Inspect the recently spanked

There have been a few spankings today—and not just the losers of each race. You've not had the opportunity of making the acquaintance of the delicious Naia so far and asking the relevant guests about the state of their bottoms (not to mention other parts of their anatomies) might be a reasonable excuse to do so. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice that Konstantina's husband hasn't repeated the offer to let everyone who lost money on her apply appropriate chastisement, as he did after her heat, but of course there's no reason he should.

The first woman you see whom you know to have been spanked is the one from the final, who had the double paddling. She's smiling and chatting with her companions, so the punishment obviously wasn't too onerous and when you greet her and check how her bum is, she rubs it ostentatiously, replying that it hurts a lot, but it was worth it to get through to the final, which was more than she expected. You thank her again for being such a good sport and refrain from asking to inspect the damage before you move on.

Next up is the blonde from the first race and when you make a similar enquiry of her, she pulls up her skirt without hesitation to let you see her shapeless buttocks, thoroughly blackened with bruising. She pouts indignantly about the unnecessary harshness and the size of the tip she had to give, although you're not sure which offends her sensibilities more. Her friends make sympathetic noises, but when you thank her as you did the last girl, she immediately breaks into a smile, smoothing down her skirt as she claims it was a pleasure to help the team.

Now you're getting closer to the object of your curiosity, but the mother and daughter are still surrounded by a knot of supporters and you'd rather not interrupt, so you circle round, hoping to be spotted. Naia's still nude and you're close enough to see that almost her whole body is fiery red from the whipping (or from crying in the case of her eyes). Her mum's trying to put a brave face on, but it's clear she's extremely disappointed with herself. Seeing a sudden gap when one of the families waves goodbye and moves on, you take the opportunity to approach.

"I'm checking on everyone who was spanked here today," you begin. "Also, I'd like to say how nice it was to have a former champion taking part, not to mention two such attractive ladies."

The husband and father beams with pride, whilst his wife forces herself to smile and say she's happy to have helped raise money for charity. Naia nods agreement, slightly more convincingly.

"I'm afraid it's going to be my last year," Konstantina continues. "Not because of the spanking; I've had worse. I thought I could pull off another win, but obviously I was wrong. It'll be up to Naia to restore the family honour next year."

The delectable brunette gulps nervously, looking a little panicked by the pressure her mother's putting on her. You're not sure what the consequences will be for failure, but Naia definitely won't want to find out.

"How are you faring after your whipping? You look quite sore."

"Yes, sir, I am," she answers, voice quavering in pain, before being interrupted by her mum.

"I should hope so, after costing our friends so much money."

"You'll be a lot sorer after we get you home," her father adds sternly and fresh tears bead in the corners of the youngster's eyes. You wish you could be there to see that. It's clear this family takes the light-hearted competition seriously.

"I'm sorry, mum. Sorry, dad. I'll do better next year, I promise."

"You won't do better, young lady. You'll win or you'll hope you never cum again."

"Yes, mum, sorry. I'll win." She tries to smile with a confidence she doesn't feel. The others listening to the exchange smile more broadly; win or lose they'll enjoy the show just as much.

"I believe the victrix this year had some coaching," you muse, whilst your eyes glide over the weals on Naia's dark skin.

"My husband coached me to my victories and now he doesn't have to split his focus between us, I'm sure he'll whip Naia into shape in no time." Something else you'd like to see.

"Yes, darling, although I suspect I shall have to be a great deal harsher with her than I was with you."

Their friends all nod sagely at this and you see a shudder run through the daughter's body at the prospect. Not wanting to torment yourself further with thoughts of spankings you're not going to witness, you repeat your thanks and move on.

The elderly Asian woman from the third heat, despite getting quite a solid thwacking, shows no ill effects and seems to have enjoyed the experience just as much as if she'd avoided being paddled (or perhaps even more). The strawberry blonde from the next race has also recovered well, more exhausted by the **** orgasms than the swats.

While you look around for the loser of the second heat, you remember that somebody else had a spanking today, but not for anything to do with the event. The topless blonde whose name you didn't catch is heading towards the exit, arm in arm with Devon, having apparently exhausted the potential for photo ops. Flo is following, head down, still intent on her screen. You call out and they turn and stop, seeing you.

"Hi," you greet them, "I just wanted to check in before you left."

"Ohh, hello," Flo replies, enthusiastically. "You would not believe the things our followers are suggesting. I'm not sure some of them are even physically possible!" She laughs, uproariously.

"You've finally got this one to put her smartphone away so she doesn't have to see the list of things she needs a spanking for," adds Devon, nodding to the girl by his side, who opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it again and shrugs.

"These are going to get a lot of attention," he continues, giving her boobs a squeeze, "not to mention a few other parts of her anatomy."

She tosses her hair, not seeming too worried by the prospect of significant punishment coming her way.

"One of my followers sent me a private message saying she'd seen that video of us and she's one of your girls. Eee dee four twenty, or something?" You shake your head; there's no reason you should recognize a name used online. "Anyway, I can believe she's one of yours, because she sent me like a three page essay of all the things she's seen me do that you wouldn't tolerate. Devon was really impressed."

"Yeah, I asked her if she'd be willing to help with the discipline, but she said she'd need to ask you, first."

You shrug. It seems a good idea, as long as it doesn't interfere with her other responsibilities. At least it means you're off the hook. You say you don't have a problem with it and bid them farewell.

"Bye. See you around," is the reply, although you very much doubt you will.

After finishing your circuit of the stage without seeing the final race loser, you admit defeat and assume you've missed her.