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Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!

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Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 719 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Heart thumping in your throat you take a deep breath and pick up the heavy frat paddle. This is going to be a painful initiation, you decide. Better get it over with and show them how brave you are.

"All right. Follow the light," says the voice, and you obey. The spotlight illuminates a circle of the floor near you and begins to move away from you. You hurry after it. It leads you straight to a wooden platform about two feet off the ground.

"Climb up," says the voice. You obey. At your feel there are small leather cuffs connected to a metal chains that disappear through a hole in the wood beneath you. "Cuff your ankles!" orders the voice. Trembling, you obey.

"Above you are two more cuffs. Attach them to your wrists." Now you are really frightened but again you obey. Suddenly the chains are pulled tight and you are lifted upward until you are on tiptoe, your body stretched out painfully. The chains on your feet are suddenly pulled wide, which in effect shortens you, making you almost completely suspended by the cuffs above your head, but also you are more vulnerable with your genitals exposed. Too late you realize your predicament. You are naked and bound helplessly. No one knows you are here. Anything can happen.

You hear a footstep behind you but before you can turn your head a strip of cloth is placed over your eyes and pulled tight. Now you can't see, either. Great. Better and better.

Now you hear voices and feet. People are surrounding you. There are many people here. In fear you wonder who is here, who is watching. Friends? Or enemies?

"Terry. Are you prepared to enter Bad Company?"

Your voice quakes. "Yes."

"You will address me as 'sir'!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. Now prepare to take your punishment."

You tremble as you hear someone approaching you from behind. There's a woosh of air and suddenly you bottom explodes. There's a fierce burning followed by an intense heat. You let out a yowl of dismay and groan as the crowd cheers and shouts "One!"

Immediately there's another smack. "Two!" Your bottom is already regretting your rashness in joining this club. Your only hope now is that you don't blubber like a baby. Again the paddle swats you. Again and again and again. You are moaning loudly and wiggling in your bonds but there is nothing you can do. You are securely tied.

Tears are in your eyes now. "Twelve!" roars the crowd in grand amusement and you weep with dismay as the paddling continues, hard and consistent. "Twenty!" Is that it? Please let that be it, your mind says. But a second later there's another smack and "Twenty-one" rings out. You begin to sob in discouragement.

The paddle really hurts now. Every stroke takes your breath away and the pain is overwhelming your mind. You imagine you can hear your friends Shelia and Ryan giggling and laughing in the crowd. In fact, it's almost like you can hear them taunting you, berating you.

Still the paddle slams into your ass. "Thirty!" screams the audience but the paddle keeps coming. "Thirty-six!" You groan loudly and wiggle frantically but you are tightly bound.

"Please, enough!" you scream finally, but the paddle casually spanks you again. "Forty-three! Forty-four! Forty-five!" At fifty it finally stops. You are sobbing and trembling and begging and thanking them for stopping. You are dripping with sweat and tears and it feels like your bottom is glowing in the dark.

"Congratulations!" says a voice and you are released and freed. You stare in astonishment at all those around you. You had no idea this many of your friends were Bad Company. You see Shelia and Ryan over at one side and you realize that they _were_ really there, watching and laughing at you.

"Welcome to Bad Company," says Shelia, throwing her arms around you in a comforting bear hug. You are speechless and stunned, but managed to hug back. Everywhere hands and patting your back and people are welcoming you.

It takes a while for the truth to sink in. You did it! You endured the worst and now you are member of the hottest gang in town!

[THE END]