Christie blushed and choked on her drink. “Christie would kill me if I told you.”
“You mean it’s a sexy bet?” Bill persisted. “Come on Christie, are you too chicken to tell us about it? I dare you!”
Christie knew Bill, knew he was curious, knew he was persistent, knew he would keep up with the steady questioning until he found out the answer. She studied him for a moment, staring intently at his brown eyes and his warm, cheerful round face. Finally she seemed to come to a decision.
She downed her drink in one swallow and blurted out, “We bet our asses!”
“What do you mean?” Vicki asked.
“Spankings! We bet swats on the butt, one for each point ahead, by the quarter, and total score at the end of the game,” Christie told the pair, blushing furiously. “I get to give him three swats for the three point lead my team had at the end of the first quarter. So far he gets to give me four at the half. God! Make that ten, no eleven!” she exclaimed as his team scored and made the extra point.
“Kinda makes the ole ass feel warm all over already, doesn’t it love?” Randy patted her butt.
“You beat her?” Vicki was shocked. She shook her head sending her short brown curls springing.
“No, he doesn’t beat me, just playful little spankings. Besides, sometimes I win and I get to paddle his butt!” Christie tried to reassure her friend.
The score remained 14-3 at the half, so it was three to Randy and eleven to Christie. They waited for the second half kickoff. The third quarter was aggravating for both of them as both of the teams threatened, but nobody scored.
Their friends, Bill and Vicki, got caught up in the bet. Bill began to cheer for Randy’s team, although he was usually for the other side, and Vicki started cheering for Christie’s. She really didn’t give a damn which team won, but she was horrified at the very idea of Christie getting a spanking.
Finally with 1:37 left in the third quarter, Christie’s team scored making it 14-10. Then they recovered a fumble right after the kickoff and scored again making it 14-17. The third quarter ended with the tally for quarterly swats being six to Randy, eleven to Sally, and so far thirty-one for whoever lost at the end of the game.
In the fourth quarter, Randy’s team came to life and scored two touchdowns, making it 28-17. The final tally was six to Randy and twenty-two to Christie, for the quarters. Then, a walloping forty-five to Christie with the paddle on her bare butt for the points both teams had scored by the end of the game!
“Randy, you can’t give her that many, you’ll really hurt her!” Vicki protested. “Twenty-two swats is bad enough, but forty-five more for the total score. That’s sixty-seven swats!”
“No Vicki, twenty-two swats with his hand and forty-five blows with the paddle! Christie can take it. She can trust me not to hurt her. Not too much, anyway.” Randy enjoyed Vicki’s obvious state of horror and fascination. It was one of the most interesting combination of emotions that he had ever seen on anyone’s face! “Relax, it’s only a bet on a game. It’s not like we’re talking real hardcore S & M.”
Christie leaned over to whisper in Vicki’s ear. Vicki went red but she didn’t make any more protests.
“So? What’d you say to her?” Randy asked on the drive home.
“I told her that you wouldn’t really hurt me because you wanted to fuck my brains out as soon as it was all over!” Christie laughed. “What do you want to bet that they have a little wager between themselves for next week’s playoff game?”
When they got back to Christie’s house, they found out that Bill and Vicki had followed them home. The other couple had a strange request.
“Please, can we watch while you settle your bets?” Bill asked. “I know it’s a lot to ask. It’s private and personal, and probably more than a little embarrassing, but Vicki’s worried about Christie. You know how she is, I’ll never get another moment’s rest. Also, to be truthful, I’m a little curious.”
“It’s okay with me as long as it’s okay with Christie,” Randy said, as usual he was agreeable to almost anything. “But I don’t think you’ll be able to convince her.”
Christie moved closer to Randy and whispered in his ear. She whispered for a long, long time. Randy grinned and nodded. She spoke to the waiting couple.
“A little bit curious, Bill? Get real! If you were a cat, as in curiosity killed the…, you’d be dead,” she laughed at him.
She looked at Vicki, squarely meeting her best friend’s warm brown eyes. “Will you take my word for it? It’s going to be okay.” She read the answer in Vicki’s face and laughed. “Okay, come on in as long as you leave before we get to the part where Randy fucks my brains out. But there’s a price.”
“What price?” Vicki asked with trepidation.
“You’ll find out.” Randy winked at her, “Believe me, you’ll find out.”
They all went into the house. When Christie got inside, she laid on the sofa, face down.
“Go to it, Randy!” she said cheerfully.
He gave her the twenty-two swats, very hard, smart and fast. Each swat made a muffled THUNK as it landed on her slacks. She got up and Randy bent over on the end of the sofa and got his six swats.
Speaking quietly to Randy, Christie said, “Remember your promise.”
Vicki was exclaiming over the spanking she had witnessed. She didn’t even notice that Randy, standing partly behind her had raised his eyebrows and got Bill’s attention. He swung his head and gave a pointed look at Vicki’s butt, then he looked back at Bill. He raised his eyebrows again with a big questioning grin on his face. Bill gave a slight nod. Bill made his way around to the front of Vicki and then grabbed her in a bear hug.
He said, “Go for it!”
Randy gave Vicki a spanking exactly like the one Christie had received, very hard and smart. It was fast, sharp, and lasted for twenty-two swats. When it was over, Bill released Vicki.
Then Randy politely asked, “Coffee, anyone?”
At their nods, he went in to make some.
It was funny to watch Vicki. She was so mad she was sputtering, but she was also surprised and exasperated. At least it finally made her shut up. Christie was sitting on the sofa next to Bill, and they were both laughing hysterically. Randy brought out some coffee, some cold cuts and Swiss cheese that he sliced on a small cutting board. He went to the kitchen when he realized that he had forgotten the cream and sugar. He served the refreshments.
After several minutes passed he asked in a casual tone of voice, “So Vicki, how does your butt feel?”
Vicki said, “What?” Then she realized what he meant. “It doesn’t hurt!” She was genuinely surprised.
“I’m sorry we had to ambush you like that. It seemed to be the only way to convince you that I wasn’t about to be beaten to death,” Christie said.
“But won’t the paddle hurt more?”
