You signal to the compere that you are willing to accept Scarlett's challenge. She raises a glass to you from across the room with a mischevious half-smile.
You take in very little of the next match, nervously thinking about what might happen next. Kay keeps up a constant babble in your ear about how she is going to make Scarlett's night miserable. You find the thought of a threesome every bit as distracting as the thought of a humiliating spanking.
You only look up at the stage as the loser takes her spanking. She is a tall, good looking middle-aged woman in a smart trouser suit, beaten by a younger, grinning man. She looks ridiculous and ungainly bent over his knees, with her trousers and her panties pulled down to her knees and her wobbling bottom rudely thrust in the air.
"He's really enjoying this," Kay notes, as the grinning young man begins his work.
The compere takes you to the side of the stage, where Scarlett is bent over, looking in her handbag. You feel your cock stir at the sight of her dress, pulled tightly over her rounded ass, the outline of a thong briefly visible underneigh before she straitens.
She raises a mocking eyebrow at you and casts an eye down to the bulge in your pants. "Looks like someone is looking forward to their spanking."
"Do you want your thong up, or down? " You retort. Did she just blush? You realise that she is just as distracted as you are. Her nipples are poking through the fabric of her green dress like bullets and she is licking her lips nervously.
On the stage, the middle aged woman has broken, and is begging the younger man to stop. The price is agreed as a blowjob, and then the pair head backstage for the forfeit, the middle aged woman pausing only to gingerly do her trousers up in front of the taunting crowd. Her face is bright red.
The compere beckons you on stage. You and Kay make your way to the board, the crowd whistling and cheering.
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