I’ve shared some of my past experiences with a group of my brother’s friends who I have occasionally had sexual encounters with, initially with me more of the initiator.

Since then, the last couple of times I’ve found myself in that particular naked group, the guys have gotten a lot more confident and aren’t afraid to be the initiators any more or set the tone so to speak…I’ve had a few hook-ups individually with a few of them and those have still been very sheepish on the guys’ parts, but when they’re all together now I guess they feed off each other more and it’s a whole different dynamic than those first times as a group when they were very reserved and passive.

I won’t bog down this post with all those details or recaps, just giving a little more context for anyone who has followed my past posts/comments about this kind of developing saga lol.

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Anyway, this happened yesterday. My brother went to the Vikings game with my dad, so I knew his regular group of friends would be watching the game together and there would be a safe window of time he wouldn’t be showing up unexpectedly…so when one of the guys invited me over to “hang out and watch some football and whatever else,” I knew there was probably a group decision by them on their intentions with me for the day lol.

I dropped the prior pretense completely and just bluntly texted back “yeah, I’ll head over once my brother leaves and I’m up for whatever you guys decide to do with me until the game ends, so you tell me what the game plan is.”

I get a thumbs up emoji from him. A few minutes later I get thumbs up emojis texted to me from each of the other guys too lol.

…All six of them.

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I reply to the now group text and ask “should bring anything for the game?” One of them asks “what kind of game equipment do you have?”

I text a pic of my assortment of toys and lubes and promptly get a “bring it all lol” response.

I arrive half an hour before the game. The living room has clearly been rearranged, with chairs and couches moved away from the TV to make room for a davenport I had only seen once previously, I think in one of the bedrooms or maybe the sun room. The davenport was positioned in the center of of the room a few few feet away from the TV.

I chuckle a little, “hey guys! Haha I see you’re prepared to make efficient use of the time you own me for huh??”

They all laugh and one of them hands me a piece of paper with printed text on it (lol these nerds literally typed it up, but helpful reference now lol):

1. WELCOME TO FANTASY FOOTBALL FUCKING

2. Safe phrase is “Minnesota frauds”

3. Instructions: disrobe completely and present yourself and assembled equipment (toys) on davenport no later than kickoff of Vikings game. Submit to any direction and remain available/ready for use in competition until end of Vikings game. Maintain appropriate lubrication necessary to enable full scope of competition. Provide enthusiastic assistance equally all scoring drives. You may not speak for the duration of the competition unless specifically instructed to. Instruction infractions will be punished and may result in disciplinary actions you shall be responsible for accepting even if outside time period you initially agreed to submit to, as any infraction by nature indicates a breach of initial agreement and must be remedied by you in added subjugation time.

4. After reading this, you may withdraw and leave immediately or you may hand this piece of paper back to one of the guys, thereby acknowledging your understanding of this direction given and submission to all details in whole.

I laughed reading some of it but was undoubtedly turned on and horny as fuck…these guys have been doing some homework lol…so I hand the piece of paper back to one of the guys.

I was in. For what? I wasn’t quite sure…but I knew it would at least be an interesting day lol.

A few seconds after handing the piece of paper back though I thought of a question and turned back and asked “wait, what exactly is the competition, like how does that part work or—“

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Before I could finish, another one of the guys grabbed me around my waist from behind, carried me to a chair, sat down, bent me over his lap, pulled up my dress over my ass and then yanked it up over my head, covering my face, pulling the fabric tight across my mouth.

I heard multiple footsteps walk swiftly across the dining room toward me. Someone grabbed the waist band of my thong and ripped upward toward my back, forcing the narrow fabric strip to split my pussy lips and roughly drag in and across my pussy (including my unprepared clit), as well as the outer, unlubed skin of my asshole.

There was a little pain, but I was more taken by surprise than anything. These guys were taking our dynamic to a whole new level and I hadn’t realized they even had this kind of thing in them…lol I was almost proud in a way. That fleeting moment of prideful reflection was replaced swiftly by sharp, stinging pain, though, because someone or maybe two people began spanking me with attention snapping force.

Maybe 7-8 spanks in, they stood me up and pulled my dress back down, finally explaining:

“The instructions were clear! No speaking unless someone specifically tells you to respond do them! Got it? Unless one of tells you to answer us, or you use the safe phrase, silence from you.”

I nodded my head, doing my best to look submissive and apologetic. One of the other guys confirmed: “yeah? You understand?”

“Yes sir, I understa—“

Fuuuuck

The guy who asked me opened a kitchen drawer while another sat me back down sideways on his lap, this time face up, then laid me on my back. From the kitchen he had retrieved a spatula. My legs were bent back up into the air and my dress pulled up, but this time my head left out and able to tilt up and look down at my punishment.

5 minutes in and it was clear “infractions” would not be tolerated…and that punishments would quickly become severe if the same mistake was made more than once, because what was 7-8 spanks and a little thong wedgie was now leveled up.

One of the guys grabbed a scissors off a desk a few feet away and cut my thong off me, balled it up and stuffed it in my mouth. Mr. Spatchula started spanking me with it…hard, like, red marks for a few days hard…for a good 3ish minutes straight.

To put an exclamation mark on the punishment, the last spank wasn’t to my ass cheeks, but directly to the part of my pussy squeezing out the backside of my squeezed-together legs that were being held back. Now that drove home the situation I was now operating in: I had better learn this lesson immediately and turn my “good girl” ability as high as it can go…

…a realization that left me a little nervous, more excited and even more turned on. I was dripping wet.

[Part II/III next]