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room as my face went from warm to boiling. Talana was sitting next to Jemima, and raised her hand to have the palm smacked in congratulation for my punishment. I opened my mouth to protest, but the situation spoke so deeply to my fantasies of humiliation that I was powerless to speak. There I was, the object of contempt for seven girls, girls cruel enough to enjoy fucking others with strap-ons, girls who thought an older woman being spanked was funny.
    ‘Maybe we should adopt the same system?’ the Princess suggested.
    ‘No way!’ Roberta and Rebecca responded, more or less as one.
    ‘I’m not being spanked!’ Jessica agreed. ‘And I’m sure as hell not having my spanking posted on the net. Imagine all those creepy perves getting off on you, yuck!’
    ‘Enough of them got off on you when we beat the Belles,’ Tiffany pointed out.
    Jessica merely shrugged, unwilling to argue the point, and Tiffany went on.
    ‘We can’t imitate the Bitches, no way. We’ll stick to the system Hudson gave us.’
    ‘What’s that?’ Jemima asked.
    ‘Tops off if you don’t make the grade,’ Tiffany explained, ‘bottoms off if you don’t make it twice, and you get to do practice in the nude.’
    This was a detail Hudson had kept from us, but Jemima simply giggled. I’d given all the coffees out and sat down to drink my own, a little apart from the others. They began to talk tactics, now serious, and I did my best to listen and understand, but like Hudson they used so much jargon it was hard to keep up, let alone work out how I was supposed to fit in if I ended up playing. Fortunately that was highly unlikely, as all seven of them were full of enthusiasm and were presumably good, or at least better than me.
    I’ve never been good at sport, and sitting on the edge of that group listening to them talk took me right back to my schooldays. On the rare occasions when I didn’t manage to get off games completely, and sometimes during gym, there had been a nasty little ritual. The teacher would appoint two captains, invariably fit, athletic types, and the captains would then take turns choosing the girls for their teams. I was always among the last few chosen, sometimes the last of all, which had meant standing there with my humiliation rising in little jumps as girl after girl was picked before me. Now I felt the same, but then I had at least had the satisfaction of being able to wipe the floor with them academically. That was now irrelevant.
    Finally Tiffany clapped her hands together.
    ‘OK, practice. Let’s go!’
    They rose as one, skipping to the team room, and I was left to clear up the coffee things. Not that I minded, as my intention was to busy myself with tidying the flat while they got on with training. Unfortunately I’d no sooner got the crockery into the dishwasher than Jemima popped her head out of the team room.
    ‘Come on, Auntie Penny, what are you doing?’
    ‘Just clearing up a bit. You don’t need me, do you?’
    ‘Of course we do! You’re in the team, aren’t you?’
    ‘Well, yes, but I—’
    ‘Come on!’
    Still I hesitated, only for Tiffany to call out from beyond Jemima.
    ‘Get your big ass in here, Penny, unless you want it smacked again!’
    ‘There’s no “I” in team, Penny,’ somebody else called as the rest of the girls burst out laughing.
    I groaned at the last remark and gave up, blushing as Jemima dragged me into the team room. Some of the girls were in panties and bras or just their panties, but others had already changed into their Tribeca Tails costumes, something I didn’t have.
    ‘Um … I need to change,’ I said. ‘I won’t be a minute.’
    ‘Go in your knickers and bra,’ Jemima suggested.
    ‘I don’t think you’ll be needing your bra,’ Tiffany said, and threw me a ball. ‘Let’s see you do twelve out of twenty, or it’s down to your panties.’
    I’d dropped the ball but picked it up, blushing furiously but unable to stop myself doing as I was told. They