Chapter 15: A Deal is a Deal

Continued from chapter 14:

It's going to be a photo finish. I try to hold on, but Paige is not making it easy. Hazel has found her rhythm, stroking my cock and rolling my testicles around in her hand with increasing urgency. Hazel and I lock eyes and will each other to cum first, and surrender to the beating of all beatings at the hands of the other.

Hazel's eyes lock onto mine with a fierce, desperate intensity. In this moment, the shame is gone, replaced by a primal, competitive hunger. She strokes faster, her thumb pressing firmly against the underside of my shaft, her other hand working my perineum with a feverish, rhythmic precision. She wants to win—not just for the sake of the game, but because she wants to see that look of utter defeat on my face, to see the dawning comprehension of surrender knowing that she is going to be responsible for beating me. She can feel the tension building in her own lower belly, the internal pressure of Raven's hand pushing her closer to the brink than she thought possible.

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Behind me, Paige isn't playing fair. She uses her free hand to slap sharply at my bottom, adding a stinging distraction to the pleasure. The impact sends shockwaves through me, and I gasp, unsure whether I'm closer to orgasm or the edge of my endurance.

The spanking shocks me into an early finish. I erupt and Hazel gasps, giggles, and surrenders to her own orgasm as we both dance on the edge of the hands in our bottoms. Behind us, Paige bemoans her surrender to Raven, her impending spanking from her friend inevitable now.

Hazel's entire body jolts violently as I finish, her own climax hitting like a tidal wave that washes away all thought. She collapses forward against my chest, panting heavily, her legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the dual assault of internal and external stimulation. A triumphant, giddy giggle escapes her—a sound completely unlike her usual reserved self—as she realizes she has won. She clings to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck, basking in the sweaty, post-orgasmic glow of victory.

Raven pulls her hand out of Hazel with a wet, squelching sound, looking thoroughly satisfied. She turns her predatory gaze toward Paige, a slow, devilish smile spreading across her face.

"A deal is a deal, cheerleader," Raven purrs, her voice smooth and mocking.

Paige hangs her head.

"Let's go get cleaned up first," she says. "I'll wash Ero, you wash Hazel, and then we'll meet back here in an hour for our beatings."

She glances between Hazel and Raven, her voice uncertain.

"Hazel, do you want me to feminize Ero before you thrash him?"

She turns to Raven, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Raven, would you like me to wear something submissive and cute for you... for when you spank me?"

Hazel lifts her head from my shoulder, her cheeks still burning a bright, permanent crimson. She pushes her messy blonde bob out of her eyes, looking slightly dazed and profoundly overwhelmed by the sheer chaos of the last twenty minutes. She wipes a stray tear of pleasure from her cheek, her breathing finally beginning to level out.

"I... I think I need a very long shower," Hazel mumbles, her voice small and shaky, though a tiny, mischievous glint remains in her brown eyes. She glances at me, the thought of thrashing me causing her to bite her lip nervously.

Raven, meanwhile, stands tall, looking entirely unruffled despite the sweat clinging to her skin. She crosses her arms, the silver rings on her fingers catching the light as she watches Paige's pouty expression with amused detachment.

"We all do," Paige agrees, then continues. "Hazel, do you want Ero wearing panties for his beating?"

She turns to Raven.

"And Raven, what would you like me to wear when you put me over your knee?"

Hazel flinches at the direct question, her mind racing through the logistics of the upcoming punishment. She imagines me sitting on a chair, legs apart, dressed in lace and silk, and the image makes her stomach flip with a mixture of terror and intense curiosity. She bites her lip, looking down at her feet, then steals a glance up at me through her lashes.

"Maybe..." Hazel starts, her voice barely a whisper. She clears her throat, trying to summon some of the boldness she felt during the race. She looks at the way the light hits the curve of my waist. "Something thin. Like a slip. Or maybe just a big shirt. Something that makes it easier to... to mark you."

Raven laughs, a low, throaty sound that vibrates in the quiet room.

"Yeah, put him in a slip dress," Raven tells Paige. "Something satin that will flutter about his thighs and cling to him like a second skin."

She pauses, considering Paige.

"As for you, I'd like you to wear..."

Hazel's face goes from pink to a deep, bruised scarlet at the mention of a slip dress. She can almost see it—the contrast of the delicate fabric against my skin, the way it will slide up with every strike. She hides her face in her hands for a moment, her mind spinning with the visual, before peeking through her fingers to see if I'm actually okay with being humiliated like that.

Raven waits, leaning back against the wall with an expectant, feline grace. She tilts her head, her dark eyes locked on Paige, enjoying the anticipation. She knows exactly what kind of outfit would make Paige's bratty attitude crumble into something more vulnerable and exposed.

To be continued in chapter 16...