The final spanks

The brunette had let Tanya stand up and fumbling retrieve her panties from around her knees, before silently rejoining the crowd with a look of total satisfaction on her face. She'd left Tanya with an extraordinarily red bottom, and looking down the barrel of twenty more spanks from four men who probably rarely - if ever - got to touch a woman.

The next few minutes had felt like hours. Each of the four men took their turn at carefully placing Tanya over their knee, and selecting their target on her pleasingly large bottom. Her curvy derriere offered a wealth of landing spots, and each one of them was explored as the men thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Between the sweaty smell of the guys and their nervous laughter at being this close to a beautiful woman, degradation swam in the forefront of Tanya's mind.

She groaned, grunted, and gasped through spank after spank, thwack and thwack, and humiliation after humiliation.

And yet it ended with such suddenness that Tanya was still dazed for several minutes before she realised she'd made it through at the hands of her six tormentors.

As the spanks still rang in her ears, and her hypersensitive ass cheeks felt phantoms blows that were no longer being delivered, Tanya struggled to her feet one last time.

The last man resumed his placed in the crowd, and Mitchell stepped forward.

Tanya panted from the exertion and for a split second feared that Mitchell was going to indicate she should get over his knee for one final crowning embarrassment.

Thankfully though, he just took her hands and smiled.

With a wink, he gave her a cheeky kiss, and simply said "Thanks for the great birthday present, sweetheart!"

Tanya was lost for words.