1F/F Humiliation / Spank / Bondage

OK, it was a stupid bet, I know it was a stupid bet, but we were at a Super Bowl party and I had a little too much to drink and everyone was egging me on all the way. 

My name is Shelly and I work in a data processing center in Minneapolis with 22 other women.  The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes back to before I started working there 6 years ago.  Every year the entire office gets together for a “girls only” Super Bowl party, and every year there are stupid bets made between “the girls.” Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever.  Like I said, they are stupid bets, but this one has to be the stupidest one ever.

I am originally from Phoenix and Kelly is originally from Pittsburgh, so it was inevitable that we would be rooting for our home town teams and no surprise that there would be some sort of bet between us.  What was surprising was that both Kelly and I came to the party in cheerleader outfits.  We both had been cheerleaders in high school and both of us could still fit into our outfits and our outfits were the team colors, so we both came dressed to proclaim our loyalty to the team and to flaunt our stuff.  After all not everyone can still look hot in their high school cheerleading outfit nine years later.

Before the game ever began we agreed on a bet.  The loser would have to be a cheerleader for the winning team at work on Monday.  Since no customers ever actually come into the data processing center, and since the shift supervisor was at the party with us - and a little drunk - there wasn’t going to be any problem with that.

Things started out really bad for me.  Pittsburgh scored a touchdown in the first quarter and then a field goal in the second.  Kelly was really giving me a hard time, but then we came back with a touchdown and made it 10 to 7.  I decided to up the ante.  I suggested to Kelly that if Pittsburgh won by more than 3 points, I would wear a Pittsburgh cheerleader outfit not only Monday, but all week.  If it was less than 3 points, she would wear my Cardinal outfit all week.  She agreed and all the other women from the office cheered and yelled to encourage us.

Then the impossible happened and a defensive back intercepted on the goal line and ran it back 100 yards for a touchdown.  During the half-time all the women from the office started giving me a really bad time about how I was going to lose and that I would look really cute in a Steelers cheerleader outfit. 

I said that Phoenix wasn’t out of it and would come back in the second half, and then Kelly suggested we up the bet - cheerleader skirt, but no tights.  The loser would be totally naked beneath the skirt.  I know I shouldn’t have, but I agreed.  Even if I lost, it was only women in the office, and at my desk nothing really showed - though I had a feeling that whoever lost would be the one sent to get anything that was needed out of the filing cabinet, espicially from the bottom drawer.

Everyone cheered and laughed and then Sara, the shift supervisor said, “Naked means totally naked, no tights, no panties, no hair.  Smooth and naked as the day you were born.”  Both Kelly and I looked at her in amazement, but then we both said together, “Agreed.”

The second half didn’t begin well at all.   Pittsburgh scored again and took the score to 20 to 7.  I must have looked a little nervous because Kelly began to tease me and asked, ‘Do you want out of your bet?”  I was way past my normal two drink limit or I wouldn’t have said anything and besides that, at that moment the cameras zoomed in on a fam in the stands who was bare-chested and painted in Cardinal colors.  He was probably more drunk that I was.  Looking at the screen, I responded, “No way.  Let’s take it up another notch.  The loser has to paint themselves in the winning colors, just like that idiot on TV.”

Kelly laughed and said, “You all heard her.  She wants to paint her tits in steeler black and gold.”  I responded, “No, you are going to be painting you whole body Red and White.”  Kelly said to everyone, “You girls are our witnesses. The bet is painted tits at work for a week.”  Everyone laughed and someone yelled, “To painted tits,” and everyone toasted our bet.

After a few minutes it hit me what I had actually bet.  If I lost I was going to be spending a week at work in nothing but a cheerleader skirt with my upper body painted black and gold. 

I was starting to think I had really made a big mistake but then things began to turn around in the fourth quarter.  We picked up a quick touch down and then late in the quarter we sacked them in the end zone for a safety followed shortly thereafter by a touchdown.  It was now 20 to 16 and we had the ball.  I figured we would at least get a field goal before the end of the game and decided to go for broke.  “Let’s put this bet over the top,” I said to Kelly.  If Pittsburgh doesn’t win by at least 4 points, you end up totally naked at work painted red and white.  And you have to buy the body paint.”

Kelly replied, “I’ll take that bet and up the ante.  The loser gets spanked by everyone here.  One swat for each point in the point spread.   And that happens today and every day next week before you start work and at the end of the day.”

All the women were yelling and cheering.  I did some quick math in my head and realized that would be 44 smacks twice a day for a week.  I almost said no, but Diane put her arms into a wing position and started clucking at me like a chicken.  So, I said, “It’s a bet.”

At that point I was pretty sure I had a high risk of losing, but then we got another touch down.  It was 23 - 20 Cardinals.  I decided to rub it in and taunted Kelly, “Are you ready for your spanking?  Do you have a supply of red and white body paint?”

She looked very upset, but replied, “We will come back.”

I couldn’t resist and said, “If you are so sure, let’s take it up another notch.  The spanking is with a leather belt, not with someone’s hand.”

The ladies all went “ooooooooooh” and looked at Kelly.  She said, “You’re on.  I am going to enjoy beating your ass red, even if it is painted gold and black.”   A new toast was proclaimed, “To painted asses,” and everyone laughed and cheered.

I was very confident and also very drunk so I made the final bet.  The best they could hope for was a field goal and that would take it to a tie with the ball going to us.  “One more step,” I said.  “The loser has to go down on the winner right here in front of everyone.  And by loser, I mean if the Steelers don’t win by at least 4 points.” 

That brought another round of “ooooh’s” from the other women and one of them said, “I think the loser should do us all!”   Kelly hesitated a moment and then said, “You’re on.”

I was really looking forward to seeing Kelly lap two dozen pussies and I could picture her sitting at her desk naked, painted red and white.  I was dreaming of the glory of next week.  I could see it all.  I was even contemplating bringing my spray body glitter to work with me just to add some highlights to Kelly’s body paint - and then they scored another touchdown. 

27 - 23.  It was a four point lead.

Now it was time for me to be upset.  It would be tough, but we still had time to get into position for a field goal.   Phoenix might lose the game, but the spread would be less than 4 points.    I decided to take it to the limit.  “Loser becomes the winners slave for a week and spends her time at the winners apartment tied up by the winner when she isn’t lapping pussy or at the office trying to get her work done naked with a vibrator up her cunt.”

Kelly looked at me and said, “Girl, you are getting in way over your head, but I accept that final bet.”  That brought a huge cheer from the rest of the women from the office.

She didn’t know it, but I had her trapped.  I had watched the Cardinals all season and knew they were good with the field goal.  It would be relatively easy to get in field goal range and bring the spread below 4 points.  Relatively easy, that is, if you don’t fumble. 

As the final whistle blew, Kelly looked me in the eye and said “Slave, strip!”

I did, and then she took off her tights and pointed at her cunt and said, “Lick, and ladies, while Shelly is busy on my pussy, I think you all need to start warming up her ass.  I think it is 4 swats each.  And if you don’t think that is enough, remember, it will be 4 more twice tomorrow and the next day and the next all week.

I took off my cheerleader outfit.  I was suddenly very sober as I crawled over to where Kelly was sitting and put my face between her legs.  As I started to lick, I heard a loud smack and felt the fire of a doubled up belt on my ass.  It was going to be a very, very long week.