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