Fluttering Skirts, Butts and Bucks

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Chapter Four:

In this chapter Christian will share how he by happenstance as he just was trying to make a buck was persuaded into spanking the butts during cheerleader role-play in a basement made to look like a school basketball court. Young ladies who had paid there hard earned money to have the gym paddling experience. Please favorite, follow, read & review.

The gruff manager told the cheerleader themed waitress to go across the lobby and sign a personal information waiver paper for The End Zone Franchise Group. Meredith swung her hips provocatively across the hotel lobby causing a few male stares as her orange cheer skirt got caught by the wind coming from the revolving doors and displayed her cheer pantied bottom and the masked greeter could see they were orange before she tugged the hem of the short skirt back down. The End Zone featured the "Big Arse" Hamburger and Bottomless Fries." Along with ends in tight blue short cheer skirts to compete with scanty Hooters orange shorts. Ironically March Madness was about to set in, so the basketball court theme was hip.

Meredith felt eyes on her butt and hustled over to the curtained entrance. She was relieved to find a blue cheer skirt pinned to it. The hotel management of the Howard Johnson had asked the new theme restaurant chain to be discreet, so Meredith assumed the hung blue with orange striped cheerleader skirt was the correct entrance for the franchise meeting. As the pretty blonde shoulder length haired waitress parted the black curtains and what Meredith saw a table with the same blue cheer skirt with orange trim pinned to the curtain behind the registration table.

"Yes, I am here to sign my personal waiver."

Meredith got ready to sign when she felt a soft hand touch her wrist.

"Miss, a word of advice, you should always read a contract before you sign it."

Meredith let her long day interviewing and having her uniform fitting get the best of her and took it out on the nice man who reminded Meredith of one of her former school teachers.

Besides it was no skin off her behind, The End Zone was using a personnel service, so her attitude was just a way to blow of steam at the young man, a clueless college student, just their to make a buck and assist the cheerleader-role play young women.

"I think you are just a hired peon with no power."

"Oh, so you think you are better than me, is that it missy?

"Look lady it is no skin off my behind if you want to overstate your importance."

"Are you sure you do not fear the consequences of your behavior young lady?"

"Listen, bub, my ass is tired and I know what a personal waiver, so stop acting like an old fart. Just mind your own business save your help for someone else and let me sign the paper."

Meredith signed the paper and stood up with her hands on her hips.

"Oh boy, the peeved lady said pulling her lips into a tight smile.

"Oh boy, what?"

"Right this way ma'am."

There that is more like it, now things were shaping up she was satisfied with the put down of the thirty year old man. Meredith was proud of herself for putting the old fart that reminded her of one of her former high school teachers. Besides it was no skin off her behind. Her late grandfather and daddy owned the theme restaurant franchise in the city's Howard Johnson Hotel and Convention Center. Meredith was just working there to meet the requirements of the family will and get her share of the inheritance. Her dad wanted her to see it was like to work hard and he had set up a false identity to keep their secret.

Clueless, he motioned the blue and orange striped cheer skirted waitress behind the table he opened one of the ornate doors that led into the transformed gym basement.

The event register recognized the blonde cheerleader as the young lady with the bad manners and had giving him such a hard time. As a result of her pursued extra curricular role-play school activity the spoiled heiress was in for a hard time the school gym.

Danskin shiny orange panties under their matching short skirt with black and white trim cheer skirts fulfilled their fantasies and needs portrayed by their outfits. They would all kneel and stick their butt's high in the air they're blue with orange trim short pleated skirts flipped up revealing the tightly stretched orange panties they wore underneath.

Next, they were spanked with the round wooden paddles a total of twenty swats evenly distributed across pantied bottoms cheeks and bare thighs all in the spirit of 'back to school paddle play. Amid the fulfilled, crying cheerleaders, a few tears and sniffles could be heard as burning rears and mask that protected their careers did nothing to stop the chorus of sniveling which greeted their paddler's ears. The freshly spanked cheerleaders had to turn on their hands an knees, reach up and kiss the hand of the masked man who had just paddled her.

That masked man eight years ago was a college student just trying to make a buck. He really didn't care what was going to happen to the young girl's butts. He did care he was being well paid to interact with the costumed young ladies all with mask on as did he. He wondered if the pretty blonde haired young woman with hair down to her shoulders. His job was to man the table with red bunting and pom poms in front of a special purpose reserved elevator that took the role- players down into the basement of the hotel. When they got off they saw a replica gym floor they would do cheer routines and wooden bleachers they could bend over. Deep below the main floors of the hotel there noisy activities were out of ear shot as their rears were roasted and sizzled to a fiery bright red. Cracks and whacks as wood met flesh across their stretched panties and bare under cheeks which became more exposed during their frenzied dancing buns movements.

He was clueless on news in the BDSM scene and bruises I caused in unexpected places to share with you. It was very important to remember, this was all legal.

Remember, all of the young women freely chose to be on lock-down at the basketball gym role-play. They were not allowed contact with the outside world and that included smart phones and tablets all locked away to the handsome thirty year-old register who was finishing an interrupted finance degree.

It all started when the man who had promised to paddle their panty asses sprang his wrist on the way to the event. He promised to coach the novice and assured him that before the cheerleaders were ball gagged and handcuffed they had signed consent forms. What I was suppose to do a victim of the crash of 1987 his stocks shot and finances meager. Still he balked until the pot was sweetened with a hefty raise and some fine "oregano". How could he turn that down. Besides his waiter job at the Crows Nest awaited if this gig whelping with convention registrations at the Howard Johnson's fell through. He was told he could wear a mask and no one at the hotel would be the wiser. So, shit he did the deed with the disciplinarians coaching since these women came to get spanked with a wooden paddle. The intrigue and excitement he felt was intoxicating as he entered the basement room made up to look like a college gym. His eyes popped out as he saw they had their pretty orange panty-clad asses bent over all in a row handcuffed to the bleachers.

A reluctant active participant and paddler counted on to save the day. This is known in the scene as a vanilla, but the man behind the mask reveled in self-discovery!

I laid ona swat across each of the panty-clad butt with their bright blue cheer skirts with orange trim remained up.

In chorus, The two cheerleader role-players who had paid for the corporal punishment were disappointed and decided to egg on the handsome man in the mask to get what they paid for! Amazingly, they 'bratted" and called the replacement spanker out.

"Pussy man, cut the crap and give us a real paddling or give us our damn money back!"

Well, he wanted the extra dough, so he put some oomph into the next swats right across their sweet sit spots and bare cheek reddened up nicely.

Each of the pretty role-cheerleaders had to struggle to maintain their position in a row as the burn as he added the snap of the wrist as his coach requested. The women were overwhelmed with the thud and burn deep into their butt cheeks. Nobody called him a pussy, now!.

SPLAT! CRACK! WHACK! WHAP!

Those cheerleader asses had taken on a burgundy red coloring bordering on purple as the punishing swats of swats against their bare flesh penetrated deep into the skin of their pretty butts. The paddle swats I had administered landed on already tender bottoms at the direction of the young women causing them what I found out later was an endorphin high. I looked upon their blotchy red asses with purple colored bulls-eyes at the center of both swollen butt cheeks. Yes, there were bruises on their rears and instead of letting them nurse their bottoms, they made them pull up their panties and do a cheer which included jumps and kicks which caused their panty seams to rub and further irritate their well-paddled bottoms. Taking one for the team! My duty, as the cheerleaders reached under their skirts and rubbed their burning panty-clad bums.

After the cheerleaders were released from their bleacher bondage the evening reached a crescendo. The girls got off on their fantasies of being slightly humiliating. The paddled role-play cheerleaders waited on the men hand and foot and performed deep bend curtsies as the food arrived at the table of the soda fountain and this really tugged ant the seams of their panties irritating their still burning red butts underneath their orange undies. And, expression of thanks since they all still wore the red ball gags in their pouty mouths.

After they were served and we ate the cheerleaders were allowed to clear the table and only then did they kneel and their ball gags removed from slobber filled mouths.

The pretty blonde cheerleader came up to her role-play principal who had paddled her and removed her mask.

"I am sorry I was a brat. May I make it up to you and take you to dinner at the

Red Lobster tomorrow night?"

"I don't know how this works. Will you be able to sit down by them?"

"I think, so."

Okay it's a date, but I like steak and lobster."

"You made my butt the color of a lobster!"

"Hey, I was just the last second replacement being coached."

Meredith rubbed her burning skirt clad butt."

"You mastered my bad behavior; you are the man I have needed!"

"Really, is that, so?"

He took off his mask and smiled. Sometimes masks reveal who we truly are when their body becomes electric.

To Be Continued: