Willow's panties were plain white ones from the supermarket - not at all flattering. She blushed slightly.
"You didn't expect you'd have to show them, did you?" laughed Buffy. "Never mind, get them down, now!" Her voice was demanding - she was clearly enjoying having her friend in such a submissive position.
It occurred to Willow that she could save some humiliating exposure if she pulled down her panties at the same time as bending across Buffy's waiting thighs. She threw herself over her friend's lap, while tugging down her underwear to her knees at the last possible moment. Later on, as the kinky club they would soon form got into it's stride, Buffy would never have allowed this dodge. But for now the modest gesture went unnoticed, as she was presented with a bare and feminine bottom placed across her thighs.
Willow knew it would hurt but was taken by surprise nevertheless. Fred's hand was small but hard. Willow gritted her teeth during as many smacks as possible, but then began a series of gasps. "Harder!" called Cordelia from the sidelines. "She lost, make her pay!"
Fred ignored this and continued her pace of about two smacks per second. Willow's protests became louder and as regular as a metronome: "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow....". She began to writhe around slowly, but Fred gave her one very hard smack on the upper thigh and said "You're squirming like a snake-demon, stop it!" The spankee couldn't hold back a little screech, and stopped wriggling.
When Fred had made the whole of the bare cheeks before her an even red, she decided on a change of pace. She slowed to one slap per second, but harder. Willow gasped "Oh my Goddess!" as her young tormentor's hand began giving a fiery sting to each cheek in turn. But when hard smacks began landing in the centre and down to her sweet spot, she gave up all dignity and began begging. "Please, not so hard!".
"Don't be a such a big softie!" admonished Fred, but Willow was hurting too much to register the humiliation of this rebuke. This little girl was spanking her bare and HARD! Of course, quitting the game was out of the question - it would be the ultimate shame. Willow had gambled and lost, and was now yelling through her agreed penalty.
"Over my lap please, Willow". Fred's politeness was maddening. Willow stretched herself over the slender thighs so that her waist was over Fred's right leg and her bottom stuck out beyond. Half her weight was still on her own legs. "No, further over, please!" And Willow ended up hands and feet on the floor, legs straight and, of course, bare bottom up.
Watching keenly, Buffy noted that Willow's bottom had just the right amount of feminine curve (as she remembered from last month's spanking). Buffy herself, she reflected with a grin, had a little more of such natural cushioning, though Fred probably had little. But more to the point, Willow's posterior was smooth and inviting to anyone lucky enough to have her in spanking position.
And Fred took full advantage of her luck. She smilingly raised her hand, then began solid but not vicious slaps on the redhead's bare skin.
"This is what losers get", said Buffy in delighted good humour, and planted a firm smack right in the centre of Willow's bared behind. Willow flinched and gasped, but it wasn't a hard smack. Buffy delivered several more slaps, also calculated just to sting a little.
"Aww, does that hurt?" said Buffy in a heavily ironic tone of mock concern.
"It's like a (oww) melodrama where the (gasp) blonde villainess torments the (eek) red-haired heroine."
"Are you calling me the villain?" demanded Buffy, grinning at Willow's red hair which was just visible down near the floor beyond Buffy's left thigh. "How many times have I saved your life?" Smack! Smack!
"OK! Yeow! I was just using poetic licence."
"Well to finish, I'm going to give you some hard spanks for your ingratitude."
"Very cute" cooed Cordelia. "Now get over my lap, little girl!"
"Yes MA'AM!" said Fred in a military tone, and hauled herself obediently over Cordelia's thighs. The victor wasted no time, but began spanking the material of the thin panties, not too hard at first. The sound of spanking was certain to turn the head of anyone going past, on either side of the street. Fred cringed and wriggled with the impacts on her taut young cheeks, but tried not to yell out loud and thus draw more public attention to her plight.
"Repeat after me" commanded Cordelia - "You're the champion, Cordelia, I'm a loser". Fred felt a little streak of stubbornness, and said "Never"! Cordelia began to spank twice as hard, and aimed plenty of slaps at the lowest part of her victim's bottom, where the panties covered little. Fred became more vocal in response to this stronger attack. "Aaah! Owoo! Too hard! Yeow!".
"Who's the champion?"
"Owww! You are! Ouch! Please! I'm the loser!"
Inevitably, Fred's cries drew some attention. A little girl about ten years old appeared at the gateway and stared goggle-eyed at the scene. She beckoned, and the head of a boy about the same age peered around the gatepost. Cordelia paused and commanded "Eyes right, Fred!" Fred turned her head and saw her young audience. The boy put his hand over his mouth and chuckled.
Fred's face turned beet red! Cordelia shouted to the children "This girl was caught peeking into other people's yards. Do you two want a spanking as well?". They couldn't run away fast enough!
Willow soon found out that although she was the academically smart one, Buffy was a much better strategist. The Slayer still had so many pieces (including kings) when Willow lost, it was clear that she had forfeited the right to keep her slacks or panties on for her penalty.
Buffy slid her chair back and crooked her finger at Willow. Willow moved obediently around to her side. But then it occurred to her for the first time that this was actually going to hurt. It had been a thrilling possibility throughout the game, but now it was a certainty. She trusted her friend not to use full slayer-strength on her, but she knew it was going to sting. "Well, I let myself in for it", thought Willow. "I'd hate myself if I backed out now." She lowered her slacks to her ankles. Her panties were plain white ones from the supermarket - not at all flattering. She blushed slightly.
Suki was an 18-year-old Japanese girl who had been living in Europe since she was small. Being caught driving with an open alcopop can was a serious mistake for her, under the new EU 'austerity' sentencing laws. Spankings and other corporal punishments had been introduced because they were cheaper than keeping people in jail for minor offences. The judge ordered her to undergo four spankings, "to be delivered to the naked buttocks".
Under the current climate of massive budget cuts, the government didn't employ special people to inflict these new punishments. Instead, they were to be carried out by the same sort of people who could witness documents: doctors, lawyers, teachers, postmasters or postmistresses, and other senior public servants.
Suki had to choose four different people from the list of professions, who would smack her bare butt and then sign a certificate to say they had done so. Highly nervous, she wondered whether to choose men or women. Surely it was more humiliating to have a man take her panties down, but she thought they were more likely to feel sorry for her, and wouldn't spank so hard.
For her first punishment, she simply chose the person who was the least frightening. The local post office was run by a younger man with a kind face. Very timidly, she brought him the form and said "Ummm... would you please do this for me?".
The young man politely asked her to step into the back room. He intended to do this duty properly and give her a sound spanking, but he felt it was kindest to get it done quickly, with no lectures and no ceremony. He ordered Suki over his knee straight away, and pulled down her jeans and panties.
Suki yelled and squirmed as she endured the stinging smacks, delivered not viciously but quite firmly to her bare bottom. Afterwards, the young postmaster lifted her up, looked in her tear-filled eyes, and softly urged her not to break the law again. Then he signed the all-important paper that Suki would have to present to the court within two weeks. But first she had to get three more spankings.
Cordelia looked at Buffy as she reached for the dice, and thought how great it would be to spank this uppity super-heroine, whose exploits had embarrassed her time after time. The devious brunette had plans to use the rules to give herself maximum pleasure if she won. Excitedly, she rolled the cubes. Two fours! Not bad!
Buffy was desperate to do better than Cordelia's eight. She had always resented Cordy's superior alpha-girl demeanour, and (until recently) her snobbishness about her wealth. It would be so much fun to make her obey humiliating orders, and to smack her bare bottom hard.
But disaster struck - Buffy rolled a total of five!
Cordelia rubbed her hands in glee. "Oh goody goody!" She ran to the spanker's chair and plopped herself down on it. "Now let's see, how shall I have you?" She pretended to think hard, though she knew exactly what she was going to do.
"The penalty was stated as a hand-spanking, bare bottom, over the knee, right?" she continued. "But any other details are up to me. Such as... what 'Buffy the Loser' will be wearing on her top half!"
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!