In this game, you'll choose what to say and where to go. Depending on your choices, the outcomes will be different. You could wind up spanking a cute goth girl over your knee...or getting spanked by her in public. There are 5 endings in total -- try to find them all!
Here's the first choice you'll make:
[[Boy]]
[[Girl]]
(set: $path = (array:))
(set: $gender = 0)You're a young guy, and you're in your first year of college. Now you're out on the quad, not knowing you're about to meet her...the goth girl.
{(set: $gender = "boy")}
[[BEGIN]]So you're a girl, and you're in your first year of college. Today you're going to meet someone unlike any of your friends...the goth girl.
{(set: $gender = "girl")}
[[BEGIN]](set: $player = "neutral")(set: $score = 0)On the quad, the winter sunlight hits the window-wall of Picassedy Hall in such a way that for a moment as you come over the hill you are blinded by the relecting glare. //Every day// you think grimly to yourself. The crunch of your boots on the snow as you make this daily 8:40am trek back home from your first class seem distant, as though your mind is still warm in bed. You ascend the hill with your hand cupped over your eyes, screwing your eyes against the light.
And when it fades, there she is.
The goth girl.
She's got a black/green, fleece-lined flannel jacket over her tee-shirt. Despite the cold, her zipper is low enough that you can read her shirt: KILL YOUR IDOLS. She's busty, you can tell, even though her layers hide her shape. Her hair is cropped shoulder-length, so black it appears purple under the light. Her jeans are black and snug against her round butt -- tears in the back-pockets, silver chain hanging from a belt loop. She's got huge headphones on her head and a "Don't-talk-to-me,-we're-not-the-same" sort of expression. She wears commando-style boots, but even with the huge heel, she can't be more than 5'5. But God, she //commands// your line of sight. She's got a cigarette between her fingers. She's the only thing you can pay attention to -- the only thing you can //see//.
Blood rushes from your brain, and your body tingles. She doesn't seem to notice you as she rounds a corner and starts heading in exactly your direction.
Then, suddenly, her eyes are locked on you. It's like a moment from a dream -- you half expect her mouth to open up and make the sound of your alarm clock or something. But instead, in a raspy voice, she asks you, "Hey, kid, do you have a light?"
And you reply...
[["Who are you calling 'kid?'"->Dom Answer]]
[["Uh, no, I don't..."->Neutral]]
[["Yes, please."->Sub Answer]]"Who are you calling 'kid'?" you say.
She blinks, and for a moment seems taken aback. But then a new expression takes hold of her pretty, pale face: her black lashes flutter softly, her eyebrows arch, and the edges of her mouth curl. Surprise?
Admiration?
It seems you've got her attention.
"You're right," she says. "I...misjudged." She scans you up and down. "From far away."
"Happens, I guess," you say nonchalantly. "Anyway, I don't have a light. I don't smoke."
"I should quit anyway," she says, grinning now. She's holding her legs closer together now, her hands fiddle with the zipper of her jacket, and she's straightened her back so her chest is more stuck out. She bites her lip. "Well, maybe we could get some coffee instead? One addiction for another." (set: $player="dom")
["Let's,"]<pos|{
}(click: ?pos)[ you say, and you guide her with your hand on the small of her back in the direction of Gates Hall, the cafeteria with the best dark roast. She's beaming. [[Go to the cafeteria.->Cafeteria]](replace:?neg)[]]
["No, thanks,"]<neg|{
}(click: ?neg)[ you say. Her shoulders fall, and smile vanishes. You walk back to your dorm, boots crunching in the snow, not looking back. [[Go back to your dorm room.->Dorm Room]](replace:?pos)[]]"Uh, no, I don't," you say. "I don't smoke."
The goth girl sticks her hands back in her pockets and looks at you intently. She seems to be willing you to change your answer with her mind. But as much as you would like to please her, you don't smoke, so you don't have a lighter.
"You don't smoke?" she says.
"Nope."
"Anything?"
You're taken aback by the question. "Well, I, uhhh --"
She grins. Her teeth are pristine white, and they bite softly, mockingly, on her cute little pink tongue. She's laughing at you, but you can't help but feel smitten -- she's adorable. Her big, hazel-green eyes, round nose, dimpled cheeks, dark bangs -- you want to lean in and kiss her right there on the spot...
No! What are you thinking? You just //met// this girl? What the //hell?//
The goth girl sticks out her hand to introduce herself. It's pink and raw from the cold. The tiny fingers are lost in your massive grey glove.
"Ah," she says, tilting her head. "Gloves. Nice call."
You smile. "Yeah, thanks."
A moment passes, but it feels like an eternity. You're just looking at the goth girl's pale cheeks, her lovely round nose, her jet-black-almost-purple hair, her strangely hypnotic eyes, when you realize: it's now or never, isn't it? It //must be//. This will be the only chance you get to ask this beautiful goth girl on a date!
Or maybe that will weird her out -- you haven't even had a conversation yet, right? Maybe you should actually //talk// to her first...right?
["Hey, maybe we could warm up over some coffee?"]<ask|{
}(click: ?ask)[ you ask. The goth girl's black eyebrows arch in surprise. But then a new expression comes over her face: admiration. She smiles.
"Sure," she says. "Now?"
You shrug. "No time like the present, right?"
"Right," she says, looking into your eyes. She's playing with her zipper now, sticking out her chest. "Well, let's go to Gates then. They've got the best dark roast, right?" [[Go to the cafeteria. ->Cafeteria]](replace:?dont)[]]
[Try to think of more conversation]<dont|{
}(click: ?dont)[ - You rack your brain for something clever to say...but nothing comes. After a moment, the goth girl gives you a final smile, waves with her fingers, and walks away. "See you around," she says.
"Yeah," you say, berating yourself internally. //Dammit!// [[Go back to your dorm->Dorm Room]](replace:?ask)[]]
"Yes, please," you say.
Like an //idiot.//
//Yes, please?// you think angrily to yourself. //What does that even mean? You don't even have a light! Why do you always get so nervous around pretty girls? Stupid! Stupid!//
But the goth girl just smirks. Then she throws her head back and laughs. Her breath fogs the air, and you notice the sharpness of her bicuspids when she grins mischeiviously at you and says, "You're kinda cute, you know that?"
And before you can respond, she turns, gives you a wink and a tiny wave, and crunches off in the snow with her hands jammed back in her pockets. You watch her go, your brain full of white noise and longing.
She said you were...cute? (set: $player="sub")
[[Go back to your Dorm ->Dorm Room]]It may be early, but Gates Hall is the best breakfast on campus, so plenty of people are out and about. Some are still shambling about in pajama bottoms, mixing three brands of cereal into a single bowl. Others have their day clothes on and their laptops open, earbuds in, coffee cups steaming -- //early risers,// you think jealously. But Gates Hall is active and awake. You turn to the goth girl and say over the low chatter and clatter of trays, "I'll get us two cups."
"Free Trade brew for me, please," she says, smiling. She's taking her jacket off as she sits, and you see her forearms are covered in bracelets, bangles, and rubber bands.
The two of you enjoy the Gates Hall dark roast -- she takes hers black -- and talk about all sorts of things. She tells you about the bands and albums she listens to, all of them with names like "Nails" or "Caustic," and you tease her by saying all metal sounds the same to you. You tell her about the classes you're taking, and she teases you for being pre-med. It's all very flirty and in-good-fun, and even when the coffee cups are empty, you find yourselves still chatting.
When finally, she leans in and she asks you: "Okay, now a tough question: what's the //craziest// thing you've ever done?"
(if:$player is "dom")[[["Hmmmm... have you ever snuck into the cafeteria kitchen?"->Kitchen]]
][["Well, I'm about to ask a cute girl I just met to take me to her room."->Her Room]]Even when you get home, you still can't get the goth girl out of your brain. You drop your backpack in the common area and sigh, shedding your winter layers onto the grey carpet. The quad is empty -- all 3 of your roommates are gone. You pull your gloves off by the middle finger. You collapse on the navy blue couch, pulling off your red beanie and running your bare hand through your hair.
And then there's a knock at the door. You go and open it, only to discover...who else?
The goth girl is smirking, holding your library copy of //Black Jack: Volume 5//, which you must have put down when you were on your way back from the quad.
"This yours?" she says, a glint in her eye.
You fumble briefly over your words, then finally manage to say, "Uh, yeah. That's mine...where did you --"
She glides past you into the room, moving so gracefully you hardly notice her //boldness// -- even as she enters your kitchen and casually lifts your coffee grinder to inspect it, you can't keep your eyes off her small, lithe movements, the way her lily-white hands touch with such confidence, the way she steps with her legs outstretched, taking up space, dominating the room with her body --
"You left it on the stairwell in Lyle Hall, I saw you put it down so you could tie your shoe." She turns back to you, eyes wide and innocent. "I guess I sort of...followed you here?" Now her grin broadens. "I had this feeling you and I weren't done yet. Was I right?"
For a moment, your mind races. What do you say?
[["You were. But I imagined we'd be meeting in //your// room."->Her Room]]
[["I...want to do whatever you say. Instruct me."->Spanked Wheelbarrow]]
[["Well, I- I'm sorry you had to bring the book all the way here.."->Spanked OTK]]
[["Stay a while. Let's play some video games."->Video Games]]"Hmmmm... have you ever snuck into the cafeteria kitchen?"
The goth girl is immediately intrigued. "You did that?" she asks.
"Well, no," you admit, and she laughs. "But I've always wanted to take a girl back there to make out."
She grins. Then eyebrows cocked, she stands and beckons you to the swinging double doors.
The truth about the cafeteria kitchen is that it's not often staffed. Students on work study handle the front of house, and the chefs, bakers, and other crew mainly just come during the meal shifts. So the kitchen is empty when you and the goth girl slip in, the goth girl giggling silently with her hand over her mouth. The room is deceptively large, with brick-red tiling and chrome fridging units. The stove dominates the first part of the room, and the goth girl guides you by the hand to it. She turns and plops herself down on the stovetop, pulls you in by your scarf, and kisses you deeply.
Seconds pass. You close your eyes. You become lost in her smell, in the sensation of her cold nose pressing on your cheek.
Finally, she releases you, and you both breath deeply, laughing, flushing red. She grips you with her feet and says, "Imagine if these burners turned one right now?"
"It'd warm your butt up, that's for sure" you say.
"Hm," she says. "I actually...//like// my butt getting...warmed. Like, I like when someone strong, and powerful, and sexy--" she grips you tighter between her legs. "Takes control of my ass. Turns up the heat." She whispers in your ear. "You think you could warm me up?"
You reach out, take a spatula from a hook on the oven's face, and whisper back: "[[Kneel on that chair, and stick out your butt, naughty girl."->Spanked Bent Over]] She bites her lip, kisses you softly on the ear, and obeys."Well, I'm about to ask a cute girl I just met to take me to her room," you say. You hide your nervousness, waiting for her response. You stifle a sigh of relief when a smile spreads across her face.
It works like a charm. Before you even finish your coffee, the goth girl is leading you back to her place.
The goth girl's room smells like snickerdoodles. She rolls her eyes as you step inside. "My roommate is always baking," she says, shedding her jacket and gloves. She takes your jacket and leans in so her fine breasts are rubbing against you, and her nose is just inches from yours. Then closer, she leans in. So close, her eye lashes could brush your cheeks. You can feel her breath, the scent of cold air and morning coffee. "Good thing she isn't here now."
She guides you by your hand to her blue sofa, where she embraces you passionately. You find yourself lost in her sweet smell, her warm lips. She climbs practically into your lap, deftly swinging her leg over you while her mouth is locked with yours, her kiss continuing even as she pulls her shoelaces and her Chucks fall, //clunk, clunk//, to the floor. Breathily, she kisses you deeply, and you feel the coldness melting away from you, her tongue passing over and under yours, your lungs warming as they fill with her air, her breasts presses against you, warm fingers stroking your ear and twisting in your hair.
And suddenly, she detaches from you, plants one last loving kiss on your cheek, and turns over so she's lying across your knees.
"I want you to spank me," she says.
You blush. Her round bottom, so perfect in jeans, is so inviting and spankable...but you hesitate. "Spank...you?"
"Slap my ass," she says, hoisting herself on her elbows and looking back with a taunting expression. "I want it. You //know// you want it. Give us what we want." She reaches backs and slaps her //own// ass. //PAPF!// The sound it makes against her jeans is thick, satisfying.
You take the goth girl with both arms, pulling her closer to you, and she turns back to give you a grin. You raise your hand.
"Only," she says, "I want you to take my pants off. I want it on the bare. I want it to //really// hurt."
//This girl is really a piece of work,// you think, channeling your mother, who always used to say the same of you. But the more you look at the goth girl's delicious and covered butt, snug in jeans and wiggling, tantalizing you, the more you know what your decision will be.
[[Give her a spanking...it's the right thing to do->Spanking OTK]]"Well, I- I'm sorry you had to bring the book all the way here.."
"Oh, yes," the goth girl mocks, pouting with her lip but smiling at the corners of her mouth. "You've inconvenienced me. You've thrown off my whole schedule. Shouldn't you do something to fix that?" She removes her flannel jacket and lets it fall to the ground. She leans in close, so close her thick, black, mascara-flecked eyelashes are practically brushing your face. You hold your breath, but still smell her dark, sweet scent. "Don't you deserve to be //punished// for that?"
"I- I-" you stammer. //Punished?// you think frantically to yourself. //What is even going on here?// Part of you feels scared, like a child being disciplined. And another part of you -- somewhere deeper, closer to your gut -- feels a thrill of excitement bloom. //How is she doing this to me?// you think.
She puts a finger on your lips. "Well, don't worry. Because I'm not going to let you off easy." She takes you by the wrist and guides you to the couch. Your mind is reeling as she sits, pulling you gently but firmly towards her -- "No, you're not getting away with it. You're getting a good, hard, //spanking//. Understand?" She grins. "Whether you like it or not."
And honestly, with regards to that "whether," you just aren't sure.
You instinctively pull back, but the goth girl easily overpowers you, pinning you helplessly over her knee. You hear her giggling by your ear and feel her fingers sliding into your waistband.
"Wait -- no, don't --" you say as she pulls your jeans off your bottom, baring your underwear and softly patting your behind. Embarassment wells up inside of you, joined by other feelings that you don't understand, that make your throat burn. "Please," you squeal pathetically.
The goth girl ignores you. "You've been a very naughty (print: $gender), you know that? It's about time someone spanked this ass." And with that, she lifts her hand and brings it down with a mighty //WAP!//
You gasp! The sting forces your breath from your lungs, and you can feel the pink print of the goth girl's hand rising your left butt cheek. You cannot speak. Your mind goes blank.
"Like that?" the goth girl says, and you can //hear// her grin in her voice. She raises her hand again, and your grip on the arm of the couch tightens. //WAP!// The same electric shock, now blooming on your right butt cheek, the sting of embarassment and pain making a whimper rise in your throat.
"Alright, let's get serious," the goth girl says. She rolls up the long sleeves of her striped shirt, stretches out her fingers, places one palm on the small of your back. Your clench your eyes shut, bracing.
What follows is a spanking like you've never felt before: a shower of smacks against your pinkening bum that quickly dissolves you into a crying, sniffling mess. Each smack brings new heat to your bottom and warmth to your cheeks -- you can feel your face growing red, and your ass growing redder. When the goth girl puts her fingers through the legholes of your underwear, grabs it in a fist, and pulls it into a wedgie, you wince and bow your head. The spanks continue against your exposed buns, fiercer now.
Finally, the goth girl pulls your underwear all the way off, and you cry out, "No, please!" reaching back to guard your raw rear end, but the goth girl only pins your arm behind your back and laughs. She attacks your cherry-red tushy with new energy, spanking your ripe behind until the tears run down your face and heat rising from your seared cheeks.
All the while, a tingling rises up your spine. It starts, like a current, with each swishing impact of the goth girl's hand against your butt. It travels through you, warming you, lighting you, so you feel like you're...//glowing//, radiating white light just as your butt cheeks are glowing hot red. And finally, just as you feel you can't take any more, just as the spanking is becoming //unbearable//, and you arch your back and scream in pain, just as the goth girl's tiny white fingers slip between your thighs and the blistering heat from your ass meets the coolness of her skin--
You erupt!
"AhaahhhhAAAAIIIIIIaaaaa-owwwwIIIEee-ahhhhOWWWWAHHH!" you cry, writhing as your orgasm shakes your body, your eyes, rolled back in your head, your body rolling onto the floor! "ooohhhhHWWWWMIGOOOOD!"
Even as your bared butt meets the floor and a charge of new pain surges through you, relief is washing down...you feel satiated, like you're spilling over, like you're washed clean and new -- even as you twist about the ground with your pants around your knees, your butt in the air and blazing red.
From the corner of your eye you see the goth girl readjusting the sleeves of her coat and tidying her hair by the door. She makes eye contact with you, gives you a wide, beautiful grin, and waves:
"Bye-bye...for now."
[[GAME OVER]](set:$path=$path+(array:"were spanked over the knee."))At the end of the couch, her feet bounce on the armrest. "You gonna teach me a lesson?" she teases. She bites the end of her finger, her soft mouth wet, her purple lipstick glinting in the light. Her bottom is so round and perfect you can hardly pull her jeans off of it. But when you do, god -- how creamy and divine her bottom is, how lovely and full and jiggly and ripe. Her ass is a spring peach, only more delicious in its scent, only more perfect in its curve and temptingly smooth.
You want to bury her face in the wet space between those beautiful thighs, to force your hand into her like she's full of treasure, you're //sure// you could slide up to your elbow, she's so sweet with ripeness and bounty. God, her ass is so //juicy,// so wondrously //large,// and yet so delicately lifted over your lap. You place your left hand on the small of her back.
She tucks her head between her hands, bracing. The wondrous cheeks of her bottom clench together.
//WAP!// The first slap is so deeply satisfying, so electrifying, you can scarcely wait for another. The goth girl sighs, tightening her grip on the throw pillow.
//SLAP!// "Oh!" the goth girl cries. A pink imprint of your hand rises on her backside, and you squeeze her booty along the sit spots, massaging the cheeks.
"Ready to start for real?" you ask.
"You know it, (if:$gender is "boy")[Daddy,](else:)[Mommy,]" she says, and wiggles her tush.
//WAP! CLAP! SLAP! PAP! PAP! WAP!// You alternate cheeks, spanking repeatedly and firmly, your palm open, cupping her buns as you strike. She squirms, faux-whimpering, kicking her socked-feet. "Harder!" she whines, and you oblige. //WAP! WAP! PLAP! WAP!// The rosy pink hue of your handprint is spreading, and the goth girl is kicking and squealing in painful pleasure. "Ooooh! Owwwiiee, (if:$gender is "boy")[Daddy,](else:)[Mommy,] it stings!" she says. Her bottom begins to glow brighter and redder as your spanks continue, making her bottom dance, the cheeks pulled back by force to reveal her tight asshole, her glistening womanhood -- wet and potent. Each time you spank, the buns become redder, hotter. //WAP! CLAP! WAP! SLAP! SLAP!// Soon, her entire behind is rosey, and her moans shake her entire body in shudders that wobble her phenominal ass. "Oh! Ahhh-OOOhHHHah! //AH! GAH! OoooOWWWWAh!//" She fumbles, trying to grip the armrest for balance.
You switch hands -- your left hand now strikes each bouncing butt cheek, hot and red from pearly white and cool. With your right hand, you reach between her thighs to her sweet and sticky center, where your hand plays in the soft, delicate, humid folds of her vulva. The goth girl gasps, and each time your spank her voluptuous ass, she moans louder -- //SLAP!// -- and louder -- //BWAP!// -- and louder -- //WAP! WAP! PAP!// -- untils she's howling and gyrrating on your lap, turning like a crank as her eyes roll back and her cherry-red bottom shines, the thrill of being spanked and cumming radiating from her, fluttering through her, until the goth girl screams and has an earth-shattering orgasm punctuated by three more firm-handed spanks upon her naughty rear.
//PAP! CLAP! WAP!//
And finally, every muscle in her body tenses, then relaxes. She makes a sound between a groan and a purr. She hardly moves or changes her silly, drooling grin as you gently take her up, set her down lower on the couch, and get up to leave.
The last things she says as you're taking your hat, she says into the cushion. You have to lean close to hear: "I put my number in your jacket pocket," she says, mush-mouthed.
"Call me."
[[GAME OVER]](set:$path=$path+(array:"spanked her over your knee."))"I...want to do whatever you say. Instruct me," You say. You aren't even sure why. Some distant part of you has taken control, and you cede to it. You want to be dominated by the goth girl -- humiliated by her. You want her to take control of you.
And the goth girl grins, sharp teeth flashing. She takes a seat on your couch, as if she's been waiting for you to ask exactly what you just did.
"Over my lap," she says, patting her thighs.
You crawl over the goth girl's knees, and she pats your bottom softly. You feel blood surging through your body, your breath drawing in as she pats your bottom oh-so-softly...and pulls down your jeans. Goosebumps prickle your skin as she slides your pants off your body, then your underwear. Completely bare -- your pale rear end cold, but so alive -- your breath catches in the back of your throat. You're whimpering.
Then, without warning, she takes you by your left ankle. She pulls your leg high in the air, over your head, so your thighs are straddling her torso. Like the wheelbarrow game you played at your tenth birthday party, only now you're half naked, and your nude body pressed against the goth girl's midsection is electric, coursing with energy. Her every touch elicits excitement, tremors...longing. You close your eyes and whisper:
"Please..."
Although you're not even sure what you're begging for. Your legs are locked around the goth girl, your privates exposed, your white and quivering buttocks ripe for...for...
//SLAP!//
Before you even realize what it is you crave, the first spank hits your right butt cheek with such vicious force that you //taste// the sting on your tongue, you //feel// behind you a raised pink handprint rising on the bare flesh of your naked arse. You moan softly, savoring the pain. The second spank hits you like cold air in your lungs.
//WHACK!//
Fresh, new, pink, wet, wettening, reddening, seeing stars, shapes behind your eyelids air so cold and pain so warm as her hands explore, finding new pleasure behind you where you cannot see, and you squirm and tense your body, the suspense of this exposure, this humiliation, so revealed and vulnerable and helpless and god so full of --
//SMACK!//
You hiss, the sting pouring out of you, into you, like a current connecting each time her hand slaps your jiggling, bouncing, dancing behind, //SLAP! SLAP! WAP! SMACK!// and you grit your teeth because the redness is now spreading across your bottom and your thighs and each time she slaps her hand reaches lower, stroking, and you arch your back, hairs standing on end, as she leans over your bare ass to whisper into your ears, "You've been a naughty (print: $gender), and you deserve this spanking," and you find yourself saying,
"Yes! God yes, spank me, please! Please, punish me, I -- AGH!" Each slap against your reddened rump is now a burning fire, flames leaping higher, to the small of your back, the the bottom of your thighs, your butt is bright and solid red -- //SLAP!// -- over and over she plays your bottom like bongo drums, swinging both hands rhythmically until tears of embarassment and agony brim at your eyes and the whole room swims as you beg for more, //more!// And finally you feel the current rising in you, your toes curl by the goth girl's ears and her hand //SLAPs// your ass once more but lingers, swiping downward, caressing the curve of your butt cheek into the cavern between your thighs and one finger, wriggling, enters you slowly, and your legs jerk back!
"ahhhhhaAAAAHHAHHHHOWWWWWAHhAIIIIIEEEEEohhohhhhhhh"
Your eyes cross with pleasure and pain as your orgasm rocks you violently against the goth girls thighs, and she digs her fingers deeper into your sit spots, the blinding sting morphing to become a part of the pleasure erupting though your body, wracking your tiny frame, and before long you are on the ground, half naked, drooling, eyes rolling as the ceiling is only just coming back into focus and the footsteps of the goth girl leaving are reverbrating in your brain.
And thank god, as she reaches the door, which creaks, she says,
"Until next time, naughty (print: $gender)."
And she's gone.
[[GAME OVER]](set:$path=$path+(array:"were spanked in wheelbarrow position."))You feel the goth girl's hand against the small of your back. Then, you are naked, hanging out of a second story window, your bare buttocks revealed -- hanging open, like two ripes trees loaded with fresh fruit -- exposed for your spanking.
The first //SMACK// against your naked backside evokes a sense of shock. Of sincere, unfathombable fear and embarassment. Your butt is being spanked as you hang naked from a window, watched by dozens below -- how could this be real? But slowly, surely, it dawns on you.
//SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!//
Each time the spank hits your butt cheek, jiggling it beyond its natural scope and consequence of one full-bodied //smack// -- each time, you are yelping, crying, //screaming// from the window, as the spectators below bear witness to your humiliation.
//SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!//
Your punishment.
//SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!//
Your //spanking.//
//SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!//
And each time the goth girl makes contact, you feel an electric shock course through your body. You feel the energy warm on your ass cheeks, heating the bare flesh you've been sitting on for all of these years. This sting is new to you, this shame -- it reddens your butt, drawing pink, blossoming hand-prints from your upper thighs -- finally causing you to break down in tears, to cry as your butt is spanked over and over and over again...
The people gathering below your window are pointing now. They laugh rauciously, grinning as your butt is slapped again and again, blooing cherry-red by your dormlight, until the spectators are laughing at the tears coursing down your face. Your bottom is tomato red, brilliant and warm and glowing. Your face is wet with tears.
And the goth girl...she's walked away. Leaving you half-naked, dangling from your window, over the crowd gathered below...
[[GAME OVER]](set:$path=$path+(array:"were spanked in public."))"Just a warning: I've got a competitive streak," she says. She sits and takes the controller, uncoiling it.
"Me too," you reply.
"In that case, let's make this interesting," she says, a sly look coming over her face. "You win, and you can have one thing you want. I win," she smirks, "and I get what //I// want."
"And what's that?"
"You'll see."(set:$combo=0)
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(click:?end)[(if:$combo>0)[(display:"Win")](else-if:$combo<0)[(display:"Lose")](else:)[You tied! [[Rematch!->Video Games]]]]She wriggles out of her black jeans, drags her panties down to her ankles, and steps out of them. Your breath is taken away as you realize the situation: you're in the Gates Hall kitchen with a beautiful goth girl, her beautiful, goth girl butt ready for a hard spanking. She kneels on a folding chair and thrusts her creamy white bottom out, arching her back, daring you with her eyes.
You step beside her, place your hand on her thick, voluptuous behind. You squeeze, and she moans softly, smiling, playing cute. Her ass is like an enormous peach, round and juicy and tempting, it makes you water at the mouth. You take out the spatula and tap her three times on the butt cheek.
"Ready, (if:$gender is "boy")[Daddy,](else:)[Mommy,]" she says. You feel your insides thrill, your mind goes static...
//WHACK!//
"Owwwwchie!" she says, hissing. She gives you a pouty look. "That //stings,// (if:$gender is "boy")[Daddy.](else:)[Mommy.]"
"You've been very naughty," you say, and lift the spatula up for a second strike. //WHACK!// And another! //SMACK!// And another! //BWAP!//
The metal paddle shivers each time it makes contact with the goth girl's shapely bottom, her cheeks dancing and glowing pink, her sighs becoming cries, which she tries to silence by cupping her own hand across her mouth. //SMACK! WHACK!// But you can still see in her eyes and hear in her muffled yelps the pain, the burning in her bottom, as you set her gorgeous ass ablaze with spank after spank after spank, the once-pearly butt cheeks changing shades from pink to reddish to deep marroon.
With her other hand, the goth girl reaches between her thighs, exploring with her fingers. You take a moment to explore as well. She's sticky, sweet, wet, shaved -- you lick your finger, taste her essence. You place one hand on her warm butt cheek, feel the warmth from her reddened skin, just as the goth girl drops her head and begins to moan.
"Trying to come without me?" you say, unbuttoning and reaching one hand into your own pants. "Your ass will pay for that!"
//SMACK! SMACK! WHACK!// You swing hard and true, the silver spatula connecting with one cheek and then the next, forming dark red centers to the two circles across her ass...//WHACK! WHACK!//
"Mmmmph!" the goth girl cries into her hand, her other hand moving faster now, her hips turning as you spank, faster, faster, harder, harder...her eyes suddenly, go wide, and dropping her hand, she lets out a loud, shrieking moan! "AAOOOOWWAAAaaaaahhh!" she cries! Her body tenses as she cums, as does your own. Her butt cheeks clench, and you have to stabilize yourself on a shelf loaded with flour bags.
When it's finally over, the goth girl kisses you sensuously as she pulls her jeans over her bright red bum. You both button up, brush yourselves off, and try to seem casual as you step back into the dining hall with none the wiser.
You turn to the goth girl, but she only presses a piece of paper into your hand and swiftly walks away, trying to straighten her hair. You unfurl the paper -- it's a phone number and a note.
"CALL ME," the note reads.
"I will," you whisper to yourself. "I most certainly will."
[[GAME OVER]](set:$path=$path+(array:"spanked her kneeling on a chair.")){(if:$path contains "were spanked over the knee.")[(set:$score=$score+1)]
(if:$path contains "were spanked in public.")[(set:$score=$score+1)]
(if:$path contains "were spanked in wheelbarrow position.")[(set:$score=$score+1)]
(if:$path contains "spanked her over your knee.")[(set:$score=$score+1)]
(if:$path contains "spanked her kneeling on a chair.")[(set:$score=$score+1)]}
#*GAME STATS*
You played as a (color:red)[(print:$player.toUpperCase())] (print:$gender), and you (print:last of $path) Try it again -- play a different way!
You've uncovered (print:$score) out of 5 endings!
[[Play again!->BEGIN]]
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"Oh, god," the goth girl moans as you stroke the head of your erect penis across her wet, ripe, pink fruit. She gasps, mouth wet and glistening, before saying: "Put it in my ass! I want you to //fuck// my ass!" She reaches back, grabs hold of her right butt cheek, and spreads. Her little asshole, a balloon knot between the two perfect, creamy white mounds of her ass, winks at you. "Spit on it," she whispers. "Make me ready to take your cock."
You spit into her luscious ass, wiping the white until her butthole glistens, wet and ready.
Slowly, you push the tip of your cock into her ass, and she grabs the sheets, twisting them in her fists. Her exhalation is slow, soft, a cry on her lips as you pump deeper into her ass until
And she turns back to look at you, black mascera running in tear streaks from both eyes, her hair tusseled, and her gaping asshole drooling your emission.//No one// beats you in //Monkeyball//. The goth girl is no exception, and she throws her controller down in frustration as your character waves a trophy triumphantly from the 1st Place platform.
"I win," you declare, and the goth girl pouts. "Which means I get to have what I want."
"And what might that be?" the goth girl says, playfully.
"I want you over my knee for a spanking, so I can have your ass just like I did in that game."
The words are hardly out of your mouth before the goth girl has kicked off her shoes and is laying herself across your lap, her bottom waggling eagerly in the air.
[[Give her a spanking, you earned it->Spanking OTK]]You really never got the hang of //Super Smash Bros.// The goth girl's Luigi kicks your Peach all over Hyrule Temple, banging you around like a rag doll. Before long, your Peach is spiralling into the background, and the goth girl is grinning mischeviously.
"So..." you begin. "Best two of three?"
The goth girl laughs. "Oh, I don't think so," she says.
"What is it you want to do?"
"Basically," she says, running her hand through her jet-black hair in such a way that you feel a thrill in your belly, "I want your butt to be mine. Your butt is //mine,// and I get to do what I want to it. Understand?"
"Mm-hm," you reply meekly.(if:$player is "sub")[
"And I want the whole //world// to know that I own your butt. That your butt is mine." She spreads out her arms.
"Yes, ma'am," you whimper.
"So I'm gonna spank you," she says, her grin devilish now. "With your front half hanging out the window, for the whole wide world to see."
[[Get in the position->Spanked in Public]]]
(else:)["Now, get over my lap!" she says.
[[Better do what you're told...->Spanked OTK]]][
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