The day of the cheerleader's finals came, and I deliberately kept my distance. I wanted them to win for my sister and Gemma too much. I knew where the post-party celebrations were being held and waited to find out the result there.
I stormed around to Liz's house, and already the place was rocking with loud celebratory music interspersed with cheers and chants from about three dozen inebriated youthful lungs. They had won!
I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door in tandem against the wall of sound, and soon a drunken Liz opened the door to me!
"James!" She squealed and jumped at me wrapping her legs around me and started to hug and kissed me,
"We won!" She hollered as she dismounted still in her cheerleader outfit.
"Congratulations, well done,' I declared as buoyantly as possible but still well short of the playful exuberance of the party.
Liz took me by the hand and dragged me into the living room full of the victorious girl hordes of the winning team.
"It's James!" yelled Liz and immediately, the partying crowd dropped their chant and welcomed me hysterically.
"James, James, James!" They roared tunelessly still in their cheerleader outfits quickly drowning out the music. They toasted me with bottled beverages half imbibed, their drunkenness making me uneasy in my temperate state.
"A man!" Provocatively shouted an anonymous voice from a corner. The cry was nuanced with all sorts associated lewd connotations.
"Do you want us to sing you happy birthday again?" Cried Mandy.
"No thanks I'm just here to find Sally," I quickly dismissed.
Sally came running in from the kitchen.
"James, We won!"
"Really? I wondered what all the noise was about?"
"Sarcastic pratt!"
"No seriously, well done."
"Hey, you're just the man to execute the fines!"
"Fines?" I puzzled as a few half-hearted attempts to sing happy birthday to me died in confusion.
The usually severe Sandra walked to me, her face flushed through the effects of alcohol.
"Hello, James," she slurred as she draped her arm around my neck to address the team, "Who here objects to James carrying out the penalties for the fines?" she slurred.
"No one objects!" vigorously shouted Mandy, bringing instant unification to the carefree mob.
The team voiced their agreement as Sandra drunkenly swayed around my neck, a beer bottle in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other.
"How are you getting on with my panties?" she whispered in my ear before bursting out laughing.
I became a little uneasy; this was not the prim and proper Sandra I knew, one of ballbusting, straight-faced solemnity.
"But first girls what is going to be the punishment?" she requested.
A murmur went through the team in thought, and for an instant, the music could be heard just as Sally shouted, "A spanking!"
A high-pitched hysterical squeal of agreement came from the team who excitedly jumped around.
"A spanking, a spanking!" they concurred as I looked at Sally broadly grinning. I smiled back at her, somehow trying to convey that everything was all right at home.
A chair was hastily brought forward for me to sit on as Sandra acted out her role as judge reading from her adjudicating sheet. The team had all individually marked how many mistakes individuals had made.
"Mandy!" Shouted Sandra, "Five mistakes!"
"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" chanted the girl as Mandy confidently made her way to the front of the girls, looked them all in the eye, dived across my lap and lifted her skirt.
"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" went up the chant again as I studied Mandy's sturdy bottom. He white panties were visually sweaty and a sweet aroma of sweat, bottom smells, and pussy wafted under my nose.
I thought Mandy was up for the challenge and so I whacked down on her muscular ass hard from the off!
"One!" sounded the mob laughing as Mandy suddenly become very pliable after she had taken the blow. I pushed her down on my lap, stopping her having any thoughts of escaping and smashed down on her hard ass again. Mandy cried aloud causing the mob to cheer at her discomfort.
"Two!" they cried, "Not so lippy now, are you?" Came a voice from a clandestine position.
Mandy's fight had gone after just two spanks, and by the third, she was kicking and crying throughout her ordeal.
"Three!" they cried, "don't go easy on her," they bayed, enjoying their teammate struggling to take her punishment. I eased up on the next spank much to the displeasure of the onlookers.
"Four!" they groaned," Give it to her!" They demanded, and I aimed the next spank low and hard just above her pussy. The sound snapped off her hard ass, and she screamed, kicked and hollered in a futile exercise in trying to make the pain abate.
Time was the only thing that could do that, but she kicked and writhed for all she was worth anyway.
"Five!" they all cheered, "One for luck," shouted someone and I immediately lashed down plump in the middle of her ass.
"You bastard," cried Mandy jumping off my lap and putting her hands on her thrashed derriere. She unashamedly jumped and tried to rub some comfort into her stinging ass.
Sandra walked to the fore again with her execution notes and read off the next prisoner to be chastised.
"Next is Liz, with two mistakes," Sandra declared.
"Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!" chanted the girls yet again as poor little Liz timorously tiptoed to my chair.
"Oh no!" she half sobbed with worry while I was beginning to revel in my position as executioner.
"Over my lap, Skirt up!" I demanded as the slight fragile Liz nervously crawled over my lap.
She had declined to lift her skirt, which I enjoyed as it gave me the pleasure of exposing her cute little ass.
"So I must prepare the prisoner!" I declared, "Bear witness to the lifting of the skirt!" I called out as little Liz groaned in embarrassment. I lifted the skirt slowly for maximum humiliation.
'Liz's panties had ridden up into her ass crack, a sight I wasn't pleased with, and so I repositioned them.
"What are you doing?" irately cried, Liz. I needed to stamp my authority immediately or lose my job.
"Silence!" I bellowed and spanked Liz hard on her bony little bottom.
