She was back at Vicki’s chair before the laugher finally died down. “Nubbin has something to blow on, or more accurately something to suck on. Tonight we are going to see if Beat Girl can suck Nubbin to orgasm before I drive her to orgasm by pounding her ass with this paddle.”
She reached behind the chair and held up a thick wooden paddle. No wonder she wanted the program to be spontaneous. Either Vicki or I or maybe both of us might have backed out if we had known for sure what was planned.
Shirley suddenly turned toward the audience and shouted, “How many of you are into pain?… receiving, not giving?”
A surprising number of people cheered. Most of the voices sounded female.
“So you know,” Shirley continued, “that in a proper pain session, you have to start with a warm up.”
Several voices yelled out their agreement.
“Time to draw our first door prize,” she said. “Some lucky member of our audience tonight is going to get to come up here on stage and warm up Beat Girl with a 50 swat hand spanking.”
Tommy the bartender walked out on stage carrying a heavy wooden chair and a large glass jar filled with slips of paper. He set the chair down at the front of the stage to the right of Vicki and then held out the jar to Shirley.
Shirley made a big show stirring the papers in the jar and then stuck her hand way in and pulled out a single slip. “Oops,” she said, “got two of them,” and she threw the slip back into the jar.
The audience couldn’t see what I saw. She had palmed a slip in advance. The drawing was rigged! What was she up to?
She turned and faced the audience, “Brad Summers, are you out there?”
There was a bunch of wild applause from Brad’s friends and he came bounding up onto the stage. Shirley had him sit down on the chair and then she crooked her finger over at me calling me to my fate.
I walked slowly over to Brad. As I passed Shirley, I hissed “Traitor” at her. She ignored me and began instructing Brad. “Remember, this is a warm up. Start out firm and slow and then build up to hard and fast.”
I lay down over Brad’s lap and he rubbed his hands over my butt. Suddenly he leaned down close to me and said, “Hello, Maddi.”
I stiffened on his lap and he continued, “I’m shit for remembering faces, Maddi, but I never forget an ass, especially an ass like yours.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “Now warm it up for me, and please keep Beat Girl’s little secret.”
“Anything for you,” he answered. “Maybe we can repeat that night some time.” He started swatting. “But I don’t think so,” he continued. “Things just came together. You can never repeat something like that.” His swats were getting stronger and faster. “But I will always have my memories, and after tonight, I will have these memories, too.”
This wasn’t fair. This was supposed to be a warm up spanking and I was about ready to pop my cork. The thought that he knew who I was and remembering that night was so humiliating and embarrassing. That was adding to the swats and I was climbing orgasm hill a lot faster than I had intended.
Then I heard Shirley’s voice, “Whoa, cowboy, whoa. Fifty! Only fifty. We don’t want Beat Girl losing before the contest even starts do we?”
The audience laughed, thinking that she was kidding, but she and Brad knew that she was very, very close to the truth.
“I think we need to level the playing field a little,” yelled Shirley out to the audience. She reached again behind Vicki’s chair and brought out a huge, battery powered Magic Wand. She turned it on to high and held her microphone up next to it so the humming filled the room through the speakers. Vicki’s eyes were wide and she was shaking her head from side to side and thrashing her legs like she was trying to get out of the chair.
Shirley stood slightly to the side so she wasn’t blocking the audience’s view of Nubbin’s nub, and then thrust the vibrator firmly up against Vicki’s clit. Her “nnngh, nnngh, nnngh” was loud enough to be heard throughout the room even with Shirley’s mic switched off.
Shirley held the vibrator in place for almost a minute and then announced, “I think that is enough.”
She turned around and asked me, “Are you ready?”
I nodded my head yes.
She turned back and flicked Vicki’s clit again and said, “Nubbin’s ready.”
“The rules are simple,” she said. “I try my best to get you off with the paddle while you try your best to get Nubbin off with your tongue and mouth. The loser gets a session on the spanking bench with members of the audience swinging paddles and canes and then a session between the restraint poles while five specially-chosen members of the audience replace the Beat Girl TAZapper robots.”
The audience was going wild. So was Vicki. Shirley hadn’t told us any of this. I was starting to wonder what further surprises Shirley had up her sleeve, but there wasn’t anything here that wasn’t in a regular Beat Girl session, so I knew that I could handle it.
I nuzzled in close between Nubbin’s legs and started slurping and Beat Cat started pounding on my ass. The crowd was stomping and clapping in time with the swats from the paddle. This was not only degrading and humiliating and painful, it was WEIRD. These people were kinkier than I was.
I could feel an orgasm building within me. Shirley knew how to read my body and she was pushing me toward that big finish, but then the blows got slightly lighter and I started slipping back down the mountainside. I don’t know if her arm was tiring or she just wasn’t paying close enough attention, but I would get close and then there wasn’t enough smack in the swat to take me over the top.
Regardless of what Shirley did, I kept licking and sucking on Vicki’s now rigid mini-penis clit. It was starting to throb and I halfway expected her to spurt cum into my mouth at any minute. Then Shirley started really laying it into me with the paddle.
Dammit! I knew what she was doing. She was keeping us in sync so that we would pop at the same time. The initial drawing was rigged, the contest was rigged, the whole thing was a big fake to create the best show for the people.
Well, the show must go on. I was almost there and so was Vicki. Shirley slammed a really hard one into my ass and I sucked on Vicki’s clit like I was trying to draw a thick milkshake up a straw. She exploded and so did I. I don’t know if it was cum or what, but she squirted something into my mouth as she grunted and thrashed in an intense orgasm. I turned my head and slipped her out of my mouth so I wouldn’t accidentally bite down on her as an equally intense orgasm tore through my body.
“We have a tie,” shouted Shirley. “We have a tie.” Then she shouted to the audience “So what should we do? Are they both winners who get to go home? Or are they both losers who have to face the consequences?”
She held her microphone out to the audience, but it wasn’t needed. The shout of “Losers!!!!” shook the building.
The two security men who were guarding the front of the stage, dashed backstage and both soon returned with two identical spanking benches that they just happen to have brought with them from the city. This performance was starting to more and more closely resemble professional wrestling. The pain is real, but the outcome is pre-determined.