"Rough day?"

It’s well after midnight. Ki shoves her way through the crowd at the Peach Pit, the rough lesbian biker bar on the wrong side of the tracks in downtown Waxford. It’s full of strong women in jeans and leather jackets, drinking beer and arguing over games of pool. The bartender, Roxy, pours her a shot of whiskey and says “Rough day?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did you see the news? Whole lot of fancy bitches at some big party up at the college got their panties pulled down and asses spanked. There’s photos all over the internet. People are saying it was either a poltergeist or the radical left.”

“Just give me a drink, okay?”

“Don’t you think that’s hilarious? What’s the matter with you tonight? Dean Cindy got her tits tickled on live TV, it was great. Normally you love that kind of story. Wait, you go to that college. You weren’t there, were you? Oh my god, you were totally there! I guessed it right away! Hahaha! Hey, everyone, Ki was at the party and she got her panties pulled down and her ass spanked and now she’s mad!”

The bar rings with cheers. Ki scowls, knocks back her glass of whiskey in one gulp and reaches behind the bar for the bottle. This is a mistake.

As she leans over the bar, Roxy, a buxom blonde, grabs her in a headlock and holds her in place. “Get her!” she shouts, as Ki struggles in her grip. There’s nothing the mohawked punk lesbian can do to prevent someone grabbing hold of her jeans and yanking them around her ankles, depantsing her in front of the whole establishment.

“Ahh! You bitches!”

“Hahaha! Ki’s got no pants!”

“Look! Her ass is red! She did get spanked!”

“Pull down her panties! No mercy!”

“Noo!” Ki’s shrieks of anger go unheeded. Strong hands grab the waistband of her black panties, with their green lightning-bolt pattern, and yank them up between the cheeks of her jiggly pale ass, baring her buttocks to the crowd. Laughter fills the room as those same strong hands, or possibly different ones, smack her red ass hard.

“Yeah, you totally got spanked, girl,” says Roxy, effortlessly restraining the thrashing punk. “Means you’re weak. At least for tonight. You know what we do to weak girls in the Peach Pit.”

More biker-girl hands land in the small of Ki’s back, pinning her down to the bar. Her panties are yanked down around her ankles. A queue’s forming behind her.