Total Loss

I fell to my knees in horror. We'd lost. We'd lost badly.

The scoreboard said 4-3. The Cooktown Sheilas had officially lost the Regional Women's Soccer Championships. The siren had rung out, the crowd was cheering, and the other team were hugging and high-fiving. I looked over to Gabrielle, our striker - a gorgeous blonde with a crewcut - who looked back at me sadly and shook her head.

All that work! We'd clawed our way to the final two, training our hearts out, only for it to be snatched out of our hands at the last minute. I buried my face in my hands. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. It was Sierra, our centre-back - a gorgeous redhead.

"Hey, it's okay, babe," she said with a warm smile. "We'll come back next year and kick their asses then."

I sniffed and rubbed my eye. "I suppose. But after all this, I don't know how we'll show our faces."

"I know it's hard, but it's tradition. Frankly, I think I'm going to enjoy it."

"You're a weirdo."

"Come on, We've gotta line up." She offered me her hand, and I took it, letting her pull me up. My team all walked morosely over to the centre of the field while the winners - the Wagendor Wallabies - cheered boisterously, surrounding their coach as he brought over the winning trophy. We lined up, facing the crowd in the bleachers, pulling off our shoes and socks. The Wallabies were hooting and hollering, but very quickly and decisively gathered in a group in front of us as they held the trophy aloft.

"Good work, ladies!" said the announcer, who I realised had been talking this whole time. "Time to put the trophy down and give the losing team what they deserve! Everybody line up!"

The girls looked thrilled as they practically slammed the trophy down and rushed up to us. Their goalie stood before our goalie; next to me, their striker stood before Gabrielle; their center-back stood before me. I felt my heart race. I'd never done this old tradition before.

"Arms up, losers!" Wow, that was a bit harsh. I guess I did literally lose. But we all put our arms up. "Okay, Wallabies! Pull those shirts off!" The center-back - a shorter, stockier woman with black hair tied back in a ponytail - gave me a mean grin, grabbed the bottom of my shirt uniform, and pulled up. It was a violent action, and I felt manhandled, of course. She tossed my shirt to the ground, and now everyone could see my bright blue sports bra. To my left and right, all the women on the Sheilas were the same. Most of them looked irritated. Sierra was smiling, as I thought she would.

"Pants down!" The center-back grabbed the side of my shorts and pulled them off. I lifted my legs, one at a time, to let her pull them off entirely. Now I was standing before her, my matching blue undies on display. Gabrielle had a white bra and pink undies. She must have thought we were going to win; she definitely did look snotty right now. I felt more embarrassed; I had tried not to think about if this had happened. Now that it was, I could feel the crowd staring at my body. Hell, this woman in front of me was staring at me pretty hungrily!

"Turn around, losers!" God, I did feel like a loser. We turned around. "Take them bras off!" I felt the centre-back fiddle with my bra, and then it fell to the ground. I felt the warm, summer air on my breasts, and I felt my face turn red. Oh god, my boobs were on display! Out in public! I was sure there were people taking photographs. "Off with the undies!" Just like with my shorts, the center-back grabbed my undies and violently pulled them off me. The hooting from the crowd got very loud.

I felt so humiliated. I was out in the middle of a stadium with hundreds of people leering at my naked, sweaty body. "Turn and bend over, losers!" I turned to my right. There we all were, naked as the days we were born, the crowd chanting louder and louder, the winning team staring us down. I bent over. Gabrielle was bending over in front of me. I always admired her round ass, but now I felt sorry for it.

"Get ready, everybody!" I tensed up. My heart was pumping. This was going to suck.

"ONE!"

WHACK! I felt the center-back's hand on my ass. I gasped. Oh wow! This hurt! This really hurt!

"TWO!" The whole crowd was chanting.

WHACK! Owowowowow! It was so humiliating! It was the worst! This whole crowd was gleefully watching me, naked and humiliated, get spanked! This was unbearable! How many videos and photos were being taken? God help me!

"THREE!"

WHACK! Noooooooo! It hurt so much! Each additional spank seemed to compound on the previous; my poor bottom was so sore! I could see Gabrielle's cute bum turning red.

"FOUR! YEAAAAAAAAH!"

WHACK! I cried, from the pain and from the humiliation. I felt my soul leave my body. I was very naked and very humiliated and very sorry for myself. I really was a loser! I was a loser!

"Good work, Wallabies! Take your trophy and go! Meanwhile, you losers will sit down on your hands and wait for the crowd to disperse. Someone will come collect you when you're good to go."

The girls and I sat down on the pitch on our hands, still naked. The other girls were also crying and mad - except for Sierra, who was flushed but also smiling. Having to sit on our hands while people left freely felt agonising. Like I was the lowest of the low, some useless idiot who couldn't be trusted to act competently. I was a loser. I was a stupid, naked, spanked loser.

We were gonna come back next year and kick everybody's asses.