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Part 58

As Pam was retrieving the cookie dough, Neal, Mark and Rob walked into the kitchen. All three of them stopped short, surprised by the rear view of Pam in only her apron, her blue-pantied butt in the open air.

Neal whistled softly, and Pam spun around, instantly blushing. Neal smiled and said, "My compliments to the chef."

Pam scowled at him, and instinctively put her hands to her sides, smoothing the sides of the apron. Tim said, "Don't let us bother you, Pam. Those cookies aren't going to prepare themselves."

She gave him a dirty look, but he just grinned at her, and in a moment she took a deep breath, reached behind her to tug both sides of her panties down to cover as much of her round little buns as she could, then forced herself to turn back toward the counter.

She busied herself making individual cookies out of the dough and placing them on the pan that Tim had thoughtfully provided, while all four males in the room had their eyes locked on her slender legs and perky butt, which wriggled slightly as she kneaded the cookies into shape.

"How did you ever pull this off?" Neal asked Tim.

Rob said, "These girls are gorgeous. What could they have done that made them panic enough that they'll let you make them play half-naked waitress for you?"

"For us," Tim corrected him. "And you're welcome."

Mark said, "Thank you, thank you!"

"I never thought you had it in you!" Neal said, admiringly.

As Pam half-turned to get some more cookie dough, Rob lifted his eyes from her snug blue panties to her pretty, blushing face, half in profile to him. "What did you do to deserve this, Pam?"

She clenched her jaw, but said nothing.

"She was a very naughty young lady," Tim said. "And she deserves everything that's happening to her tonight. Isn't that right, Pam?" When she didn't respond for a moment, Tim insisted. "Isn't that right?"

She sighed. "Yes. I deserve this."

Tim smiled at his friends. "Honesty is always the best policy."

"What did they do?!" Rob said. "This is driving me crazy!"

"You'll never know," Tim said. "But you're benefiting from their punishment, and that's all you need to know."

As he was speaking, Pam finished kneading the last of the cookies into shape. She lifted the pan, then bent to pull down the door of the oven. As she did so, her sexy little panties stretched into a partial wedgie, and Tim saw his opportunity. As more of Pam's buns slipped into view, she bent forward enough that the little pouch of blue fabric beneath her butt revealed the cutest rear view of a camel toe.

Tim stepped forward and reached out with his right hand, making a fist and extending his right thumb upwards. He jabbed it gently up into Pam's camel toe and said, "Whoop!"

The startled brunette hopped forward, slamming the pan onto the oven rack, then spinning and slapping at Tim's arm. "You asshole!"

The guys were laughing, and so was Tim, but he waggled a finger at Pam, whose outraged look immediately turned worried. Tim turned back to his friends. "Why don't you guys head back into the living room. You don't want to see this."

"I think we do," Mark said, as Rob said, "We absolutely do!" at the same moment.

Tim said, "Go on. We'll join you in a minute."

The guys smiled at Pam and protested good naturedly, then turned and left. Pam said, "Come on. I didn't mean anything by that."

"I know," Tim said, "I just surprised you."

"Yes."

"You acted instinctively, without even thinking."

"Exactly," she agreed.

"That's why I'm not mad," Tim said. "Now close that oven door, and clean off the counter. Pam looked at him for a moment, then turned to do as he said.

Tim stepped forward, grabbed the sides of Pam's panties and tugged them down and over her butt, letting them fall to her ankles. She yipped and started to turn, but Tim put one hand in the small of her back, and tapped one of her calves with the other. "Kick them off.

Pam started to protest, thought better of it, then stepped out of her panties and kicked them to one side. Tim retrieved them and put them in his pocket. "That's better. When the cookies are done, put them on a plate and bring them in and serve them. And try to position yourself carefully, because you are going to feel pretty silly if everybody sees the bright red handprint on your pale white ass."

"I don't have a--" Pam started to say, before Tim gave a stinging slap to her right butt cheek with his right hand.

"Yowch!" Pam said, hopping away from him. She turned and glared at him, reaching around behind her, but Tim's words stopped her.

"Don't rub it!" She froze, her right hand halfway into position to rub the rising sting out of her spanked cheek. "Unless you want a matching one on the other side..." he said, leaving the thought hanging.

Pam glared for another few seconds, then turned back to her work. Tim looked at her luscious, now-bared bottom. His handprint was now a barely visible pink, and he knew that it would redden up quite nicely by the time the cookies were done.

He said, "I'm going to rejoin our guests. But I could pop my head in here at any moment, and if I catch you rubbing that naughty little ass of yours, I'm going to strip off that apron and put you over my knee in front of everybody, and I will spank you until you're crying like a baby."

Pam didn't say anything, and after a moment, Tim turned and left the room.

Pam stole a glance back over her shoulder, and saw that he was gone. She could feel the rising heat in her exposed tush, but she didn't dare try to sooth it. Instead, she set the timer on the oven, and started cleaning up, trying not to think of what she must look like from behind, wearing only the apron that revealed more than it hid.

Tim peeked his head back around the corner to the kitchen, hoping to catch Pam trying to rub the sting out of her sexy, spanked butt. But she was dutifully cleaning up, as ordered. He watched the attractive sight for a moment, then turned and walked into the living room.

"Okay," he announced, getting everyone's attention. "While the lovely Pam is preparing some cookies, it's time to tell you the prop bets for the second half."

Several of the guys grinned, and the girls gave each other worried looks. "What's a 'prop bet'?" Mia asked.

Anna said, "I don't know, but I don't like the sound of it."

"What's a prop bet?" Julie asked Tim.

"It's a tactic to appeal to compulsive gamblers," Tim said. "Traditional bets involve who's going to win, and by how many points. Prop bets are more gimmicky."

Neal said, "Like betting on which team will win the coin toss."

Rob said, "Or whether one of the defenses will score a touchdown in the game."

Mark said, "Or about how many turnovers there will be in the game."

"Are you all compulsive gamblers?" Anna asked sarcastically.

Tim said, "I'll bet that you'll end up with a red butt if you keep it up with that tone."

Anna frowned.

Neal said, "That's not a real prop bet." He looked around the room, and his eyes fell on a bookshelf in the corner. He retrieved a book with a lot of light red in the dust jacket design and held it up. "A better bet will be that Anna's butt gets as red as this if she keeps it up."

The guys laughed, while the other girls suppressed smiles, and Anna crossed her arms and glared.

"So what are the stakes for the prop bets?" Mark asked.

Ted said. "For the first bet, the losers have to remove one item of clothing. For the second, the losers get five swats."

The girls looked at each other, and at themselves. Mia and Kaitlyn still had their small skirts on (but no panties), along with their shirts and bras. Julie and Anna were wearing just their white panties down below, plus their shirts and bras.

"First," Ted said, "will be whether the Baltimore kick returner will take the kickoff out past the 30 yard line or not. Second will be what's the over/under for points scored in the 3rd quarter."

Everyone looked at each other, doing some quick calculations. The guys were immediately happy, because the kickoff return bet meant that one pair of females were going to be losing an item of clothing immediately.

Julie impulsively said, "We'll bet that the kick returner takes the ball past the 30."

"No!" Anna said quickly, giving Julie a dirty look. "We'll take the other side of that bet."

"No take-backs!" Kaitlyn said. She wasn't sure why, but she figured that if Anna wanted the other side of the bet, there must be a reason.

Tim nodded. "Julie and Anna need the kick returner to get past the 30."

"You dope!" Anna said to Julie.

The pretty blonde frowned. "Why? That return guy is fast. He can get it past the 30 easily."

Anna crossed her arms. Tim grinned at her, and said, "Explain it to her."

Anna gave Tim a dirty look, and then turned to Julie. "More than half of the kicks are so long that they go into the end zone, and when that happens, the receiving team automatically gets the ball at the 25."

Mia said, "Yes!" She and Kaitlyn fist-bumped. Kaitlyn said, "Look who knows so much about football!"

Anna said, "I was raised with two brothers. I picked up a little bit."

Julie looked at her shoes and said, "I'm sorry."

Anna said, "Forget it. Maybe we'll get lucky."

Tim liked her a little more for saying that.

From the kitchen, Pam said, "The cookies are ready."

"Great!" Tim said, smiling at the other guys. "Please bring them in."

Part 59

Pam came into the room wearing only the apron, and the guys wolf whistled. She skirted around the front of the room and then approached the crowd from the front, doing her best to keep her exposed tush out of the sight line of everyone. She reached Anna first, and bent forward slightly so that Anna and Tim could each take a cookie.

"I like that look on you--" Anna started to say, then stopped. As Pam leaned forward, Anna got a quick glimpse of her perky left breast and nipple, bared under the apron.

"Whoa!" Anna said, grinning. "I was going to say that you look like a proper little '50s housewife, but they usually wore shirts under their aprons!"

The guys chuckled while Pam gave Anna dirty look. As Pam moved down to the next couple -- Julie and Neal -- Anna leaned far forward, and was delighted to discover what she had suspected.

"Oooh," she said in a sing-song voice, "looks like someone is bottomless under her apron, too!"

Pam half-turned, her face turned red with a combination of anger and embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, that gave the others in the room a clear rear view, and a wave of snickers and giggling followed.

"That looks like it hurt," Mia said, commenting on the perfectly formed red hand print on Pam's perfectly formed pale ass cheek.

Pam turned back and distributed the rest of the cookies and then retreated quickly to the kitchen, with every eye on her adorably wiggling bare bottom.

Anna looked satisfied with herself, until Rob said, "Turn the sound back up, they're just about ready to start the second half."

And just as Anna had feared, the kicker drove the ball high and far down field. The returner was positioned a few yards in front of the goal line, and as he trotted forward, allowing the ball to sail over his head for a touchback, Anna said, "No!"

The announcer on screen said, "So the Ravens will start the first drive of the second half on their 25."

Kaitlyn said, "Yes!" and she fist-bumped Mia.

Julie said, "Sorry," to Anna, but before that registered, Kaitlyn said, "Off with the undies!"

Anna and Julie looked down at their brief white panties, blushing. Julie said, "We should be able to decide what we take off!"

Tim raised a hand, and everyone looked at him. He looked at Kaitlyn and Mia and said, "If I let you choose for them, they'll get to choose for you next time."

Kaitlyn looks at Anna's angry expression and Julie's pleading one, and she subconsciously tugged at her short skirt, knowing that she'll soon be bottomless if Anna has anything to say about it.

Kaitlyn relented. "They can choose."

Anna and Julie sighed with relief, and removed their shirts. As Tim stepped forward to take them, though, both women looked down at themselves, their nipples obvious in the sheer white bras. They'd been so worried about exposing their bare pussies and asses that they hadn't thought about that.

As the realization sunk in, a combination of the cooler air and their own embarrassment brought two sets of nipples into a perky, erect state. Julie crossed her arms defensively, and both women sat down.

Tim jumped up, remembering something, and jogged into the kitchen, returning with a pen and a scrap of paper for each pair of young women. "Write your guess about the total points that both teams -- added together -- will score in the third quarter."

Each pair of women consulted with each other, whispering so that the others couldn't hear them. The guys enjoyed watching their deliberations, because there was something crazy sexy about watching two pairs of young women in that situation.

Their serious, calculating expressions made an enticing contrast with the skimpy way they were dressed, and their dramatic lipstick and make-up, combined with their hair up in adorable pigtails. After a frantic minute of whispered discussion, each team wrote a number on their piece of paper, and handed it to Tim.

"What were their guesses?" Mark asked, but Tim shook his head. "I'll reveal that at the end of the third quarter."

Luckily for the women, the third quarter was a low-scoring affair. Both teams' defenses -- their supposed strengths -- had made halftime adjustments, and kept their opponents from getting into the red zone for the most of the quarter.

The Ravens made a sustained drive that took them almost into field goal range with 2 minutes left in the quarter, and Anna and Julie were sweating.

But then disaster struck: Baltimore tried a screen pass into the flat, and the Pittsburgh defensive back jumped the route, picking off the pass and taking it the length of the field for a touchdown.

Anna and Julie jumped off the couch and high fived each other. Mia and Kaitlyn were stunned, but the four guys happily watched the other two attractive women, dancing and embracing each other in just their sheer white bras and panties. Their round rumps jiggled in the panties, while their perky breasts -- especially Anna's impressive larger ones -- bounced and vibrated deliciously.

After a moment's exuberance, Julie and Anna realized the show they were inadvertently putting on, and sat down.

Attention turned back to Mia and Kaitlyn. With nothing on under their short skirts, the decision was an easy one: off came the shirts.

Kaitlyn's breasts were larger, but Mia's smaller ones looked just as appealing on her petite frame, and her nipples were prominent and erect, their brown coloring showing through her sheer bra.

Pittsburgh made the extra point, and the quarter ended with Pittsburgh leading, 31-24.

"Who won the third quarter scoring bet?" Mark asked immediately. Tim retrieved the two pieces of paper, and all eyes were on him.

"As you know, only 7 points were scored in the third quarter," he said. "Mia and Kaitlyn guessed that... 10 points would be scored."

"Dammit!" Anna said, and the guys began grinning at each other.

"While Anna and Julie guessed," Tim continued, "that 14 points would be scored."

The guys clapped, while Julie and Anna blushed. Anna said, "The morons scored 48 points in the first two quarters, and they couldn't even score 14 in the third?!"

Tim pulled a chair into the middle of the room, grinning. "Okay ladies, please step forward and accept your punishment." He waved at the other guys, and they lined up, with Mark sliding into the chair first. Mark slapped his thigh and smiled at the girls.

Anna stepped forward with a stoic look on her pretty features; she wanted this over

with. She walked up to the chair and quickly lowered herself over Mark's lap. Her long legs and firm bottom looked amazing, but just as Mark raised his hand to give her the first spank, Tim spoke.

"Of course, the traditional prop bet spankings are accompanied by wedgies."

"Really?" Mark said, excited. "I- I mean, of course they are." His smile was a mile wide.

Anna looked back over her shoulder in anger. "No way! You never said anything about that!"

"I would have thought that someone who grew up with brothers and knows so much about football would know that rule," Tim said, grinning at the outraged brunette.

"There's no such rule, you shithead!"

Tim leaned forward and grabbed the top of Anna's panties, then tugged them upwards. The flimsy garment disappeared into her gluteal cleft, baring her gorgeous buns completely.

Anna squirmed and tried to get up, but Mark put her arm firmly in her back. "This is as bad as wearing nothing!" she spat.

"Oh really?" Tim said. "So I guess I might as well remove those useless panties?"

Anna said, "NO!" She forced herself to bite her tongue, and turned back away, looking at the floor.

"Are you sure?" Tim said teasingly.

"I'm sure," she said in an acid, but quiet tone.

"All right then." He nodded at Mark, who gave Anna's bare bottom five crisp spanks.

She got up and stood beside the chair, forcing herself not to rub her buns or pick out the wedgie, while Neal took Mark's place. He gave Anna's pinkening cheeks five spanks, followed by five more from Rob.

By the time Tim sat down, Anna's butt was a dark pink, and she didn't meet his eyes as she laid across his lap. He let a hand rest comfortably on her firm right cheek, and slid it up and down, appreciating the warmth of the soft skin. He felt her quiver with a small chill under his palm.

Tim spanked Anna's gorgeous derriere five times, after which she quickly got to her feet. She reached behind her, then stopped, giving Tim a questioning look. He felt himself getting even harder, as he realized that the strong-willed feminist was asking his permission to remove her wedgie.

He smiled at her and said, "Go ahead."

Her renewed blush told him that she had been thinking the same thing he was, and she quickly tugged out the wedgie and returned to her seat.

Julie was next, and the shorter, pretty blonde was a delight to spank. She didn't resist when Mark tugged her panties up into a wedgie, nor when he ran a hand lightly over each of her round little cheeks.

She took the four sets of spanks without complaint, then hopped back to her feet and looked back over her shoulder at her warm bottom. Her fairer skin was redder than Anna's had been, and she quickly picked out her wedgie and took her seat on the couch.

"Okay," Tim said, clapping his hands. "One more quarter to go!"

"Let's go offense!" Rob said, and the other guys laughed.