Try to cover up

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Misty pulled back, temporarily escaping the boy’s mind-numbing tongue but doing nothing to escape the crowd’s eyes. She covered her tits and pussy, then quickly grew conscious of baring her tanless ass and moved a hand to cover it, exposing herself elsewhere in the process. The flustered redhead continued this cycle for several seconds, trying to cover everything, but instead revealing her private parts one after the other. The crowd hooted and hollered at her pointless routine, but no one laughed harder than the trainer who had beaten her.

“A l-little help here please! S-S-Some clothes, maybe? Somebody!?” Misty pleaded, her hands still flitting around her body.

“Girl, if you wanted clothes so bad, maybe you should have worn some fucking panties.”

“I don’t know, I think I like you this way better. Not bossing us around, just playing your role as eye candy.”

“She doesn’t want clothes anyway. That wet pussy doesn’t lie.”

Misty looked down in astonishment to see her pussy juices leaking down both her thighs. Is my body getting some kind of enjoyment out of this humiliating situation? I’m naked in front of a bunch of people who are insulting me! Because I lost! This shouldn’t be arousing at all, but… just like that time with Emilia…

Misty was given no further time to contemplate her slutty behavior. The boy grabbed her hips and pulled her to him roughly, ready to continue claiming his spoils of victory. In a flurry of motions, he faced her away from him, spread her legs, and smacked her ass hard enough to make the whole thing jiggle. The girl cried out as her pussy juices fell to the floor, making it plain for everyone to see just what effect the sudden spank had on her.

“Wow, she even gets wet from being spanked. Misty’s totally hot to trot. Maybe she’ll let me fuck her later.”

“She probably will. I always knew she was a fucking whore.”

The spanking continued, filling the exposed Gym Leader’s head with foggy pleasure spiked with light pain. Disgraced by the words of the onlookers, she focused all of her limited willpower on not reacting to each blow against her asscheeks. Her efforts were in vain, though, as each slap had her moaning even louder than the last while a puddle of her juices gradually grew below her.