You're still a bit "sore" over the last loss

You rub your face against the pillow in front of you as the next circuit loads, attempting to clear your eyes. However, you only really succeed in finding out that the pillows you're on smell a tad musty.

You still try to concentrate on the game, but it doesn't go particularly well. Natalie's spanking has beaten the will to fight out of you. You just can't focus, actively or not. You can't get over the feelings of fear, embarrassment, and arousal. You keep accidentally nudging against your sore rump, distracting you. Natalie's elbow digging into your back distracts you. You don't make any especially bad mistakes, but simply can't play well. Natalie nabs an early lead, and you simply never catch up.

Nat's standing up before you've finished the match, but doesn't acknowledge it - she just walks over to the sofa, assessing her options for a few seconds before returning.

"Feet together," she says brusquely. You realise that this will pretty much immobilize you, but comply anyway, not wishing for a repeat of last time. Once again, she plants herself on your legs, though facing backwards this time. She wastes no time tying your angles together tightly, first with a few horizontal loops, then a single vertical one between your legs before tying it off. You think she's used the skipping rope, based on the feel of the material, the slight weightiness of the tie, and the occasional nudging of the handles against your legs.

Nat slides off you, taking a seat beside you again, but keeps to herself this time. Having a bit of space now, and feeling the ache in your joints start to step in, you attempt to stretch out, but quickly realise the extent to how much your mobility is impaired. You flex the muscles in your arms a little, but they barely move - you can move a little to the sides to relieve some of the pressure in one shoulder, but not without making the other worse, while your elbows are only really able to move by pushing against your sore bum. You can stretch your knees, but with the sofa in the way, you end up pulling a half-hearted plank, putting most of your weight on either your shins or your chest. It does allow you to air out your underside, the breeze emphasizing just how moist you are, from sweat and arousal.

As you bring your legs back down, you try to get comfortable, but struggle somewhat. The slight concavity of the pillows makes your knees want to spread out, but the ropes keeping your ankles together don't allow for much rotation. You compromise, managing to wrap your knees around the edge of the pillow, but that causes the whole thing to want to push up in the centre, pressing up into your now-spread crotch. You feel a warm wave of arousal sweep through you as you settle on to it, but that's soon replaced by a pleasant, comforting feeling, pushing back against the ball of anxiety sitting low in your stomach.

You're not sure if Natalie noticed what you were doing, but she hasn't started the game yet...