The captain of the squad

If any one player is responsible for the college team's failure to secure outright victory, it must surely be the captain, a lithe, tanned brunette. While you look for her, you notice that although most of the home side spectators were students, the majority of those remaining behind to punish the team are townies who've adopted the local lasses as their own or possibly friends and relatives, mostly male. The punishments being meted out are relatively tame compared with what you can observe happening on the other side, but thousands of light spankings would still mount up, so you assume there is some sort of limit in play to stop serious injury. No tipping is taking place, presumably due to the expectation to move on quickly, but stewards are scanning men's ticket stubs and e-tickets so the owners can receive recompense at a later date.

The pillories are arranged in order of player number, but since you don't remember the captain's, you still have to wander up and down until you find her. You've just spotted her fit young body surrounded by a small knot of spectators, when another bevy of naked beauties arrives from the changing rooms. The cheerleaders of both teams have showered and are here to receive their share of the blame for the lack of a win. Maybe the idea is that if they'd cheered harder they would've inspired their girls more, or perhaps football fans just like spanking cheerleaders (and it occurs to you that the cheerleaders at men's matches might still get pilloried), but either way, they accept their fate with grace and poise, slipping into the restraints and allowing the stewards to fasten them swiftly and easily. Almost at once, waiting spectators on both sides of the divide make their way over to the newcomers and begin administering chastisement.

You ignore them for now and approach your chosen target. The captain's muscular buttocks and thighs (and you never thought you'd describe a girl's buttocks as muscular, but it's definitely the right word to use here) are black from repeated paddlings, but the fans surrounding her are leaving them alone in favour of slapping her sculpted belly and neat little boobies. Four are able to spank at a time, two from each side, but there's still a bit of a queue waiting to take a turn. It seems plenty of others had the same idea as you, though judging by the serene look on the captain's face, she'll be able to cope with the attention fairly easily.