A spanking train

The punishment that Johanna would have to endure was a “spanking train”. Basically, a line of people would form, and each person would be able to spank Johanna once. Johanna got into position, bending over to put her hands on the stairs and sticking her ass out towards the crowd. A line began to form of guys who wanted to be a part of the punishment. Even some of the women joined in. Johanna braced herself as the first guy wound up to deliver the first slap.

“WHAP”

Johanna lurched forward slightly as the man’s hand collided with her tight, firm ass cheek.

“WHAP”

This was quickly followed by another spanking from the next guy in line. Right now, it was not too bad for Johanna, but she knew the spankings would quickly build up.

“WHAP WHAP WHAP”

The sound of hand against ass filled the air as more and more people left their handprint on the butt of the naked woman. The pain was rising for Johanna with each slap. She could feel the ache and heat radiated from her abused asscheeks. She couldn’t see from her angle, but her ass was colored a fierce shade of red.

Each spanking caused Johanna to let out a pained squeal that increased in volume every time. She squirmed and groaned but did not move from her position. This was partially because she was confident in her beliefs and partially because Amber and Quinn had taken up the position of holding her arms in place.

As Johanna’s ass became more and more bruised from the punishment, the crowd moved onto other parts of her body, smacking her thighs, tits, and even her pussy. It was one of the longest and most intense punishments Johanna had had to endure in quite some time. The ache from the spankings would linger for a long time.

Some of the guys whispered stuff to Johanna after they disciplined her. She was called a “bitch”, a “skank”, a “slut”, and so much more. It didn’t bother her much, however. She knew it was part of the degradation and punishment.

Finally, the last person delivered their blow, turning their hand sideways and spreading her cheeks to strike her hidden rosebud. Johanna jumped as the hand hit its mark, not expecting her asshole to be struck.

Johanna slowly rose from the stairs. Her body wailed in pain, but she tried to ignore it. She had a challenge to win.