Winner and Loser

 The ping-pong ball landed in the cup.

"Whoohoo! I won!" Juliette announced triumphantly.

"Oh come on..." Belinda answered, dejected.

"A bet's a bet!" the winner said gleefully.

"I guess..." Belinda said, looking away.

"What? Are you going to pussy out?" Juliette grinned.

"You won, can that not be enough?" pouted Nina.

"Well you would say that..." Juliette said, crossing her arms over her ample chest.

Juliette looked around at the twenty-odd people having fun and drinking in the living room.

"Come on, please... You are not really going to... spank me, are you?"

"Oh I definitely am! You lost the bet! No backsies," said Juliette.

"Nobody likes a gloater..."

"Or someone who chickens out..." Another grin.

Belinda blushed, looking down.

"Fine... Can we at least do it... Privately?" she asked, timid.

"Well, then I get an extra." Juliette said after a pause.

"What sort of extra?"

"No panties!"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But..."

"Or we can do it here in front of everyone, I don't mind!" Juliette said, her hand firmly planted on her wide hips.

Belinda looked around again. She was wearing a short skirt, a little crop top... Why had she chosen to wear stockings underneath it tonight? Sure, there was a chance that she would get in bed with Tom, but still, it was turning out to be a bad decision. Then again, so was taking that stupid bet. Bad decisions were her specialty lately, it seemed. She looked up at Juliette, who was preparing to make a scene and alert everyone.

"Fine, fine! Let us go to the bedroom..."

With a wide smile, Juliette took Belinda's hand and let her guide her upstairs. Juliette, if she was honest with herself, had had her eyes on sweet little Belinda for a while. She was exactly the type of girl she liked, a little shy, but with a wilder side underneath the bookish veneer. Well, that and her cute round ass, of course. They got to the bedroom, and she closed the door behind them.

Giggling slightly, Juliette pulled the chair from under the desk and sat on it. Belinda was looking at the floor, a finger to her lips.

"Well?" asked Juliette.

"Well what?"

"I can't see any panties on that floor..."

Biting her lips, Belinda slid her hands under her skirt, and slowly pulled her panties all the way down her long legs. She hooped it over her heels and held it in her hand, unsure of what to do with them. Juliette whistled.

"Nice! The boys downstairs would have liked that!"

Belinda said nothing. She bit her lip.

"You coming?"

Belinda nodded and came to rest over Juliette's lap, throwing the panties on the bed. She was shaking slightly. Juliette didn't wait a minute to pull her skirt up, revealing that ass that she'd been eyeing all semester. The garters framing it made it all the cuter. She purred.

"It won't be that bad, you'll see!"

"Easy for you to say!"

Juliette laughed, and her hand fell on Belinda's bottom with a sharp *SMACK!* The poor girl moaned a little cry, and the hand fell down again. She clenched her buttocks, vainly trying to soften the blows that kept coming and coming. Juliette peppered her round ass with slaps, randomly hitting right, left and center. Belinda kicked her legs, trying to escape, but the other girl was holding her firmly.

The slaps got harder, they got faster. It hurt. It burned. *Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* Juliette's hand was relentless.

 "That is enough! That is enough!" she cried, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"Do you want me to invite people in to watch?" Juliette said, sternly.

Belinda moaned a litte, pitiful "Nein..."