Chapter 6 - Round 3

Walking back after Round 2 was awkward. The walk was less than five minutes from the outside of the barn to our bedroom, but it felt like a long time. I knew there were at least seventeen people in the building, but I did not see anybody. It felt alone. I had waited so long before round 2 started and frankly, the second round had been fun for me, but now I had to wait again, by myself. That for me was the most difficult part of this challenge, the time to reflect, and I did not want to reflect.

Fortunately having gone last in Round 2 turned out to be a benefit, as this time, I didn’t have to wait very long. The soft knock on the door startled me, but when I opened I saw Penelope with a small group of men. Her mission was to gather all the male partners and lead us back to the living room.

When we got to the living room, we saw that the women were already there. They had covered themselves in a large bath towel and I assumed their underwear was underneath based on Diane’s bra straps. I looked around and found Gemma. I did not see any straps on her shoulders and it looked like she had kept her promise of not wearing any bras for the remainder of the weekend.

Diane walked up to me, but before we had a chance to talk, Penelope started to talk.

“Ladies and Gentlemen”, Penelope said in her usual formal tone, “We are almost done with Round 2 and have just some formalities left. After the formalities, we will have lunch. After lunch, you will have some time for yourself and a chance for the ladies to change. But first the outcome of the second round.”

Some of the women looked more nervous than others about the outcome. To me, Diane looked confident based on the quick smile she gave me. That was all the interaction we had because Penelope started to talk again, this time she had a crop in her hands.

Penelope, because of her formal appearance, looked like a queen to me, ruling her underlings. Every time she spoke, everybody listened. This time, she stood in the middle of the living room with of course her loyal dog right next to her. The crop, because of the way she held it, looked like a scepter in her hands adding to the imposing aura of her appearance.

“I will keep it short”, Penelope said, “as I am sure you are all eager for lunch. The points for the second round have been tallied and the most recognized female of this round is Brianna.”

Penelope had spoken slowly and had placed a small pause in her speech before saying the name. It had worked as it had created tension in the room and everyone went silent. Now there was some chatter again. The fact that Brianna was the most recognized surprised me and made me wonder why somebody had mistaken e.g. Gemma or Carolyn. They felt like the easiest to recognize for me.

“As was for Round 1,”, Penelope explained, “Round 2 has an immediate consequence that we will execute upon now. Note that the outcome of all rounds will count towards the final score of the Queen Bee competition, including the outcome of rounds 1 and 2.” For me, that part had already been clear, based on the crop in her hand, Somebody was going to be hit with that crop, similar to when I had been allowed to take a swat at Gemma’s breasts after the first round.

“Brianna”, Penelope continued, “if I can get you to come forward and please drop your towel.”

Brianna hesitated for a second, but after a quick explanation from Penelope that not completing round two would disqualify her from the competition, she took off her towel. Brianna’s underwear was stylish, but not erotic. It had some lace edges but looked like something a forty-year-old woman would wear to be sexy, not a female in her early twenties.

Penelope asked Brianna to bend over the table and stretch her arms forward. Carolyn, the strongest of the females here, was asked to hold on to Brianna’s hands from the other side of the table, to create some type of restraint.

“Brianna”, Penelope said as she was standing right next to her, “was the most recognized by the men of this group. As a result, she will receive ten strokes with this crop.”

Penelope looked at a piece of paper and announced that the person who had recognized the most ladies correctly in this round was me again. She asked to come forward and handed me the crop.

“Well Sir, you seem to be good at this game, near perfect. I assume I don’t have the explain the conditions again?”, she said.

I thanked Penelope for handing me the crop but was wondering what ‘near perfect meant’ and whom I had misidentified. It wouldn’t be as much fun to hit Brianna as it would have been hitting Gemma again. I still took some time to savor the moment before moving myself to the right position behind Brianna. Extending my hand backward, I was ready to apply the first hit with the crop but I was stopped by Penelope.

“Sir, please remove the lady’s underwear first. Corporal punishments are traditionally always executed on the bare skin.”

After a quick apology, I placed the crop on the table and moved behind Brianna. From the side, I saw Diane give me a quick smile and she blew me a kiss. Squatting down, I aligned myself with Brianna’s buttocks and I carefully pulled down her panties from the back to expose her behind. I was only a mere inches away, and I was sure she could feel my breath on her butt. I scooted left and once in position pushed the underwear simultaneously down on the front and the back. This allowed me to see her pubic hair and the top of her vagina as well as scrape the back of my fingers of her private parts. My view confirmed the trimming of her pubic hair and I could see her larger clit from this angle. She was standing close enough to the table that I didn’t think it was visible to the others. I left the underwear at her ankles, knowing it would make it harder for her to move, but hopefully also added to her humiliation.

Brianna was lying flat on the table, facing forward. Her boobs were pressed down as Carolyn was stretching Brianna’s arms as far as she could. I picked up the crop and applied the first hit on Brianna’s naked behind.