Bare Bottom Spanking

With a jerk, Mandy pulls Iris over her knee. The girl struggles, but it's useless. Mandy's hand works Iris's tight sports leggings and underwear down in one swift motion. The cold evening air pricks Iris's bare skin. Then, the sharp, hard sound of a hand forcefully coming down on bare buttocks rings out. A shrill, almost metallic sound that rises above the panting of the running players.

Merel keeps running, her cheeks burning with shame. She doesn't dare look back, but the sound is everywhere. The slaps, Iris's sobs, Mandy's stern, reprimanding voice. It is an old punishment, a cruel punishment, and it feels as though time stands still on the soccer field

Her own legs move in rhythm with the spanking, and with every step she takes, the silence within her grows deeper and heavier.

Iris was terribly ashamed. The whole team could see her.

Iris was terribly ashamed. Her cheeks were glowing not only from the spanking but from a burning feeling of humiliation that went deeper than her skin. As she lay over Mandy's knee, trapped in that humiliating position, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But behind her eyelids, it wasn't darkness; it was the face of every teammate she could imagine.

She heard the thudding of their feet, the panting rhythm of their punishment laps, and knew they were all witnesses. Every slap from Mandy's hand felt amplified by dozens of pairs of eyes seeing her, exposed and helpless. The sobs she couldn't hold back made her seem even more ****. She wasn't just a player being punished; she was a girl who had lost all her pride and self-confidence in an instant, put on display for the entire team. The wind blowing over her naked skin no longer just felt cold, but as if it was blowing her shame toward everyone.