As soon as you get your ass to the lower level rec area

You see on the directory there is a recreation area on the lower level of the mall. You decide you can put your more athletic wardrobe to use there.

After replacing your heeled sandals with a more suitable pair of cute red sneaks at Nodell's, you head toward the main elevator. You thought you'd have fun at the athletic shop, but there was nobody but a disinterested thirty-year-old woman to wait on you.

As you exit from the elevator, you find yourself in the middle of the main food court. Tables  and chairs surround the common area, most of the big-name chains had service at the perimeter. You look to one end and see the cinema multiplex entrance, surrounded by video games. You  need to head to the other end of the corridor. 

You find the area very cheery, with a kiddie train sitting idle, waiting for tykes to fill the enclosed wooden traincars with the wide windows, to take them for a ride around the perimeter of the rec area. Rising from the middle of the rec area was what you were looking for, The Stone Wall Climb. Unlike some rockwalls you had scaled, this one was wider, made to look more like a real stone wall, but  still with the necessary appendages and nooks. 

As you cross the faux stone bridge with its decorative ferns, you notice the train 'engineer' eyeing your ass from the track below. You see the forty-year-old key a mike and say something. You shrug your shoulders and step down off the bridge.

 You see there are three sets of bungee swings surrounding the climb, also idle in the early day quiet. Three hunky twenty-somethings are also idle. You see the blond has just put his mike back on his belt. Judging from their 'I Survived The Stone Wall!' teeshirts, they must all work here.

The blond turns from their conversation and greets her. "Hello, little lady, what can I do you for?"

You wanted to tell him he could do you for a while as you take in his piercing blue eyes and well-muscled physique, but you shyly say, "I'd like to climb the Stone Wall."

"That'll be ten dollars," he says, taking the offered bill. "Bobby, strap the lady in." 

The boyish one tears his eyes from your "SPANK ME" messaged ass and dutifully straps you in to the harness.

The three are surprised at your skill as you negotiate the wall. You could tell by their smirks they expected you to be a lightweight. They continue to admire the view, though as your harness hides your shorts from view, allowing nothing but delectable assmeat to escape.

They watch dumbfounded and rockhard as you ring the bell in near record time, signalling your achievement.

All three run to help unstrap you as you repel down, the blond catching you, massaging handfuls of doughy bare asscheek.

"Well," says the redhead,"you've just won a t-shirt and a free bungee swing ride," as Bobby unbuckles you.

"Oh, thank you!" you say, hugging him tight.

"Hey, Peter, save some for somebody else!" Greg, the blond says, a little irked. "Would you like your free ride now?" he asks you.

"Why not?" you say, dropping your prize tee to the floor with your  purse.

He smiles, guiding you over to the strappy harnesses, his hand on the still-exposed assmeat.

"Have you done this before?" Greg asks, pulling the crotch harness a little higher than necessary.

"No. But I've seen people doing it at fairs. It looks like fun."

"Oh, it will be," he mutters under his breath. "Now, we'll get your bungee pulled and started, you just keep pushing back off the floor. Don't forget, you can flip around as well," he snickers.

They get you going, and soon you are bouncing back and forth in the air like a little rag doll on your bungee cord tethers. You don't  realize what a view the three are getting, as Greg's handiwork has caused the harness, as well as your shorts to disappear completely into your asscrack, leaving your buns completely bare to anyone who watches.

As your legs tire, you slow your jumps, but the boys are there to help. Each lad takes a turn slapping your ass, sending you flying. Their forward swats send you into backflips, your boobs  now exposed as well as the skimpy tank stays above your jutting rack.

"What are you guys doing?" you ask dizzy and light-headed as you continue your flight.

"What you advertised, you silly slut, spanking you!" they laughed together.

After a few more minutes of watching the boys paddle you, the forty-year-old steps in. "Funs fun guys, she's had enough."

You allow him to walk you to the train, letting you sit and catch your breath.