Spanked naked on the steps

Hands grasped Susie's wrists.

She knew, with a sinking feeling of dread in her heart, that she wasn't going to be allowed to hide. The ghosts were far too horny for that. Stupid ghosts.

She struggled with all her might, but she was powerless to resist the ghosts hauling her to her feet. Her arms were dragged above her head, up and up until she was almost **** to stand on tiptoes. Susie squirmed in the spotlight, hips wriggling appealingly, breasts bouncing as she twisted and turned in a pointless attempt to conceal the beauty of her nude form. Her skin gleamed brightly, the shadows between her legs the darkest spot.

The hands held her still, allowing the crowd to drink in the vision before them. She saw Ben in the front row, munching popcorn and smiling at her. Beside him, Hank cupped his hands and shouted, "Bonnie, you're NAKED!"

"Fuck you, idiot!"

"I can see your PUSSY!" It was true. The ghosts had grabbed Bonnie, as well. Her breasts, larger than Susie's, swayed as she struggled, throwing her body back and forth in a spirited but pointless attempt to get away. The thatch of ginger curls between her legs, less well groomed than Susie's, was clearly exposed by the light. She crossed her legs, whimpering, trying to hide it.

The ghosts, not liking that, grabbed hold of Bonnie's ankles. Susie tried to kick them away, and couldn't. Her thighs were parted, inch by inch, forcing her to stand with her legs apart, presenting her beautiful vagina to the leering crowd. All the strength in her body could do nothing to prevent it.

The mortification was total. Absolute. She'd never felt anything like it before in her life. She hadn't imagined it was possible to be this ashamed of yourself.

And then she felt the hand smack her bottom.

Gentle at first, as if testing. The hands were invisible in the moonlight, she realised, so the crowd didn't know exactly what was going on. They just saw the yelp as her hips bucked, trying to wriggle away. But there was no escape. The hand struck again, harder this time, harder still, peppering Susie's nubile buttocks with blows. She felt the heat flood her posterior, her ass turning red as her face as she writhed in her spectral bondage, squealing with each blow, struggling to avoid the stinging pain.

They took their time, sometimes giving her a minute or more between blows. A minute to just stand on the steps, squirming in her nudity, waiting in trepidation for the next blow to land. It was almost as bad as the actual spanking. Although not quite.