Stacy learns the truth

"Diana, come on," Stacy insisted.

"No, Stacy, I don't want to," I said standing my ground.

"Come on, at least take your top off. Show off that bust of yours," Stacy said grabbing the end of my shirt and yanking it up and off of my body before I could do anything to stop her.

As soon as she did, my bikini came into view and she gasped seeing the truth now for the first time. "What the fuck?!" she yelled suddenly turning red with anger. "Where the hell did your boobs go?!"

I blushed from embarrassment and looked down in shame unable to look at Stacy. "I...I never had them," I whispered.

"Are you kidding me?! You've had a baby chest this entire time!" Stacy yelled.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lie to you, Stacy! I was just jealous and envious, and I started to use implants because mine weren't growing," I confessed.

"You've been lying to me this entire time, cheating! And that isn't even the worst part about it. Lying would be one thing, but you, you know damn well it wasn't just a lie," Stacy yelled. "It was all part of the terms. Tell me, what happened when there was a determined loser? What would happen?"

I frowned and remembered. "The loser would get spanked 10 times on the bare ass," I answered.

"When did we start this competition?" Stacy asked.

"10 years ago," I answered.

"How often would we have these competitions?" Stacy asked.

"Every month," I answered.

"How many times then, did you lie to me? How many times did you claim to have a bigger chest than me?" Stacy asked.

"Uh....120 times," I answered.

"So how many spankings would that add up to?" Stacy asked.

My jaw dropped. There was no way she was suggesting what she seemed to be implying.

"How many?" She repeated demanding an answer from me.

"1200," I answered.

"1200 spankings. And you didn't receive a single one, because every time your boobs were miraculously bigger than mine, and now I know why," Stacy said. "I think it's time for you to pay up the spankings you owe."

"You can't possibly spank me 1200 times!" I interjected. "That's too many."

"I would say it's long overdo, but you're right, I probably can't spank you that many times on my own, but you're in luck. Look around, Diana. Tell me, how many people do you think are here on this beach?" she asked.

I looked around. Because it was the 4th of July, the beach was filled with people. There had to be over 100 people... oh no.

"Over 100 people," I answered.

"So, if everyone on this beach gives you 10 spankings, I think we will meet our quota plus interest. And that is exactly what we're going to do. And remember the terms of the spanking. But since we need to add that interest in, I think we need to change some terms," Stacy said.

"What terms?" I asked.

"For starters, you're going to get spanked not just bare assed, but I think we should take that top of yours off too so that you get spanked completely naked. As for the other terms; absolutely no covering any part, spankers can spank any where they choose as long as it's not above the neck. That means they can choose to spank your small little boobs, your vagina, your bare ass, your legs, your stomach, anywhere they please basically. But I think we both know what the favored targets will be, you can't rub any of your parts that are spanked, although we should probably put sunscreen on you so you don't burn, of course no photos or videos allowed that will still be the rule, but afterwards you are to remain naked the entire time until every other person leaves the beach or goes inside. You are to be the last one to leave even if that means you have to sleep outside," Stacy said.

I listened to the terms and nodded. "Okay, it's only fair. I agree to the terms," I said knowing that protesting would only make it worse.

"Get stripping then," Stacy ordered.

I gulped this was going to be a long day.