The long spanking begins

From your less than ideal face-down ass-up position you can see the group starting to shift around to form a resemblance of a queue leading towards your poor exposed cheeks. While the space is still relatively quiet Michael says that everyone present (whether invited or not) can have up to a full minute with you. Only open palm strikes on your buttocks and back of legs are permitted but if you leave your position you will be given two strikes with a paddle and the minute will restart. Well aware of the show you are giving, you nonetheless shift around as if trying to dig your knees deeper into the soft cushioning layer of the bench for that little bit of extra stability.

You do not even know who is the first person waiting behind you when Michael says "Go!" and starts the stop clock. You just know it is not Michael or Diana as you can see their legs. They stand near one another, clearly expecting to go last. Suddenly you wish you gave Diana a hug before going to the bench rather than just turning your back on her as you did. There is not too much time to worry though, as with a sound resembling a loud clap the first spank lands, followed by the next and the next. You wince, concentrating on staying still. You can take a hand spanking, at least so far, but whoever it is, they are not going easy on you. Also the trauma inflicted on your poor cheeks yesterday is not quite as forgotten as you thought during the day, but you can do as little about this as about the rest of your situation.

The guy (at least you think it is a guy but you will probably never know with certainty) falls into a rhythm methodically covering your entire bottom and by the time Michael's phone beeps to announce the end of the first minute you are not at the end of your stamina by any means but certainly already feeling well-punished. Nobody objects when the first spanker gets a good feel of your cheek squeezing it and pulling it to the side as if there was still something unseen by anyone in the middle. He leaves, whether to watch from the sidelines or to get on with his day you do not know. His place is taken by a woman, as you can tell from feeling her nails as she runs her hand over her target. You recognise her voice as Gabriela's (unless you are mixing names up), one of your neighbours when she thanks Michael as he announces her minute is about to start. Her spanks are not as hard but a lot faster and she concentrates on the same spot in the middle of each cheek, switching between them every dozen smacks or so. This is becoming hard to bear very quickly but if you move now, before even the second minute is up, all will go crashing downhill for you. You cannot stop yourself from moaning loudly, though, to the delight of your audience. "Lay it on, Gabs!" seems to reflect the general sentiment and Gabriela obliges, her palm a blur of movement against your rapidly reddening behind.

Fortunately for you you hold out for that minute too and the people who come next revert back to getting an even colour on you; your stretched skin on the back of your legs hurts horribly when a guy you barely know spends most of his time working there, only returning to your bottom for the last ten seconds or so. Before very long you are making a sound, however subdued, with every smack, unable to hold it in anymore. Most people do not talk to you but some offer a sentence of scolding before proceeding. You did not think that in your state words would still have the power to embarrass you further, but they do. You are too busy getting spanked to look around and see too much, but you still can notice that Michael and Diana are not the only ones holding back; your cousin and Bella who, it turns out, is also here have joined them, clearly too intending to have their go when you are least able to withstand the punishment. You are distracted from your conclusion as the spanker changes yet again and the new one kneels behind you and starts to use both his palms simultaneously. This change draws the first actual yell out of you and you continue to make noises for the entire time he is smacking away with a doubled impact. To add to your troubles your bun of hair starts to disentangle threatening to send the waves of your hair down further obscuring your already severely limited field of vision. While the spanker changes again you are struggling to get yourself back under control and to your dismay the complete stranger who is next prepares to copy the technique and kneels behind you. Fortunately she is not nearly as effective but still contributes solidly to the growing up intolerable heat on your poor bottom.

You already lost precise count of how long has this going on when Michael announces about a third of the present participants has had their chance and you get a minute of rest before the position change. Slowly and awkwardly, hardly caring how you look you climb off the bench. A minute is a very long time to stand naked in a crowd of clothed and very much focused on you people but it feels far shorter if you need to take care of a few things - and strangely enough, you do. You pour yourself some water from the cooler and greedily gulp it down trying not to think about using the toilet on the next break. You then hastily retie your hair and spend the remaining time trying to massage and rub some feeling into the strained joints. You are **** to have your bottom rubbed and massaged too but that luxury is for now beyond you. Rotational hip movements you make to revive your waist must look quite inappropriate for a naked girl in a public place but you would guess not nearly as much as bending over with widely open legs.

Your minute is up too quickly. Michael turns off the beeping signal and clears his throat to speak again.

"And now, we will ask Jenna to..."