public penalties?" asked Tara. In the end the winners decided to inflict all the penalties indoors, but then send the whole naked losing team out on the patio to show their red bottoms to the world.

Fred watched as Willow sat on the dreaded spanking chair and crooked her finger at her. Then Willow patted her thigh and said "Let's start!"

Fred stepped forward for the first of three nude spankings she was going to get from the winning team. Once Fred was placed comfortably over her lap, Willow pressed her hand firmly on the brilliant young physicist's bottom and savoured the situation. "Now who's been a naughty girl?" she asked in a sing-song voice. She then gave Fred five quick firm smacks in the centre of her bottom.

Fred yipped and squirmed. Although she had finished college, her petite body meant she had to put up with a lot of "little girl" stuff from the other women. But she didn't have to like it. She didn't want to scream and blub like a little girl, especially not from a hand-spanking.

Willow began spanking rhythmically and in earnest. Continuing her motherly role-playing, she scolded her young spankee as she slapped her behind: "(smack) This will teach you (smack) not to play (smack) basketball games (smack) when you should be (smack) studying physics".

"Ooh, ow, aah" protested Fred, and lifted one heel or the other as each slap landed and stung her naked cheeks. It was the first time she had been spanked nude, and she felt the extra vulnerability. Her slim breasts were not substantial enough to swing in response to the impacts of the spanking, but they shuddered a little, nipples pointing towards the patch of carpet beside the spanking chair.

Willow kept up a relentless pace. With great enjoyment she moved her aim around the slim young buttocks. As Fred continued to yell and moan, Tara commented "She didn't even get good enough at the game to win it. Or she wouldn't be getting spanked right now."

"That's right" said Willow and increased the pace of her slaps. "You lost the game and now you get to suffer the penalty".

Fred's ows and ouches and similar indications of distress got louder. The burning of her bottom was continuous now, but that didn't stop each new smack hurting more. The kicking of her bare legs grew more frantic.

"Now tell Auntie Willow you'll stop wasting time" said her spanker. Fred didn't want to play that 'little girl' game, and just kept yelling and moaning. Willow paused and put her hand almost between the young girl's legs, at the lowest central part of her bottom. Fred knew all about the 'sweet-spot' and knew this part of her spanking would hurt most.

Willow spanked slowly but hard on that tender spot. Fred screeched on the first smack and began wriggling, as much as Willow's left hand holding her down would allow. On the second, she sobbed "Oh please!". On the third she gave a long drawn howl, and on the fourth she gave up. "I promise, I promise!"

"What do you promise?" prompted Willow, and smacked the same sore spot again.

"Oooooow! To study instead of playing sports!"

"That's better". Willow stroked the reddened young cheeks. Fred stopped squirming and relaxed limp over her pretended "Auntie's" knee. She sulked about being made to play the little girl after all - when Willow helped lift her up, her face was red and her bottom lip pouted.

"Now now, don't be petulant" warned Willow, "or I'll put you back over my knee."

Tara laughed. "Don't worry, Fred, I won't try to mother you when it's my turn to spank you. But you can cool your bottom for a while. It's Cordelia's turn to take some of her penalty."

"Yes" said Faith, "and I know just the instrument to use. Guaranteed to curb her haughty temperament".

Cordelia had been the luckiest of the club's members. She was the only one of the four founders to escape their first meeting unspanked. She had never had to remove any clothing or suffer a penalty. Until now.

She was standing stark naked between Faith, who had been waiting for a chance to avenge a certain tough paddling she'd had from Cordelia; and Tara, who was eyeing the arrogant brunette's long attractive legs and firm bosom with ill-concealed desire. Cordelia was more afraid of what embarrassing things Tara might get up to with her than the pain of corporal punishment from Faith. Unfortunately for her, both problems were to occur at once.

After a whispered conference, the two newest recruits decided on a tag-team approach. Tara sat on the spanker's chair and said "Across my lap, if you please, Cordelia". But at the same time, Faith picked up the strap and started making practice swings.

Cordelia thought "OK, Tara the young lesbian is going to serve as a spanking bench, while Faith is going to thrash my behind with the strap. I can take that."

But it wasn't so simple. The first thing Cordelia felt wasn't the sting of the strap, but Tara's fingertips brushing over her bare bottom. It made the skin come alive and reminded her of her nudity. It was only when Tara ordered her to part her legs more that Cordelia had a better idea of what was in store for her. Tara stimulated her inner thighs with that lightest of fingertip touches known as 'pattes d'araignee' - spider's feet. Cordelia couldn't help shivering.

Then Tara took her hand well away from Cordelia's body, which was a signal to Faith. The strap came down with a loud splat, high on the redhead's exposed buttocks. Taken by surprise, she shrieked, and was immediately ashamed at having cried out at the first stroke. She wanted to tough out whatever they would do to her.



Faith brought the strap down again and again. Cordelia was more prepared for these subsequent strokes of the strap, and gritted her teeth. The pain only made her hiss and narrow her eyes. Then Faith stopped the strapping and nodded to Tara.

Cordelia felt gentle hands again, caressing her stinging skin and making all the nerve endings hyper-sensitive. Again she felt fingertips on her inner thighs, and getting closer to her vulva. But the exploring right hand moved to the crease of her buttocks, and slid towards her most private place from the other direction. Cordelia grew more and more tense wondering just how intimate these sapphic caresses were going to get.

But then she had to switch her mind back to absorbing the lashing of the strap. Faith had taken over again, this time attacking a lower part of Cordelia's bottom. The sound Cordelia made between clenched teeth was strained and high-pitched. Her feet began to rise towards her bottom protectively, but Tara pushed her legs down again.

When the relay switched again, Tara poked the victim's anus with a fingernail. Cordelia's whole body jumped in surprise and trepidation. There was nothing in the rules to prevent Tara exploring inside this narrow opening, and Cordelia dreaded the humiliation of it. But it was a bluff. When Tara's hand did what it had been threatening to do all along, namely stroke the brunette's labia just once, Cordelia sighed in relief mixed with involuntary pleasure. But that was the infuriating thing, she suddenly realised. She had been tricked into welcoming an outrageous genital molestation. Her face was bright red with embarrassment as Tara giggled.

Yet again Cordelia had to tear her mind away from Tara's humiliating part in her torment, and avoid being equally degraded by letting Faith make her scream or cry. The strap was now torturing the sensitive crease demarking her bottom and thighs. She clenched her fists and beat the carpet, kicking her legs wildly.

Tara stretched her arms in opposite directions. Her left reached below the level of her chair to begin tickling Cordelia's left breast. Her right began stroking the victim's long legs, from mid-thigh to as far as she could reach. This allowed Faith to continue strapping the helpless bottom in the centre. Cordelia's brain could only multi-task up to a certain point. She was determined most of all to avoid a sexual response under this young girl's hands, and the laughter it would cause from the others. So she made blocking out and resisting Tara's ministrations her top priority.

But that left her insufficient concentration to deal with her strapping. A searing stroke across the tops of her thighs made her scream at the top of her voice, and tears started to well up in her eyes. The next stroke forced gasping sobs out of her. Faith exclaimed "Haha! Got you!". She stopped lashing. But Cordelia continued sobbing, with the humiliation of defeat.

Tara stroked the embarrassed brunette's bottom gently and called for the skin cream. It wasn't much comfort to Cordelia. But she recovered her composure and sighed in resignation as she stood up. They had overcome the tough stoicism she wanted to project, and made her first penalty really a penalty for her. They had proven that she had as much to fear in losing a game as anyone. But after all, it was two against one! Unfair!

Faith put down the strap, declaring herself quite satisfied. "I'm not" said Tara to naked Cordelia. "I have further plans to molest you later on."