Her: You suck at this game.
"Pssh, no! You just have... beginner's luck or something!"
Her: Is that why I nearly double your score right now?
"Just shut up and play!"
Her: You know what I'm thinking about right now?
"I don't care."
Her: I'm thinking about that stupid smug look you had on your face when I agreed to the silly forfeit you suggested. Ya know, the one where the loser agreed to be spanked by the winner?
*unintelligible grumbling sound*
Her: Ha! You were soooo confident you were gonna beat me. You were bragging about how you were gonna put me over your knee and spank me for every point that you gained over me... I rather like that idea.
"Hey, it's not over yet!"
Her: Oh sweetie, it was over from the start. I mean look at this, I'm absolutely dominating you. I've completely undressed you virtually, and pretty soon I'm about to undress you, literally.
"Wait, what? We never agreed to that!"
Her: I think it's fitting, given the circumstances. I owned you like a bitch at your own game, so I should get to spank you like a bitch. And bitches don't get to wear clothes.
"But I still have a chance to win. It's slim, but as long as you don't-"
Her: Do this?
"... Do that..."
Her: Tell me again how you can still win?
"I... I can't..."
Her: You... can't? You mean... you're destined to..
"...lose... I lost."
Her: Making you the...?
"...Loser."
Her: And making me the...?
"Winner."
Her: Oh. So does that mean my hypothesis earlier was correct? That I just spanked you at your own game? That I made you my little bitch?
*Sigh* "Yes."
Her: Yes, what?
"Yes, you made me your bitch."
Her: And what do bitches wear?
"Oh come on! Are you really gonna make me-"
Her: Put the controller down, bitch.
"But I can still get some points and-"
Her: Now, bitch!
"Ok, geez..."
Her: Good, now undress.
"Oh my god, do I have to???"
Her: For every second you continue to stall I'm going to spank you that many more times.
"Ok, ok! Here... There's my shoes..And my socks..."
Her: Faster, bitch!
"I'm going! Jeez I almost tripped just now stepping out of my pants!"
Her: You're a clumsy little bitch aren't you?
"I, uh... er, well I guess... Anyway, here's my shirt as well. Is that good enough?"
Her: Come here, bitch.
"What uh... what are you gonna... WHOA!"
Her: Get over my knee!
*Smack, smack, smack*