Alexia gets spanked by crowd

Roxy’s breath was hot against Alexia’s ear as she gave the command, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Stand and bend over against the wall—legs spread apart. Let everyone see what a good little servant you are."

Alexia’s stomach twisted, but she knew better than to hesitate. The moment Roxy released her hair, she stumbled forward on shaky legs, the stockings whispering against the convention center floor as she moved. The cold wall met her palms, the surface unyielding as she pressed against it. Her breath hitched as she **** herself to obey, bending at the waist, her spine arching in submission.

Roxy stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor as she surveyed her handiwork. The crowd of onlookers had grown, their whispers slithering through the air like snakes. Alexia felt their eyes on her, hot and hungry.

"Look at her," Roxy purred, her voice carrying through the silent room. "Aren't you proud of your little servant, Alexia?"

Alexia's face burned with humiliation, but she **** herself to remain still, her legs spread wide apart.

Roxy's eyes glinted with cruel amusement as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing along the curve of Alexia's back.

"If you want," Roxy purred, her voice carrying through the silent room, "you can spank her ass." She glanced around at the crowd of onlookers, her smile widening as she took in their hungry expressions. "Who wants to start?"

Alexia's heart hammered against her ribcage as she felt the weight of their gazes pressing down on her. She couldn't believe this was happening—that she was being **** to stand here, exposed and humiliated, while her former friend and rival took pleasure in her downfall.

But as the seconds ticked by and no one moved, Alexia felt a small sliver of hope begin to flicker within her. Maybe they wouldn't do it. Maybe they would just let her go.

"Come on, guys," Roxy called out, her voice laced with false sweetness. "Don't be shy. She's right here."

The crowd of onlookers shifted uneasily, their eyes darting between Roxy and Alexia. Slowly, hesitantly, a few hands rose into the air. Alexia's heart sank as she felt the first, light slap against her exposed ass. It stung, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd feared.

"Harder!" Roxy hissed, her voice echoing off the walls.

The hands around her grew bolder, the slaps harder. Alexia bit her lip to keep from crying out, her ass growing hot and sore under the relentless barrage.

She could feel the sting of tears burning at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to give Roxy the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

As the slaps grew harder and more frequent, Alexia's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with each impact. The crowd of onlookers cheered and jeered, their faces a blur of excitement and cruelty.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she saw Lena has recorded it all on her phone. The realization sent a shiver down her spine. She knew Lena would post it online, sharing her humiliation with the world.

"Please," Alexia begged, her voice raw and hoarse. "Stop." But the hands around her showed no mercy, the slaps growing harder and more frequent. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and the sound of their jeers.

Suddenly, the slapping stopped. Alexia opened her eyes, hoping against hope that it was over.

She felt the hands around her release, and the crowd of onlookers began to disperse. Roxy stepped forward, her face flushed with excitement.

"That was amazing!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "You were such a good sport, Alexia. I think we should celebrate."

Alexia couldn't believe what she was hearing. After everything that had just happened, Roxy wanted to celebrate?