The cheerleaders learn a lesson

"I'm sorry! I'm a naughty girl! I'll never do it again! Please, Miss Olga, don't... owww!"

A dozen pretty cheerleaders bent over a pair of long, leather-padded benches. From one side, a row of lovely tear-streaked faces, hair tousled, cheeks blazing red as they yelped and howled and begged for mercy. From the other side, a row of pert, athletic, well-rounded cheerleader bottoms, bare to the world and rapidly reddening. Anne-Marie had been strapped in place, her uniform skirt raised and pretty pink panties lowered halfway down her long slender legs, before Olga had raised her strong bare hand and started to go to work.

"Owwwww! How are you so strong? You bitch... I mean, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"This good idea of yours, Olga," said Helga, making the final tweaks to the new sign, which now read SPANKING BOOTH. Hairbrushes, paddles, belts and other tasteful implements were planted around the space at regular intervals, free for anyone's use, though most of the football players were getting by fine with just their bare hands. Twenty or thirty people had gathered outside the booth, peering in at the chagrined cheerleaders and waiting for their turn.

Olga shrugged. "Is obvious." She gave Anne another firm whack to the nubile posterior, making the gorgeous blonde howl as the sting of pain quivered through her buttocks. Every kind of lovely naked female bottom was on display, from Kendra's adorable little Asian rump to Gloria's plump ebony cheeks and Monique's pert heart-shaped derriere, and the crowd was loving the view, arguing over whose ass was the nicest as they inflicted the spanking of a lifetime on the unfortunate girls.

Of course, the cheerleaders absolutely hated being tied down over benches, panties down and skirts up, showing their nude bottom to the world. And they hated being spanked even more. But there was nothing they could do about it. That was carnival magic.

"I wonder where Susie and Bonnie went," Ben said, thoughtfully, brightening Monique's backside as she kicked and squealed and cursed at him in French. "Oh, well. I guess we'll find out eventually."

"Sacre bleu!"