**The Spanking**

Cadence, Abby, and Izz had been teasing me all day. I’d made the mistake of falling asleep in the girls’ locker room after PE, and when I woke up, they were standing over me with their phones out, giggling. The second I tried to move, Cadence pushed me down by my chest. “Oh no, you don’t,” she smirked. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Abby grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head while Izz yanked my sweatpants down to my ankles in one quick pull, leaving me just in my boxers. My face burned, my cock already stiffening embarrassingly fast under their stares. Cadence tapped her phone screen, recording. “Look at him,” she cooed, “getting hard already. Pathetic.”

I tried to cover myself, but Abby tightened her grip, clicking her tongue. “Uh-uh. Hands stay where we can see them.”

Izz hooked her fingers into my waistband next, and with a slow, deliberate tug, she peeled my boxers off, letting my cock spring free. The cold air made me twitch, and all three of them burst into laughter. Cadence zoomed in. “Oh my god, it’s so small when it’s soft!”

“I-it’s not soft,” I stammered, my face on fire.

Abby smirked. “Then why’s it barely poking up? Maybe you need some… encouragement.”

Before I could react, she swatted my ass hard—*smack!*—and I yelped, my cock jumping against my stomach. The girls laughed, snapping pictures. “Look at him, all red and squirming,” Izz giggled, running a finger down my back.

Cadence leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. “You like this, don’t you? Getting stripped, getting spanked like a little bitch?” She landed another sharp slap, and my hips jolted forward. “You’re so fucking hard,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and giving it a slow stroke. “Bet you’d cum just from us laughing at you.”

Abby grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her while Cadence kept jerking me. “Say it,” she demanded. “Tell us you love being our little humiliation toy.”

I moaned, my cock pulsing in Cadence’s grip. “I love it,” I gasped. “I love—*fuck*—being your toy.”

Izz clapped her hands. “Aw, he admitted it! Let’s really make him regret it.”

The next thing I knew, Cadence was pushing me over the bench, my bare ass in the air as Abby and Izz held me down. Cadence’s hand came down again and again, each smack sending a jolt of heat straight to my cock. “Count them,” she ordered.

“O-one…” *smack!* “T-two!” My voice cracked as my thighs trembled. The sting was unreal, but my cock was leaking against the bench, desperate for more.

At ten, Cadence finally stopped, rubbing my sore ass. “Look at that,” she murmured. “Red as a fucking stop sign.” She shoved two fingers into my mouth, making me suck them wet, then dragged them down to my hole. “Think he can take it?”

Abby grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

Izz held my hips steady as Cadence pressed her spit-slick fingers against my ass, pushing in slow. I groaned, clenching around her as she worked me open. “So tight,” she taunted. “You like this, don’t you? Getting fingered while we take pictures of your dumb face?”

I couldn’t even answer—just panted, my cock drooling pre-cum as she curled her fingers inside me. Abby leaned in, licking up the mess I’d made on the bench. “Disgusting,” she said, then smirked. “Do it again.”

Cadence crooked her fingers, rubbing right where it made me see stars, and my whole body tensed. “Oh fuck—I’m gonna—!”

“That’s it,” Izz purred, snapping another photo. “Cum for us, loser.”

I came hard, shooting ropes onto the floor as they laughed, capturing every second. My legs shook, my hole still clenching around Cadence’s fingers as she milked me through it.

When I finally sagged against the bench, breathless, Abby patted my head. “Good boy.”

Cadence pulled her fingers out with a pop, wiping them on my back. “Now clean up your mess.”

And as I got onto my knees, licking my own cum off the tiles under their mocking giggles and flashing cameras, I knew I’d never been more humiliated—or more turned on—in my life.