(No new ideas have come from my mind, or my partner's, so I'm going to be writing this one from scratch. Enjoy!)

It's Gwen's second day at Playa de Losers. She just came in second place in Total Drama Island, and is hanging out on the beach. From behind, Trent comes up. She ignores him almost completely, and he sighs. "Gwen, come on... When are you going to forgive me?"

Obviously angry, the girl stands up, looking the other in the eye. "What do you mean, forgive you?! I thought we had something special! So, you carried a rock with me, in a desperate chance to gain forgiveness. But that doesn't change the fact that I actually felt something for you! And you..."

"Look, I know I messed up! But you can't just keep going on about this! It's ridiculous!"

She glared at him. "And you don't even let me finish. How sweet..."

Trent looks down at the ground, shaking his head. "No, no... I'm sorry. I really am. Go on..."

She started from where she was cut off. "You kissed my worst enemy. I started to fall in love with you, and you kiss her! Why?!"

"She was telling me all these things! She said that you..." he sighed, looking back up at her. "You know? I shouldn't even try... I should just accept the fact that you hate me, and get on with my life."

"Maybe you should!" she yelled to his face, but then she raised a brow. "Or..."

The boy's face lit up. "Or what?" he asked, interested.

"Trent, will you really do anything to regain my trust?"

He nodded. "Yes, Gwen. I would."

She took his hand, sighing. "Come with me..."

She took him her room on the hotel-like island. She pulled him inside, and sighed. "You really hurt me, Trent. Emotionally. You know that?"

As a response, he nodded. "Yeah. I do. I really am sorry."

She led him to the middle of the room, stepping back to look at him. "Okay, listen close. I'm only going to say this once. Back home, I dated this guy. Jason. He was amazing in every single way. But one day, I made a really big mistake. I'm not going into that, but when I made the mistake, he gave me a choice. Either he broke up with me, and never spoke to me again, or..." she looked into his eyes, taking a breath.

"What was the other choice?" he asked hopefully.

"Or he would give me a bare bottom spanking." she ended, frowning a bit.

"Which did you go with..?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Maybe I'll give you the answer after. Because I'm giving you the same choice. But, for the answer, you'll need to choose the option where we still talk."

They both lightly chuckled at this, which seemed to lighten the mood of the room a bit.

Trent began to unbuckle his belt, sighing. "I really do want to keep talking with you. And if that means take a humiliating, painful punishment... I'll do it."

She grinned lightly. "I'm glad you see it my way..." she said as she walked to the dresser, picking up a small, oval hairbrush, and setting on the bed, before she sat down. "That's for a bit later..."

He nodded, pulling his jeans and boxers down, and immediately laid himself across her lap.

She inspected his pure white cheeks, rubbing them.

He shivered at the cool air, blushing a light pink.

Gwen raised her hand, slapping down on Trent's ass with a moderate amount of strength.

He let out a quiet gasp, but otherwise kept his composure as a red handprint is seen where Gwen slapped.

She began to rain quick slaps, getting harder as time went on.

Trent gave a few more gasps, but still took the spanking quite well as the girl let him have it.

His butt was painted a dark red, and Gwen decided to amp it up. She reached next to her, and grabbed the hairbrush. She raised it high, and slammed it down right in the center of the left cheek. The wood of the brush left a white, hot spot. She does the same, on the other side.

He began to kick his legs, shaking his head. "O-Ow!"

The brush went up and down quickly, roughly imprinting on the boy's ass.

Bruises began to form, and tears started to fall down Trent's cheeks.

Not letting up, Gwen continued to spank him, watching his reactions.

Squirming on her lap, he started to yell out at each hit. "Ow! Ouch! "P-Please, stop! I get it!"

"Really? I don't think you do!" she yelled, starting to spank the sensitive area of his thighs.

Trent howls in pain, squirming right off of her lap, falling to the ground. "Ow... Fuck!"

Gwen's eyes widen, and she laughed, watching the boy on the floor.

Instead of getting up, he furiously rubbed his sore ass, crying.

Looking down at him, sudden'y getting serious, Gwen spoke up. "Trent, get back up. We're not done yet."

He shook his head, pleading to her. "Please, no more..."

She stood up, reaching down to Trent's pants and pulling the belt from the loops.

"Fine, stay like that." she said, walking over to him and roughly slapping the belt down on his butt.

He yelled out in pain, shaking his head. "God, no! Please..."

"Twenty. Count them." she said, slapping down again. "That's one."

"O-One!" he yelled out, squeezing his eyes shut.

She hit down twice more.

"Two! Th-ree!" he yelled out, obviously in pain.

After a few minutes, Trent lay there in pain, his ass totally scorched as Gwen sat next to him, putting the belt down.

She sighed, giving his red, bruised rear a few pats as she speaks. "I guess I owe you a story now..."

Trent looked up at her, smiling. "I'm all ears, beautiful..."

She looked into his teary eyes, and began to explain. "Jason... He and I went out for about a year. A few months into the relationship, some stuff happened, and one of his friends ended up hating him. This friend was one of the people who helped him through a lot of stuff, and so he gave me a choice. Either we break up, or he spank me. And... I chose the spanking."

Trent's face perked up, blushing a bit. "Is this leading into a story that I might have real fun with..?"

Gwen slapped his ass as hard as she could, pouting. "Hush, you."

He yelped, squeezing his eyes shut. "Ow... At least elaborate a bit?"

She sighed, looking at him. "Hand, belt and a switch from a tree... Maybe you'll get a detailed story, if you're a good boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend..?" he asked, raising a brow.

She nodded, taking a breath. "Yes, boyfriend..."

Trent gasped happily, and Gwen leaned into him. They shared a kiss, both smiling on each other's lips.

Through the window, Heather and Duncan grin, each holding their cell phones. Heather notices one of Chris' cameras in the room, and chuckles. She winks at the camera, then walks away.

Duncan chuckled, shaking his head. "My kind of girl..."