You need some time, let history be your out.

You take a deep breath. You don't really want to skip a class if you don't have to, and you'd like some time to gather your nerves. You shake your head. "I have history in a few hours, but I... I'd be available later tonight."

Briana nods. "Like I said, no problem. Come to the soccer field at about... ten or so. Should work out great."

You looked at her, tilting your head slightly. "Uh... the uh, soccer field? Wouldn't that be kind of... you know, exposed?"

She laughs. "Yeah, but nobody will be here late. Well, nobody we don't want around. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. No doubt about that." Her smile isn't entirely trustworthy, and you worry what exactly she means, wondering if you should swap to the next morning, but she's already turned around, starting to walk away. "Be there, or be a star. That's what you wanted, right?"

You stay there, jaw working, but no words coming out, still not sure what you wanted yourself, but Briana disappears around the corner, and you're left to stand there, thong up your ass, and a worrying date. You start walking home, deciding you needed to lay down a bit and relax from the sudden turn of events, only realizing once you're almost off campus that you still hadn't fixed your wedgie, as a stumble reveals. Well, you couldn't be blamed for missing that, could you? You make it home, dropping your bag and face planting onto your bed, finally able to fix your thong, mind reeling. The video was replaying in your head, along with visions of what could possibly happen on the field. You sigh, burying your face in your pillow, before rolling out of bed, deciding to kill a few hours on your computer. You're able to distract yourself somewhat, but your excitement and nerves both build heavily.

The hours pass, and you find yourself back on campus, muddling through your History class. Thankfully not much of import goes on this particular day, which is good for your distracted brain. It passes without incident, as do the hours leading up to ten, leaving you walking to the football field alone. It was dark out, though thankfully not pitch black. You might've lost your nerve! But no, there was enough light to see where you were going, and as you got in view of the soccer field you saw exactly what you were walking into. You were pretty sure it was the whole team, illuminated by some powerful field lights. Fuck that was a lot of girls. Looked like they had their uniforms on, and you guessed you were walking in on the end of practice. You falter, coming to a stop. Were you going to be paying up in front of the whole team? Or... oh fuck, you'd be servicing the whole team, wouldn't you? You were in between some lights, and you weren't visible, you didn't think. You could probably just walk away. They'd never know you were so close, right? You take a deep breath, and start walking again. You would only be nervous until it started. Probably.

You stepped out of the shadows, and some of the team started to notice you. You heard a few coos and "awws", some remarking on just how cute you looked, and you started blushing. Briana stood in the middle of the pack, holding a soccer ball, nodding. "Glad you made it cutey. Was hoping you wouldn't scurry off on us. But now that you're here, we can have some fun. Get your ass in front of the goal. You're gonna play at being goalie."

You're wary, but you follow her direction. One of the girls motions for your bag, and you give it to her, letting her take it off to the side. You stand there, in front of the goal, and the team lines up, Briana in front, still holding the ball. "Alright, here's how this goes. each of us takes a shot. It gets in? We get a piece of your clothing." Yep, there's the catch. "Now if it doesn't get in, all of US take off a piece of clothing. But either way, we're all taking our shots. Any extras we make, gets you one spanking. Any extras you block, or we miss? Every girl that cost us something shares in the number of spankings you got. And let's face it, you're getting spanked. Got all that?" You look at the line of women. There were at least twenty of them, and you hadn't played soccer in a very, very long time. You were surprised they were even bothering with this, instead of just stripping you, but you supposed they wanted to toy with you as much as they could. Another deep breath, and you nodded your head, trying to get into some sort of stance.

Briana waits a moment, then nods herself, dropping the ball, and stepping back. She stares at you, and you try to match her gaze. But it wavers a moment, and that's all Briana needs. She lashes out, the ball zipping to your right. You try to react, but only wind up missing it, falling onto your hands and knees as the ball sails into the goal. Well shit. One down. You rise to your feet, grabbing the ball to toss back to Briana. She hands it to the girl behind her, then holds out her hand. "Let's see if you changed out of that thong. Jeans first." You groaned, but unbuttoned your pants regardless, pulling them down and off your body, hopping a bit as you struggle to get them past your shoes. You hear a few giggles as you unveil your thong and hand over your jeans, your face reddening. This was not a good start.

It doesn't get much better for a number of shots. Your hoodie is lost next, leaving you in your footwear and your thong. It's a bit cold, so your nipples are stiff. But your dick is still hard in spite of the cold, clearly enjoying the humiliation you were being put through. The next shot barely grazes the tips of your fingers. Close, but it still cost you your thong. Now you were standing there, waiting for the next shot, **** to take a stance instead of covering up. If the girls couldn't tell you were hard before, they certainly could now. The next few shots cost you your socks and shoes, and you were naked, with the soccer team not having had a single piece of clothing missing. You shook your head, trying to focus up. The next shot came in, and you jumped for it, dick flopping as you dive for the ball, barely managing to slap it away! You jumped up, excited to have finally blocked one. You turn, watching the girls all taking off their tops, razzing the girl who missed. You were definitely getting spanked, but maybe you could drag some other girls down with you?

Your attempts leave you flailing, diving, and putting your body fully on display, but it's worth the effort. Sure, the girls may have gotten a good laugh out of you, doing your absolute best to defend against their shots, little dick flailing around, but you'd gotten something to show for it! You were going to be taking ten spankings, but you'd managed to block a total of nine shots, leaving the whole soccer team naked, all fit, a variety of heights and sizes, and nine of them taking those spankings with you. Even as you were lined up on your hands and knees, in the middle of four of the girls you blocked, facing the other five, you felt alright about yourself. Of course, then you were getting spanked, hard, ass jiggling, squealing out along with the rest of the victims. You winced as your ass got assaulted, the girls that hadn't fucked up laughing and ribbing the girls that had. You felt one girl, not participating on either side, poking and lightly slapping at your dick, grabbing it and pulling it down, letting it go to thud against your stomach. Less than a minute later, it was over, but it had felt so much longer. It was only ten spanks, but you were sure your ass was bright red. The girls kneeling by you stood up slowly, rubbing their stinging butts, but you stayed knelt, catching your breath, and admittedly appreciating the girl playing with your tool. That stopped as Briana stepped in front of you, nude but untouched, a big grin on her face.

"Not too bad. You blocked way more than I expected, honestly. Guess you had a good prize waiting for you." Looking up at the gorgeous, muscular woman, you nodded. "Appreciate the honesty. And the flattery. Now that the foreplay is over, it's time for the main event.

You rubbed your sore ass, surprised at yourself. You were more glad than upset that more was coming. You were more of a masochist than you had thought, it seemed. "Alright. What am I doing for you?"