It is bearable... and exciting

You realise with rather misplaced interest that even though you could see the announcer until just now, when you have went over your suitor's lap, you were already thinking of him as a disembodied voice, the stage is just so large. Before you can dwell on this for too long, however, the nine smacks ring in almost perfect unison, one of them stinging your left cheek. The sensation makes you gasp.

Not exactly from the pain, though, which is very much there, but far from excruciating. Spanking has been a life-long obsession for you; after getting the Rulebook you thought about making it much more prevalent in the society before deciding to experiment with race-based humiliation first. You are still planning to add spanking-related rules once you have a better feel for the new world with the changes already made. For now, however, you are getting your first spanking... for refusing to go on a date with a stranger, out of all things. You usually imagined being spanked by more than just hand and on your bare bottom too... But it sounds like that might still happen today, so all in all a slower start might be a good thing.

Not that the start is that slow. You can definitely feel the heat growing on your backside as George's palm continues to descend forcefully onto the seat of your panties. The knowledge of the event being televised does not help you in staying calm either; this is, however, exactly the "not calm" state you were hoping for when making the rules. You cannot help but begin squirming as the spanking progresses. This results in your crotch rubbing shamelessly and obviously on the man's lap, but this is not the reason (not the main one, at least) behind your growing moistness. The whole situation is just too exciting for your mind. As the last seconds roll on, however, you have to make a considerable effort not to try and reach behind yourself to shield and rub your cheeks.

You do hold out though, as you knew you would. You can almost sense the regret of all but nine people in the venue as the buzzer goes off and spanks cease. The girls, yourself included, get up and restore their clothes with varying degrees of gingerness and awkwardness. You would like to think you managed to act fairly nonchalantly, even successfully resisting the temptation to give your warmed-up cheeks a rub. Your biggest concern is ensuring George does not get a glimpse of the spot that has doubtlessly formed itself on the front of your panties.

You both manage to make your goodbyes amiable enough for the circumstances and George departs; so do other suitors-turned-spankers. Carefully and slowly your side begins to retake the seats.