Rogue submits to a spanking as a forfeit

As the game continued, the rogue shifted uncomfortably in her chair, still flushed from the earlier fiasco. She let out a **** sigh, and cleared her throat to draw attention to speak. She wasn't planning on playing in her underwear the rest of the night, with all eyes resting heavily on her bosom.

ROGUE: I, > ahem<, I'd... like to submit to a forfeit please. Just- just make it quick.

BARD, her eyes gleaming with mischievous delight: Oh, I think we can find a way to make it memorable. How about... a spanking!

The rogue's eyes widened, a shadow of flustered anticipation flickering across her face. She shrank down into her chair and her trembling hands fumbled to cover herself. Her three fellow players leaned in, each with their own flavor of eager relish. The DM and sorcerer both quickly unlocked their phones and opened their cameras in preparation, while the bard pursed her lips with a teasing smirk. The rogue hesitated and seemed to shrink up to her bare shoulders beneath the table, ironically making her look almost less dressed than she already was. She threw a longing glance towards the pile of her clothes the bard had proudly stacked next to her. It felt too late to back out now, she should just get this over with. The bard directed her over to the sofa in the sitting corner, just beneath the windows that looked out towards the darkened front yard. Only the sofa's back and the windowsill offered a narrow shield against prying eyes outside.

ROGUE squealed: Wait, on the sofa?

BARD: Best position for maximum effect.

The bard gave a sly wink, patting her upper leg, and gestured for the rogue to lie over her, positioning her rear just so. Both the DM and the sorcerer, phones in hand, quickly started napping pictures as the bard occasionally moved and posed both herself and the rogue's hiney, adding to her embarrassment.

After an appropriate delay, the bard’s hand came down with a deliberate smack on the rogue’s rear. The rogue squeaked, cheeks burning, shifting slightly, and the bard smirked, letting her hand fall again with precision. "Oh, you feel that?" the bard purred, plucking the rogue’s ear playfully. After a few swats, she leaned down and yanked the rogue’s underwear fully across the curvature of her buttocks over to her upper thighs, slowly letting them slide down towards her knees. "Hey!" the rogue gasped, reaching back instinctively to tug them back up, but the bard caught her wrist, pinning it firmly behind her back with a playful tut-tut. "Not so fast, my little troublemaker," she whispered. With her free hand, she grabbed a handful of the rogue’s cheek, pinching and squishing. "Squeaky cheeks," she teased. The rogue’s breaths came in short, flustered pants, her free hand gripping the sofa for support as the bard launched into a series of very hard, deliberate >slaps<. Each smack echoed through the room, leaving the rogue squirming and shuddering, cheeks progressively reddened and body trembling.

BARD, voice in a low and teasing murmer: You like that, don’t you?

ROGUE: I do not like it!

She might've protested, but the bard saw how she bit her lips and heard the waver in her voice. There was guilty pleasure in her eyes at being manhandled like this. "Oh, come now, those little squeaks say otherwise," the bard countered, sending another >smack< down, eliciting the aforementioned startled squeak. The bard occasionally glanced toward the DM and sorcerer to pose and let them capture the moment, pushing her leg up into the rogue's groin to hover her butt a little further up into a photogenic position, angled like some kind of stretching feline.

DM: Smile for the camera, it’s for posterity!

The rogue buried her face into the sofa, her cheeks flaming with reddened handprints. She mumbled she was going to regret this come morning. Finally, the bard slowed her rhythm or her slaps and allowed the rogue to rise slightly. "All done," she murmured, releasing the rogue’s arm and letting her collect herself. The breathless rogue quickly reached down to hoist her panties back up, the skin blazing red on either side of the thin strip of black. "You were naughty, but very, very adorable", the bard teased, gathering the rogue's clothing and tossing them her way. The rogue quickly got dressed before everyone regrouped at the table.

SORCERER: I can’t believe you just did that. Do you think anyone was watching outside? The blinds were open.

DM, waving their phone: I got it all on camera! Even got a little B-roll of video.

Laughter and playful commentary rippled the party. The rogue, despite herself, let out a small, resigned chuckle, flushed and flustered. She whispered to get some of that footage herself later... claiming it was to study how to get her **** some other night.