Glancing around the room, Tara would have preferred that her first spanking came from one of the others. Tall, proud-looking Cordelia, perhaps? Or red-haired Willow - definitely Willow! Fred was a bit too shy to fulfill Tara's taste for women who would dominate her. But she was attractive nonetheless, and Tara was afraid her sexual arousal at her first real spanking would be too obvious.
Faith had quite the opposite feelings. She was titillated by the fact that she would inevitably take some spankings in the club. But her preference was to have someone else over HER knee, and to make them squeal and wriggle. She was used to power, and particularly wanted to avoid losing this first round. Draping herself bare-bottomed over the lap of someone so nerdy was just a little too humiliating for comfort.
"Moment of truth, Ladies, draw your card" instructed Willow. Faith picked up a third of the deck, looked at the bottom card and concealed it. Her face betrayed nothing. Tara picked up another third and held it to her chest.
Then they met each other's eyes in an unspoken signal, and both showed their card to everyone in the room. Faith's triumphantly displayed queen defeated Tara's six. Tara smiled shyly and waited for instructions.
Fred took Tara's hand and led her toward the spanking chair. After taking her seat, she pointed at Tara's pastel skirt and said "Let's have that off again." Obedient to the letter, Tara removed the skirt completely, then stood hands by her sides and eyes down. "Now over my knees".
Tara lay, in her pale blue panties and top, across Fred's slender legs. For the first time, her fantasy was a reality. For the first time, she didn't have to take her own underwear down. Fred's fingers were gripping the waistband, and now she was peeling them slowly down Tara's thighs. Tara lifted her hips slightly in cooperation and consent. Fred decided to remove Tara's panties completely. She untangled them from her victim's feet and threw them to the floor.
It was when Fred placed her hand firmly on Tara's bare behind, that the up-ended girl's sexual excitement began in earnest. "Here it comes" she thought, "I'm nude from the waist down and the hand I can feel is about to spank my bottom". The lubrication that she was powerless to prevent was accompanied by hardened nipples under her top. And then... smack!
Fred's first slap was tentative. She was concerned about the possibility that Tara only loved the IDEA of a spanking, and would leap up in surprise as soon as the process actually hurt. But Tara only gave a quiet 'Mmmm' and stayed submissively still.
Willow and Buffy had advised Fred to warm up her spankee gently at first. She began spanking rapidly but only just hard enough to sting. Tara's moans were still with closed lips but varied in pitch and volume. "Mmm. MMMM! Mmmmmm."
Fred paused and looked at the bare bottom and voluptuous thighs arranged over her own thinner legs. The cheeks were suffused with red, and she looked at the other women for confirmation. Willow nodded, and Tara began to receive a firm relentless spanking. Her mouth opened and she began a continuous gasping, punctuated by "Oh"s and "Aah"s.
Involuntarily, she began squirming her hips, but this meant her pubis was rubbing on Fred's thigh. And Tara was already worried that her excitement might be visible, especially this soon. She made herself stay still, and clenched every muscle she had in her pelvic region. But the experience wasn't all pleasure. Her first spanking was hurting her, there was no doubt about that - and Tara wondered if she would be able to take the stronger initiation rituals that lay ahead.
Willow crouched down in front of Tara and lifted her chin, to see how she was taking her spanking emotionally. Tara's eyes were closed and her mouth open, a look that could have expressed ecstasy or pain. Willow saw that it was both. She was reassured and (to her own surprise) highly attracted. Fred went on smacking until Tara's sounds became a high-pitched mewing, then stroked her bottom a few times and told her she could get up.
As Tara rose, still breathing heavily, she suddenly realised this was her most nervous moment. How obvious would her excitement be? To her relief, there was no damp patch on Fred's thigh, but she was still worried that a dark spot would form right away on her own panties when she put them back on. Not daring to look, she moved quickly to replace her skirt as well. Now she was safe from embarrassment - until next time she had to take them down.
