The couple are locked in place

Stripped naked, Tanya and Mitchell stumbled up on to the stage, both half-heartedly covering their most private of parts, although already have resigned themselves to the fact that any hint of modesty had well and truly been taken from them.

The host had casually disposed of their clothes in a bag, which had been whisked away out of sight. Mitchell had never felt more nude and exposed than he did right now.

In front of the growing audience, there were two tall metal stands with noticeable restraints for their hands, placed up at the same level as obvious neck constraints.

Tanya gulped as she also saw a third construct on wheels that lay innocently to the side. It seemed about half the height of a typical adult, and gave the appearance of simply being a pole with a large paddle attached. A power cord ran out of the base of the pole, which also sported four small wheels for mobility.

Mitchell looked at Tanya, as their host encouraged them onwards towards the stands. Naked, exposed, and intensely conscious of the buzzing crowd eagerly waiting their further humiliation, they both could already visualize themselves locked into the stocks, with the paddle thwacking away at their defenseless, restrained backsides.

For both of them, past experiences in the stocks had not gone well. Tanya had been pelted with tomatoes, while Mitchell had been drenched in something even worse.

"Tanya!" Mitchell half-shouted, over the noise of the club, "look, just give up, okay? Surrender now."

Tanya returned his look, and defiantly shook her head.

Mitchell persisted, "Tanya, give up, let me take the point." He took her hand, and stared at her earnestly. "I'll win, and I'll pick myself to take the ultimate humiliation. Please!"

Tanya shook her head again though, and within moments their host had successfully negotiated them to the restraints.

Before Mitchell could continue his case, they both found themselves leaning forward slightly, and the cold hard touch of the metal on their necks told them in no uncertain terms that there was no turning back now.

She had to win, Tanya thought, as she felt her hands guided to the handcuffs, and expertly locked in with a minimum of fuss. As she stole a sideways glance at her boyfriend, similarly compromised and already closing his eyes in preparation for the first spank, she gave him a small smile.

For all his faults, and for all the many ways in which this was entirely his doing, Tanya couldn't deny that she loved Mitchell. Insanely, and with a defiance and bulldog spirit that seen her through many a challenge, she was now determined that she would win. That she would claim that vital tiebreaking point, and send herself to the Ultimate Humiliation. Even if for no other reason than the fact that Mitchell's paid more. It was a bizarre thought, and an insane rationale, but this was a bizarre and insane scenario.

Tanya looked out on to the audience. There were congregating around the front, finding their tables, and taking their seats with an intense focus that completely disarmed Tanya's defenses.

There were men and women, half-hidden in the shadows, possibly some of whom knew Tanya and Mitchell in their past lives. Tanya gritted her teeth. Could one of her old friends from School be out there, right now, staring back at her naked tits hanging down from her half-bent body? Could one of Mitchell's old drinking buddies be right now staring at Mitchell's helpless cock, semi-erect through the erotic embarrassment that he was undoubtedly now feeling.

There was a strange feeling of the calm before the storm. Here she was, strapped in, completely nude, and the object of intense scrutiny by an unknown crowd of what were hopefully strangers. Her sweet, round derriere tingled in fearful anticipation of the treatment it was about to receive.

The host now walked in front of them, casually making sure that everything was in readiness. Once he was satisfied that each of them was perfectly placed for the machine's lavish attentions, he looked up brightly.

"Well, pretty simple really. We're here and you're there. The machine will continue to spank you in turns, with a little random delay to spice things up and get you guessing as to when the next tender loving touch will occur. Once one of you has had enough, just scream 'I'm a big sissy!' at the top of your voice, and its game over!"

Tanya looked at the host. "'I'm a big sissy?'" she replied, arching an eyebrow.

The host shrugged. "Well, that's not our usual safe word, but it's the one she insisted on." He said, indicating Rachel with a thumb over his shoulder.

"Of course," Tanya thought, "what else could it possibly have been."