A mild (presumably) spanking

Only one of your "companions" accepts her match in this round; next to the single green tick towards the other end of the row, there are nine red crosses. The post-round procedure repeats itself with the couple being congratulated and appropriately equipped for their forthcoming date while you and other remaining girls try to look happy for them and not wonder too much what is coming next.

"Now... The remaining ladies are to go over their spurned partners' lap for a spanking!"

Your heart skips a beat. Spanking has always been a major fantasy for you and making it the social norm was one of the first things you thought about when you discovered the Rulebook. You still intend to introduce it, as a matter of fact, just after this particular event is over and you have settled down a bit. You have to make yourself focus on the rest of the announcement, however, as it concerns your very near future.

"The spankers can lift their ladies' skirts and dresses and wedgie but not remove their underwear; they can use their open palms for up to three minutes. Fair warning, ladies, those of you who continue to be stubborn, will get another spanking down the line... But your bottoms will be bare and there will be more than just hand coming for them. Let us get moving!"

The large space largely swallows the sounds for the eighteen occupied chairs being moved. Your side gets up, hesitantly and with shyness; the people across pull themselves back to create the space. You catch George's eye and you must admit his look rather scares you; sure, he (probably? hopefully?) will not be able to do too much damage with his hand only, but it looks like he will sure try. You have little choice, however, but to awkwardly go over his lap, just as all other Asian girls are doing the same with their respective partners. You lose balance for a moment as he shuffles you forward; once you have planted your palms on the floor, you discover your feet no longer reach it, instead dangling humiliatingly. A moment later you feel the cool air on your bottom; your skirt has just been lifted. The forfeits are nothing if not ordered. First, your breasts; now, your cheeks, but not what's between them. You can see where this is going.

For now, though, you have more immediate concerns, as George not too gently grabs the waistline of your panties and pulls them up into a painful wedgie that makes you squeal. You are still not showing more skin than you would on a beach in a bikini, but you feel yourself flushing with delightful humiliation nonetheless. You are not on a beach, you are over a stranger's knee and he is about to spank you for refusing to go on date with him, out of all reasons.

The announcement is very loud in the sudden quietness as the audience noise subdues.

"Please begin!"