The girls get caught!

"Come on, girls. Did you really think you were going to get away?"

"Um... yeah."

"But there's so many of us. And so few of you! Obviously, we have the advantage."

"I guess you're right," admitted Susie, squirming wretchedly in the grip of half a dozen volleyball players, all of whom had piled on top of her the minute she started to run. Bonnie, beside her, was struggling fruitlessly against Hank's iron grip on her forearm. Both of them were still in their underwear, of course. Anne-Marie smirked, as she liked to do.

"I believe," she said, "a punishment is in order."

"You always say that."

"It almost always is," said Anne-Marie, giving the signal. Instantly a dozen hands were plucking at Susie's bra and panties, yanking them teasingly away from her body while she struggled to bat them away. The worst part of it was, Ben was watching the whole thing, and clearly having a great time. Hank, meanwhile, sat down on a nearby tree stump and pulled Bonnie over his knee.

"Wait! Hank, you fucking... gaywad! Don't you dare!"

"Come on, Bonnie. Would a gaywad do this?"

And he smacked her panty-clad bottom, hard enough to make her squeal, effortlessly pinning her down over his lap with only a single hand, while she yelled and kicked and whined and tried to get away. There was nothing she could do to prevent him from unsnapping her sky-blue bra and whisking it away from her surprisingly large breasts, dusted with freckles and crowned with round strawberry-pink nipples, or yanking her yellow panties down her kicking legs and prying them off her ankles so he could more effectively punish her plump naked ass.

"Hank! Let me go!"

"Admit that I'm stronger than you."

"No... ow! Owww! You fucking dick!"

"Eeheehee! Stop!" The volleyball girls were tickling Susie all over, pinching her nipples and stroking her thighs as she tried to wriggle free from their clutching, inquisitive hands. Finally she pulled away, only to stumble and fall forward over Ben's lap, where he sat on another tree stump. He looked down at her upraised pale buttocks, gleaming in the light of the carnival lanterns, and said "Sure, why not?"

"Ben, you're not allowed to... oww!"