Hot Tamale

The ball landed in the hole marked "hot tamale", and vanished into an invisible tunnel behind the scenes, where it rolled down a slope to be rapidly redeposited back in the bins below the counter.

The saddles tipped forward, raised Bonnie's plump buttocks and Susie's slightly more slender ones into the air. The two girls shared a worried look, and gulped as a pair of paddle-tipped arms emerged from a hidden door in the back of the stall. They couldn't see behind them, but somehow they knew exactly what was coming.

SMACK.

"Ow!"

SMACK.

"OW!

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

"Ow! OW! OWWW! I'm sorry! I don't want to be a hot tamale!"

Ten hard spanks to each pert derriere before the paddles retracted and the saddles tipped back, seating the girls firmly on their reddened buttocks as they were returned to their pre-punishment positions. Much squirming and wriggling ensued, Susie and Bonnie trying and failing to find a comfortable place to rest their sore backsides as the cheerleaders giggled and Anne-Marie set up another throw.