You try to back out, but Christopher is insistent.

“If you think I'm going to be spanked by some eighteen year old child!” Your temper begins to flare

"So do you mean Ms. Summers,” Christopher continues to answer in his new calm and confident tone, “that you'll be taking two new dares or that you're going to welsh on the wager?”

His words strike like daggers at your soul. You've always been very proud of your Welsh heritage, and have hated that ancient English slur.

Christopher, seeing your hands clench with ire, doesn't relent. “It was your own idea to play the game, Ms. Summers, and at this intensity level. I even tried to warn you and give you a second chance, but you insisted.”

Your mind runs through your options, none of them good.

You could try to distract him with your feminine charms, but considering you're current state of anger, you're hardly in the mood to kiss up to this geek. Besides his new focus seems to imply this spanking thing has really hit something deep, and a little sugar will hardly get him sidetracked off fulfilling a life long fantasy.

You could simply throw him out, but that means he'll have gotten the better of you, and proved that despicable insult.

Then there is submitting to the two new ones, but these dares have turned out to be much more intense than you imagined, and you'll have to accept both of them without question.

The final choice, which would prove yourself, your word, and probably karma, would be to take the spanking, but that would not only be a tad humiliating, it sounds painful. Not even your parents spanked you. On occasion your idiot ex would give you a few playful swats on your bottom when you "misbehaved," but solely as a pretext for sex. Once he got a bit exhilarated while taking you doggy style, and gave you a hard slap, which quickly terminated his fun for the evening. Unclenching you hands you nervously rub them together as you realize you have only been spanked once in your life, and that for only one swat. Could you even take seventy?

“Well, Ms. Summers?” Christopher interrupts your pondering, “What's it going to be?”