WAIT! I'll take them off!

I gasped and threw my hands up in a motion telling him to stop, revealing my body in its full glory. I couldn’t afford to play him on even footing. I let him gaze upon my flat, toned stomach and small, yet perky breasts, something only a small handful of guys had gotten lucky enough to see.

“Wait, no, no. Please, I’m sorry. I’ll take my panties off. Look, see, I’m doing it right now,” I said desperately.

I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs, and stepped out of my panties one foot at a time. I considered throwing them at him, but remembering how I had almost stripped for nothing, I folded my undergarment and put it neatly next to my other clothes like an obedient little girl. My face flushed with crimson as I thought about what I was subjecting myself to. Then I did a twirl with my hands at my side, making sure he didn’t have any reason to complain. He got to see my everything. I thought it was the most humiliating thing I’d ever done. I’d later find out how wrong I was.

“Please,” I begged.

I felt so exposed as he stared at my pussy, and I immediately regretted my decision earlier that night to shave ‘just in case.’

“I did what you asked. I need the handicap,” I said.

Josh tapped his foot impatiently. Fucking seriously?

“Please, Josh,” I said.

The most irritating thing about this guy is how much he insisted that I say please every time, as if he was doing me some huge favor by humiliating me.

I could see the wheels turning in Josh’s head again. He had zero problem taking complete advantage of the embarrassing situation I had found myself in.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Lay down on my knee and let me spank you five times, and I want you to thank me for it. If you do that, then I’ll play the match with one stock. But if you complain or protest even a little bit, no deal. You have ten seconds to decide. Ten... nine... eight...” Josh counted down.