by Frank Martinet
There were wolf whistles, yelling and giggling, and a pair of thong panties hit me in the face as I entered. They were moist.
I studied the group. I counted seven. All young, in their early twenties, college girls. Hot, for the most part. A nice assortment of bodies: tall, short, full-figured, slender. They were all dressed in lingerie and definitely drunk.
I set down my case and started to take off my coat, generating fresh whistles and shouts of stuff like, "Take it all off!"
I ignored this advice. It came with the territory.
"So how do you ladies want to do this?" I asked. "Take turns or play a game or what?"
"Yeah!" shouted someone. Another girl whistled and clapped. Two voices simultaneously yelled out, "Take turns!" and "Let's play a game!"
I reasoned it was pointless to ask for direction as the girls were too smashed to be able to make a decision. I'd just have to take things in hand.
"Which one of you is the bride?"
The girls screamed and pointed at a cute blonde. She was blushing demurely. I had her stand up. She had an amazing body and the sweetest smile. The black teddy clung to her figure, especially at the back. Her rump was fully covered, but the black panties were nicely full. Fishnet stockings to mid-thigh completed the darling outfit.
"I'm Cami," she said, flashing me that darling smile.
"Well Cami," I said, my voice dropping deep and stern, "have you been a naughty girl?"
The pink highlights on her cheeks darkened as the surrounding girls squealed like twelve-year-olds. I winced, wishing I'd had the foresight to bring earplugs.
"Spank her! Spank her!" came the cries, with Cami flushed and looking nervous.
"Oh, don't think you're exempt because you're the bride. I've got something special in mind for you."
More screams and squeals. This was going to be a long evening. I pulled out the big oak pledge paddle, which made a few drunken eyes light up and mouths stagger open and silenced at least some of the squealing. A gorgeous blonde in a tight red camisole started giggling nervously, so I selected her to start.
"You there, in the red. Come up here."
"Go on Daphne, take your spanking!" shouted the others. Somewhat reluctantly, with a playful glare at her friends, the blonde came forward. I saw now that she was a bit sluttish, vamping on all the attention. Her large breasts were practically exposed by the strapless outfit, bouncing as she came to the center of the room where I waited with the paddle. She bit her lower lip and looked at it with fear, her friends ooh-ing and ah-ing ominously to rattle her.
"How... how many?" she asked.
Grinning, I picked up an extra-large red die from my case and handed it to her. "Roll to find out."
She took the two-inch cube and with everyone whistling and encouraging her, she rolled it across the floor. It bounced and in the sudden silence almost seemed to go into slow motion, white pips blurring as it rolled and then slowly freezing into focus. The die stopped on a one.
There were gasps and groans and Daphne laughed loudly. She stared at me triumphantly. I just shrugged and hefted the wooden board. Maybe I only got one swat, but I'd make it count. I pointed to the low coffee table. "Place your hands there, butt to the audience."
Daphne tossed her blonde mane behind her head nonchalantly and marched forward obediently, planting her palms in an exaggerated fashion and sticking out her sweet little rump behind. She didn't have the biggest butt, but it was nicely rounded and looked awfully cute in the sweet red panties with the black lace trim. I noticed she had neat little red bows at the back of her thighs, tied to the top of her stockings. She was so dolled up she reminded me of a Playboy bunny, though of course she wasn't wearing the ears.
I didn't give her time to anticipate the sting or milk the crowd. I just hauled the board back and whacked that ass the moment she was in position. The explosion was two-fold. First there was the bang of hardwood against solid flesh. That was promptly followed by a yowl of pain from the girl who leaped up clutching her writhing hams furiously, her expression one of utter betrayal.
The laughter her reaction generated quickly caused her to compose herself, her face stiffening with proud resolve. Wincing, she tried to pretend it hadn't been that bad, but I could see from the paleness of her face that it had really surprised her how much it had hurt. She was looking at me with fresh respect.
"Next!" I called out. There were ominous groans and excited giggles at this.
The girls were gathered in a rough line. Daphne had been at the far left and returned to her spot. Next to her was a rather plump girl. She had a pretty face with a shy smile and long glossy black hair. I grinned at her and waved the paddle and she stepped forward to the cheers of the others.
"What's your name?"
"Pauline."
"Well, Pauline, let's have a look at you."
She blushed as she modeled her skimpy camisole for us, but I could tell from the shine of her eyes that she was pleased at the attention. Her top was black, like her hair, with pink trim. The black panties looked to be about three sizes too small for her large bottom, which was about half exposed. Garter straps along her side connected her black sheer stockings to her top. I decided she wasn't fat, just full-figured, and her ass was spectacular. I was really looking forward to warming it with my paddle. I handed her the die.
There were gasps of horror and Pauline's pretty face fell with despair when the die stopped at five. In the stunned silence someone muttered, "Fuck," and that pretty much summed it up. I saw that Daphne, still rubbing her bottom, looked especially grim. She'd been hurt by one blow. What would five feel like?
I gently patted Pauline's wonderful bottom and guided her into position at the coffee table. "Be brave," I whispered. "You'll get through it."
She gave me a grateful nod and steeled herself. She really had a beautiful face, I decided. Especially now, filled with a complex mix of apprehension and anticipation.
Pauline bent forward, presenting the crowd with her big bottom. The cheeks loomed larger as she bent, the panties straining. Though she wasn't wearing a thong, the underwear was so minimalist that more than half the cheeks were bared. We'd be able to see these buns redden, I thought with pleasure. I hefted the board and swung.
WHOP!
I did not hit her as hard as I'd hit Daphne. Daphne was a snot and I only had one shot with her. Pauline was obviously a nice girl. But that didn't mean the spank wasn't a good one. Even a gentle swing with a board stings, and I wasn't exactly gentle. I struck her solidly and her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped and she grimaced. Her ass gyrated wildly, the cheeks mooning everyone, but I give her credit: she did not get out of position.
That happened on the second swat, however. I swung this one a little harder, full into the chubby meat, and she leaped up, clutching her rump and yelping loudly.
"Oh! It burns," she moaned. The others laughed and teased her, but she clearly didn't care - the intense pain in her posterior was far more significant. She rubbed furiously and only reluctantly put her hands back on the coffee table.
WHACK!
This was the hardest one yet, almost as hard as the one I'd given Daphne. Pauline gasped and writhed, and her face showed all sorts of wonderful emotions. I let her wiggle for a bit, then pushed down the middle of her back to really thrust up the rump. The cheeks were bright pink already, the blush darkening rapidly.
"Hot buns!" someone called out and there was laughter.
Cami, the bride, looked concerned and said, "Hang in there, Pauline. Just two more."
Pauline nodded curtly, bracing herself as I patted her butt with the board and drew back for the fourth. It slammed home and she hissed angrily, rising up and reaching back to rub her fiery ass and hop from foot to foot.
"Last one," I said, and as soon as she was back down, I popped her butt the final wallop. I made this one a touch harder, since it was the last, and she gave a high-pitched screech and hopped all over, clutching her cheeks.
"Ooh, ooh!" she howled.
"Very nicely done," I said. "You're a trooper, Pauline."
She glanced back at me with a mix of gratitude and resentment, and blushed. Recovered somewhat, she went back to her place in line, receiving pats on the back and a hug from Daphne.
The next girl in line was looking extremely uncomfortable. She was tall and broad, blonde and busty, and her butt was nearly as big as Pauline's. She wore a lacy black top and dark panties covered with a gauzy black mini. She wasn't unattractive, but her face wasn't memorable. She was the kind of girl where you only remembered that she was blonde and had big breasts. Apparently her name was Autumn, an incongruous name if I'd ever heard one.
Autumn rolled the die to much excitement and it stopped on four. She did not look happy, but when Cami said, "It could have been worse," she sighed and nodded. She looked at me and said, "Let's get it over with."
She placed her palms flat on the table, spreading her legs wide to give herself room since she was tall. She was a big girl with thighs the size of tree trunks. In comparing her to Pauline, I realized that what I liked better about Pauline's ass was the way it bubbled out at the top of her thighs. Autumn's thighs and ass were practically one thing, and while the butt wasn't bad, I guess I'm prone to the curvier.
Paddling Autumn was fun, however. Such a sturdy girl merited some sound swats so that's what I gave her, four solid wallops that would have staggered a more petite frame. Autumn was tough, too, grunting and hissing and wiggling her butt a bit, but basically taking the whole thing with impressive stoicism.
"Whew," she said after the fourth. "I'm glad that's done." She stiffly marched back to her spot.
All eyes were now on the bride-to-be. The gentle beauty stood looking nervous but with a slight cheekiness to the smile she flashed me. She boldly came forward and took up the die.
"Hold on," I told her. "You're special. With you, we're doing something different." The girls stirred with excitement and curiosity.
"You'll roll the die, but your roll will decide if you're to be spanked or not. Odd, you get spanked. Even, someone else will take your place."
"Oh no!" someone moaned.
"Who?"
"Yeah, who get spanked?"
"We don't know," I said. "Cami will have to roll to see who takes her place. It could be any of you."
"Even me?" asked Autumn in an annoyed tone. "I just got it!"
"Even you. But only if she rolls an even number, and then she rolls a three, since you're third in line."
The girls exchanged nervous looks and everyone held their breath as Cami rolled the giant die. It tumbled across the carpet. When it stopped, there were six white pips on the top.
"Even!" someone shouted.
"Oh shit!"
"It looks like fate has spared you," I told Cami. "Now roll again, and this time you'll be picking who gets spanked instead of you."
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