Nope.

Scarlett stands facing you, eyebrow raised knowingly, hand on her hip. Her short green dress clings gorgeously to her figure, and you find your eyes drawn to her long, smooth legs.

The spanking stool sits at the front of the stage, facing the eager crowd. Her captured queen, now reclaimed, sits proudly on it.

The compare beckons to the crowd to hush. “Well, ladies and gentlemen! What a turnaround. I thought for sure that Scarlett was in for a session on the stool, yes?”

The crowd laughs and shouts agreement. In the front row, you notice, are a group of young girls who look straight out of university. They are watching with eager, delighted eyes.

“But that would have been such a shame! We’ve had seven games tonight – seven! – and we have seen seven ladies spanked.” The compere’s eyes twinkle mischievously and he drops to a conspiratorial tone. “And, I should add, three cocks privately sucked, one asshole licked, and and one set of pubes removed as a trophy.”

The crowd laughs.

“And it would be such a shame, wouldn’t it ladies and gentlemen, if the girls never got to have any fun up here on the stage? If they never got to make the men beg?”

There are catcalls and cheers from the audience. You see Kay and Alexis sat together at a table to the side. Alexis is talking to Kay, clearly describing something, and Kay’s face is white.

“So, we have our winner! And our loser. Who of course we saw earlier giving the reigning ladies champion Alexis her just deserts. Well now it’s time to see if he can take it as well as he can give it! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Scarlett!”

The compere backs of the stage as the crowd cheers and whistles.

Scarlett walks over to you and behind you and presses her body against your back. You feel her hard nipples pressing into your shirt. She pushes you slowly to the stool, and nibbles your ear.

“Tell me,” she whispers. “What did we agree about the thong in the end?”