Requested by sadmanofstorms.
All characters are 18+
* * * * *
Chapter 1
Sophie dove forward, her arms outstretched and palms clenched together, desperate to get the deflection her team needed, but it was no use. She was inches away from the volleyball as it fell past her reach to a collective cheer from the opposite team and a groan from her own. They'd needed this point to win the set and the game, to finally get a mark in the win column at all this season, but she'd missed it.
"Shit, shit, shit!" she muttered to herself.
She laid face down on the floor, her disappointment not allowing her to get up. Her bob cut black hair created a curtain either side of her face hiding her expression. Maybe if she stayed down here long enough, the team might think she was hurt and go easy on her? No, she wouldn't get away with that, not if Vivian had anything to say about it.
Vivian was Sophie's girlfriend but in this moment she was more importantly the captain of their volleyball team. She was a harsh taskmaster who led by example being both the fittest and tallest member of the team and she had set a very specific rule prior to this game:
"We are better than the games we have been playing. Frankly it's embarrassing having to watch us lose every damn game to teams that shouldn't even be able to lace our shoes. So here's what's gonna happen: if we lose, whoever is responsible for us losing this game, including me, will have to face a forfeit. I won't tell you what it is until the game is over, but believe me you don't want to have to face it."
Leading by example and making conditions like that was easy enough when you were the best player on the team by far; Vivian knew full well that whatever this forfeit was, it would not be her taking it by any means. At 5' 11'' she was the tallest member of the team and the most athletically gifted, her long red hair seemingly betraying her fiery passion for competition, even when pulled into a practical ponytail during games and practice.
Whilst the forfeit had been an unexpected measure, and arguably an extreme one at that, it certainly seemed to have worked in some capacity. They'd played the best game they'd had all season, drawing with the opposing team two sets a piece. The final ball had been literally just that. It was the difference between winning and losing. And Sophie had messed it up.
When she finally drew herself up off the floor, the first thing she saw was Avery still sitting in the crowd, giving her their best sympathetic look. Avery was the third member of their relationship and had the kind of face that was difficult to traditionally gender but was undoubtedly pretty to look at, particularly beneath their pixie cut blonde hair. They were also easily the biggest fan the team had, but particularly Sophie and Vivian of course. Their three way relationship raised eyebrows in a lot of circles, but Sophie felt it wouldn't have worked any other way.
Vivian and Avery were two very different people; one exuded commanding confidence, the other a kind of shy eagerness to please. If Vivian was the stick in a situation, Avery was typically the carrot. Individually, Vivian would have been too intense to deal with and Avery too much of a pushover. The two of them balanced one another out as Vivian was quite happy to have an extra person to boss around and Avery was happy to have another person to please. That left Sophie to get the best from each of them.
Vivian suddenly stood between Sophie and her view of Avery, offering a hand up off the floor. She didn't look mad, just disappointed. She might have been intense, but at least she wasn't cruel. Sophie took her hand and pulled herself up.
"I'm sorry Viv," she said, dusting herself off, "I tried to get it, I really did..."
"If you'd been in the position we agreed in practice, you'd have gotten it no problem," Vivian countered. "But I don't suppose I can really claim you aren't dedicated enough after eating the floor to try and save the point. Still, I made a promise before the game and I've gotta keep it Soph..."
"I know, I know..." Sophie said with a grimace.
Chapter 2
The team stood around Vivian in the locker room, Sophie stood awkwardly opposite her and flanked on either side by her other teammates. There was Donna and Tracey, two sisters who had the typical mix of competitive drive and stubborn refusal to acknowledge one another's achievements, Leah, who served as Vivian's defacto second in command, and Charlotte, a girl who had transferred to the high school they'd all attended in their final year and had remained in the mix ever since.
Vivian was holding an envelope which she lifted and began to speak.
"In here is the forfeit I warned you all about. Unfortunately it looks like Soph will be the one who has to open it," she said, addressing them all and then handing the envelope to Sophie. "Read it out please."
Sophie took the envelope, opened it and began to read.
"As a result of causing the team even more embarrassment, you must now take on some of that embarrassment yourself. Each member of the team will..."
Sophie trailed off as she read the rest of the note internally and looked up at Vivian in horror.
"Keep reading," Vivian insisted. She didn't exactly look pleased, but there was resolve in her eyes.
"Each member of the team will now take it in turns to give you a single slap on the ass each."
Some of the other girls began to laugh under their breaths, but Vivian stepped forward and took the letter back from a traumatised Sophie.
"Hey, quit your laughter. I'm gonna keep this letter and I will be handing it out to anyone who either isn't pulling their weight or directly loses us a game. And it won't just be one team member per game either, so no deliberately trying to screw up someone else's game to try and avoid it. If you mess things up for someone else, you're in the firing line too. Everyone is eligible all of the time, understand?"
As the rest of the team nodded, Sophie tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to come. It would be so embarrassing! Their uniforms wouldn't provide much in the way of padding either, being not much more than a kind of athletic underwear in appearance. Her best hope was that her teammates felt as embarrassed about it as she did but given the way they'd laughed, she doubted that would be the case.
"Ok Soph, turn around, bend over and hands on the bench please," Vivian told her.
"Please don't make me do this," Sophie asked her.
"I'm sorry, Soph, but I'm a woman of my word and if I give you a pass just because you're my girlfriend, how can I expect anyone else to take me by my word?"
Sophie looked dejected.
"Hey," Vivian said. "If it's any consolation, I didn't want it to be you."
"Thanks, I guess," Sophie said.
She took a breath and assumed the position Vivian had told her to, with her hands on the bench her ass was firmly in the air. Vivian moved around to the other side of the bench so Sophie could see her.
"Right, Leah, you first."
Sophie could hear Leah move into position behind her.
"And remember," Vivian said, "you aren't trying to hurt Soph here, understand? Make it firm but don't take liberties. She's still our friend and teammate after all. Plus, maybe consider what might happen if you go a little too hard and you end up in this position next time..."
In a weird way Sophie appreciated that Vivian was trying to protect her, but she'd have appreciated it even more if she'd called the whole thing off instead.
Leah's slap was exactly what Vivian had asked for, firm but not violent. Regardless, Sophie yelped slightly as the smack of Leah's hand against her buttocks echoed around the room. She felt a red hot tingle starting to form where Leah's hand had struck and the initial sting quickly dulled into a vaguely sore throb.
Vivian called over Charlotte next who delivered a similarly firm slap just to the left of where the first had landed. The initial explosive sting made Sophie gasp but there was no yelp this time. The warmth from before seemed to be starting to travel around her body and not in an entirely unpleasant way either. Before she could think too much about it though, Donna was called forward and delivered a stronger slap that rippled through her body. She could tell there was maybe a little malice behind that one but oddly it didn't hurt more. Rather there was more sensation, but not necessarily more pain.
Tracey was next and clearly was trying to one up her sister as usual as her slap was the hardest yet. But Sophie didn't yelp or gasp this time. She simply shuddered. All of that warmth and sensation was beginning to pool somewhere else in her body. She didn't understand why, but in place of shame she felt something else. She felt alive.
Only Vivian remained. Sophie expected her slap to be just like Leah's but to her surprise, it was harder still than Donna's had been. She suddenly felt weak at the knees, but not from pain. This was a whole other sensation altogether.
"Right, show's over everyone," Vivian said. "Go get changed."
Chapter 3
"That sounds awful," Avery said, sitting beside Sophie on their sofa.
They had spoken to one another about the game and had gotten onto what happened after whilst Vivian showered.
"Yeah it was... er... it was really bad," Sophie replied.
