Sports Betting

Continued from: Feet Lovers

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [lezdom]

So the girls went on record and officially picked their teams for the Super Bowl last night, a game that before it started, could have gone either way. 

Patrick and the Chiefs probably represented the safe bet, while Jaylen and the Eagles could have been perceived as more of the gamble. 

As for me. I got to sit this one out, as my team are the New Orleans Saints. Black and gold...was there ever any question, it totally suits me! 

And, as many of you know who have read my blog in its entirety, New Orleans holds a special place in my heart. 

One of the nice features about living in Canada and being an NFL fan, is that we're not geographically bound to root for a home team. You can essentially just pick any team to become "my team". So the Saints have always been my jam. 

Alas, no black and gold to cheer for this year, and I certainly wasn't going to pick Taylor Swift's boyfriend's team. Hey, if we become the 51st state do we get an NFL team? The Toronto polar bears or something? That could be a perk to Trump's insanity...we get a home team to cheer for. 

There was talk once, about Canada getting a NFL team. I'm glad we didn't because we likely would have dicked it up. Having been to a tailgate before (Buffalo Bills), it is truly about the atmosphere and electricity of game day, the people, food and friends to enjoy the experience with. 

We still have laws pertaining to alcohol that date back to the prohibition era. People would complain about noise or traffic. There would likely be rules surrounding cooking in the parking lot, or that would be outlawed all together, so concession food has a monopoly. A tailgate would become a "beer gardens" to the tune of $12.99 for a can of beer. 

Yep, we would have dicked this up royally. Don't believe me, take a family of four to a Toronto Maple Leafs game, you'll be in for a thousand dollar night. 

Anyway...rant over. 

I ended up going with the Eagles, as the girls literally got into slutty cheerleader outfits with matching CFM boots. (Oooo, there's an old-school term!) 

Just as the kickoff was about to go down, Russ and I could hear them giggling and commiserating on the floor in front of us. They had apparently placed a wager on the game. The winning girl gets to spank the losing girl, followed by anal punishment. 

They asked us for permission to lay down this bet. Russell and I clarified with them, what exactly anal punishment consisted of. I guess the winner will get to strap-on bang the losing girl, in the butt. *Sigh, oh girls! That one was totally Sarah Jane's idea, I could tell, she's such a little butt-slut. 

With the stakes clearly laid out, the girls continued to giggle as they shook on it and hugged, sealing their fate with the bookies (Russell and I).  

By halftime, with a score of 24-0, our little Sarah Jane started to get quiet as Russ and I watched on in amusement. By the end of the game with the Eagles putting up 40 points to Mahommes' 22, Sarah Jane removed her panties and quietly walked to the corner to await her fate. 

At least she was a good sport about it! Certainly not a sore loser…yet! 

Russell and I watched from the opposing sofa as Summer took Sarah over her knee, lifted her adorable cheer skirt and went to town on her porcelain bare bum. Half way through the spanking I went to retrieve the "punishment" strap-on and some lubricant. We keep a special, more robust strap-on dildo for moments such as these, when "anal punishment" is necessary. 

Summer faced Sarah into the corner after her spanking, positioning her on all fours, starring ahead at the blank wall in shame and embarrassment. 

With a generous amount of lubricant, Summer saw to her task with a punishing enthusiasm, pounding her hips into poor Sarah's spanked bottom. The room was filled with Sarah's grunting, as she struggled to take her punishment. Each grunt was met with a sharp slap from Summer, telling her to be quiet and take it. 

We all slept in the same bed last night, all nestled in various positions of intimacy, Sarah Jane's spanked and ravaged ass, nuzzled against Russell's locked-up penis. 

"Sorry you lost," I heard him whisper to Sarah. 

"It was still a win in my books," she replied with a giggle from both her and Summer. 

What a pair, these two! Total butt sluts! 

Maybe next year, I'll enter the mix with a bet of my own. Maybe Russell and I should square off with a bet? One that could land me over Daddy's knee. Should I start shopping for my own cheer uniform? 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo