The girls let out a collective "Ooh", their eyes bright with amusement at your obvious shyness.
What do you do? Your armpits feel damp with sweat, and you're flushed to the ears.
"Come on, sweetie, turn around," prompts the coed as she crawls toward you.
Quivering like Jello, you present your backside. Your face is scrunched up; tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you wait for the humiliating spanking.