At the Fair

[goodgulf]

At the Fair

"I can't believe my folks didn't want me to go to this fair." Bev giggled, clinging to her uncle's arm.

She'd had to show her ID at the gate, assuring them that she was "of age" - whatever that meant. Bev knew that she couldn't order a beer without that fake ID her cousin got for her but it seemed that she was old enough for this so-called "adult entertainment fair". A new one, it had only been in town a few days, but that was long enough for her parent to forbid her from seeing whatever exotic delights it held. Bev had remarked that for this being an "adult" fair there were certainly a lot teens standing in this line, but her Uncle Ed had just assured her that everyone was legally old enough for some of the things at the fair.

"They'll stamp your hand at the gate and that stamp determines where you can go and what you can do." Ed had told her.

And they had stamped her hand, but they had asked Ed which stamp she should get. Her uncle had somehow known which stamp was which; he had picked one without asking what any of them meant. Then they had passed her a release to sign. Bev had glanced it over, but all it said was something about not trying to cheat at games of chance. At least that's what she assumed the bit about "obeying" the rules of the games.

The only odd thing about the form that Bev could see was how the signatures were labelled. The place she signed was labelled "escortee" while her uncle had to co-sign a spot marked "escort". Then they had directed her to leave by one of five exits and called for the next group to enter the ticket booth. It had seemed like an inefficient system, and Bev wasn't surprised the line moved so slowly. She was going to complain to her uncle about it, but once they were through the door and seeing the sights new words came to her lips.

"Is this really real?" Bev gasped.

"It is." Ed told her.

"Wow! How did all these people get in here so fast?" Bev exclaimed.

"We took the line for newcomers, which take longer." Ed explained. "Most of these are repeat customers. The fair has only here for a short time but they already have a steady clientele."

Bev had barely been able to believe her eyes. Half the fair's visitors seemed to be in costumes, ranging from school uniforms to underwear to things that she could only call fetish wear. The costumes were eye catching, but that was nothing compared to the booths. Games of chance advertised great prizes for winner but paddling for losers. As she watched she saw a giggling "schoolboy" in his mid 20s bending over to get paddled for losing the ring toss. Three hard whacks of the paddle later and he put another dollar down to play again.

And tossed the rings well away from the bottles, obviously aiming to miss.

"Um, what's allowed here?" Bev had asked as the "schoolboy" bent for his paddling.

"Well no sex, not in this section." Ed had explained. "And little real nudity."

"Little?" Bev had asked. "How little is little?"

"In the public area, none, and in the booths, well, bottoms get bared." Ed had admitted. "But what do you expect? We're in the spanking part of the fair."

"We are?" Bev had asked, wondering about the other parts.

"We are." Ed had confirmed. "I thought that this might be a good way of getting your feet wet. It's also a lot less embarrassing than watching you go wild in of the sex friendly parts."

"So are we coming back later?" Bev had asked, watching a girl in a bikini smile as she bent for two good whacks from a strap.

"I'll be coming back here, and you'll be coming back here, but probably not together." Ed revealed. "It's a stupid rule but you need someone over the age of 21 as escort your first time. After that you can enter on your own, at least if you're 18 or over."

"That's wonderful!" Bev had cooed, trying to picture what some of the other parts of the fair might look like. She couldn't wait to come back here alone. It wouldn't be her first time having sex or even her first time with a group but it would be the first time when she didn't know everyone... except for that time at Heather's party and she hadn't actually done anything with those strangers, but they had been in the same room when she did a friend and they might have been watching her.

"So the other areas, are..."

"They're for another day." Ed had said firmly. "I don't have to take you there. You just needed someone to sign you in for the first time and this seemed better than the compulsorily nude section."

"Compulsorily? Compulsorily what? How wild is that place?"

"No sex, but no clothes either. I thought this was better than you looking at my wrinkled old body. Besides, you always seemed to pay attention whenever one of your cousins got it, even though your folks didn't approve of it."

Bev had tried to glance away, but it was hard avoiding the subject when everywhere you looked there were spanking games going on. Bev hadn't wanted to admit it, but there had been a time when she fascinated with her cousins' spankings. She had even gotten them in trouble at times, aiming for times when she couldn't be "shielded" from what was happening. If a spanking had to be delivered at her Uncle Ed's house there were countless ways of shielding her from its sight and sound. A roadside spanking, that was another matter. Even if she was left in the car with the windows up Bev was sure to hear what happened, and most time she even caught a glimpse of it happening. Roadsides spankings weren't the only times she witnessed her cousins getting it, but they were the most common times.

And no many how many times bottoms got warmed, no matter how many times Aunt Heather had to pull to the side of the road to administer some rough justice, Bev's bottom was never so much as patted. Her parents didn't approve and neither Aunt Heather or Uncle Ed would ever cross that line with her. A couple of her cousins' friends got tanned tails, as did a few of their cousins on the other side, but the worse that Bev ever faced was dying of boredom while grounded. Or being sent to bed early. Or missing out on treats and desserts. But never a red bum, not even when it was her actions that got her cousins spanked.

"But don't worry." Ed had assured her. "I'm down as your escort. Technically you can't play any of the games or get involved unless I agree that you can."

Relief flooded Bev. It was just like the old days. She was surrounded by spankings but untouched by them. She could watch and smile to her heart's content and nothing would happen to her. Nothing could happen to her. Secure in her safety, Bev took her uncle's arm and walked further into the fair.


"I can see why your folks didn't want you to come here." Ed said, answering Bev's giggled question. "They've always been trying to shield you. Even back when you were a kid they didn't want to see any of your cousins' get spanked. Especially your boy cousins. As if it mattered at that age."

"Not that they stopped me from seeing it." Bev joked. "You were always baring bums and smacking them."

"Not really." Ed countered. "It was rare for one of them to get it more than one a week. Once a month was more likely. No, you just remember the times it happened, not the all the times it didn't happen."

"And you're too old to be shielded any more." Ed pointed out. "If you're anything like your cousins you've been at for years. There's nothing at this fair that should surprise you."

"Probably not." Bev admitted with a laugh. "But don't tell my dad. I think he thinks that I'm still cherry. As if."

Glancing in one of the booths, Bev saw a man in his 30s having his bare bum tanned under the palm of a teenaged girl. Then she saw a bunch of giggling girls crowded around another booth, one whose banner proclaimed it "The Real Game!".

As they approached, Bev saw the giggling girls bending, sometimes over someone's lap and sometimes just to clasp their ankles, and getting a smack or two each. Most of the girls then went to the back of the line for another try.

"What's that game?" Bev asked, clutching her uncle's arm like the safety net it was.

"I'm not sure." Ed claimed. "I'm not a regular here. If you want we can ask one of the operators."

The barker was calling "Come one, come all, try your luck at the Real Game. The Realest Game in the fair. One dollar, one spin, one chance."

"What are the rules?" Ed asked, glancing at the girls playing the game.

"Well only the real thrill of taking a real risk." The barker proclaimed. "The wheel, dame fortune herself, has over a hundred spots on it. Most call for a smack or two over the clothes, some call for instruments, some call for panties or bare bottoms, and then there's the ultimate."

"The ultimate?" Bev asked breathlessly.

"Yes young lady, the ultimate." The barker proclaimed. "The loser of the ultimate is fashioned into a frame and her bare bottom is strapped mercilessly. Alas, that barely ever happens."

"It doesn't?" Bev asked, not sure if she was disappointed or not.

"Alas no. If the symbol for that comes up then the wheel is spun again, with all penalties increased." The barker informed her. "The ultimate is not applied unless the symbol comes up again. With over a hundred numbers on the wheel, what are the odds of that happen?"

"One in ten thousand?" Ed suggested.

"Even less than that. There's over a hundred numbers. A hundred and eight to be exact." The barker corrected.

"So what's the prize?" Bev asked.

"The prize? Well my dear it's a pat on the fanny and the knowledge that it could have been worse, much worse." the barker proclaimed. "Escaping a spanking is almost as fun as being shot at and missed. It's the thrill of almost getting caught up in disaster and it missing you."

"I'll say." Called a girl who was putting her dollar down. "Every time I play I remember that time I dropped an F-bomb in front of my uncle, only the pastor was there so he couldn't spank me for it and my parents came and picked me up before the pastor left. I knew, really knew, how close I came to getting my bum turned red and when it didn't happen I was so happy."

"Didn't your parents spank you when you got home?" Bev challenged.

"No." The girl laughed. "My parents didn't believe in spanking. But my uncle, that was another story."

"You mean he would... knowing that your parents didn't approve?" Bev gasped.

The girl just shrugged.

"His roof his rules."

Bev's mind went wide at the thought of that. If her Uncle Ed and Aunt Heather had felt that way...

"So is the young lady going to enter the game?" the barker asked, but he directed his question to Ed rather than Bev.

"It's up to her." Ed answered.

Then the wheel stopped its turning. Bev watched as the girl she had been speaking to jump for joy, then bent over as the barker landed a firm smack on her backside.

"I win again!" The girl crowed.

"Did you want to enter?" Ed asked.

"Um, sure." Bev said.

She found herself giggling as she dashed to the back to of the line. She ended up standing next to the girl she had been talking to.

"I'm Bev."

"I'm Caitlin . So that guy, the old fellow you're with, is he your date or something?"

"Date?" Bev snorted. "As if. If I had a date I wouldn't waste my time here. Nah, he's just here to pay my way in."

"Gotcha." Caitlin smiled.

The line moved slowly, too slowly for Bev's tastes.

"I love this game. It's my favourite one here." Caitlin confided. "There are games where you risk a paddling or can win something but might get strapped, but none like this. I know I'm going to get it, at least one smack, but I might get... And there's no take backs. Once the wheel spins you get what you get. You could get the worse prize or the best prize and it's all up to chance."

"Have you ever seen someone lose? Lose big?" Bev pressed.

"Um, not the big one." Caitlin admitted, then she quickly said, "But I once saw a girl get ten swats on the bare from something that looked like the old Board of Education paddle and that left bruises! And I saw another girl get caned, six of the best over her panties, and I've other girls get a few from the strap and stuff like that. It's no worse than some of the other games do but none of them were expecting it. I mean, you could play a game where if you win you get a prize and if you lose you get six of the best, but here you never know what you're going to get."

"I thought it was almost always a pat." Bev countered, a slight bit of alarm showing her voice.

"Oh it is, but it can be so much more." Caitlin reminded her. "And I always try to think about times when I was sure, practically positive that I was going to get it back but didn't. That either I didn't get spanked or it was just a few smacks when I was worried that my butt was going get busted. Remember those times makes it so much hotter."

Bev was about to say that she had never been in that position, then a memory hit her. Of one time at a rest stop, when Aunt Heather had tugged her cousins' shorts down and given them each ten over their undies. Bev had been standing there, grinning as the second kid got it, when some busybody who had to be forty came over and asked Bev why her shorts were still up. She hadn't believed that Bev that wasn't going to be included in the group spanking and was actually "helping" Bev down with her shorts when Aunt Heather called over that Bev's punishment was waiting for her at home. The woman had said something about wiping that grin off of Bev's face right here and now, but Aunt Heather had implied that Bev's parents wouldn't want that. Something about a fresh canvas for the paddle. Bev hadn't understood what her aunt meant, not then, but looking back Bev was more than half convinced that the woman would have spanked her, actually spanked her, if Aunt Heather hadn't spoken up.

A shiver went through Bev. Aunt Heather wouldn't have had to do anything. The woman who was always saying that Bev could use a good spanking only had to stay silent and Bev would have been spanked. Spanked and Bev's parents wouldn't have been able to complain about it. Bev had come that close to getting spanked and she had never really realised it. Not until now.

That was the thought that Bev held in her mind as they finally reached the front of the line.


The game was simple. There were twelve different coloured squares and twelve clickers on the wheel. You put your dollar down on a square and the wheel was spin; whatever your clicker landed on you, that was what you 'won'.

"Here you go." Ed said, handing her a dollar. He had lingered at the front of the line, talking to the barker.

"Thanks." Bev grinned, placing the dollar on a square at random.

Caitlin placed hers on the square next to Bev's, then the wheel was spun.

"Let's see if my parents get here first this time." Caitlin muttered. "Or if the pastor goes home first and my uncle gets to spank me."

Bev nodded, thinking of that busybody. The woman had been trying to get Bev's shorts down and Bev was now convinced that the woman would have given a Bev spanking while Aunt Heather was busy with a cousin. That woman might have even taken down more than Bev's shorts and not have stopped at ten, giving Bev more than her cousins would getting.

The wheel spun and spun, then slowed. Bev watched it advance the final click, her clicker pointing to the most common symbol on the board. Bev grinned at the thought of a solid smack landing on her backside.

"Hold on, we have a big winner. Big Winner!" The barker called.

Glancing away from her clicker, Bev saw that the girl four down from her had landed on space painted as a playing card. There was only one card on the wheel and it was the Ace of Spades.

"The big prize has been won." The barker called. "Now the wheel spins again but the penalties go up! Girls, you might as well drop your pants now. The best you can hope for is the hand over your panties and the worse you can fear is the Ace of Spades shows again."

"This is so cool." Caitlin gushed, lowering her jeans to her thighs to reveal a thong that had disappeared into her backside.

Glancing at it, Bev could see a bit of colour. Mostly splotches of pink with a couple hints of red. Bev wasn't sure she wanted this, but she matched her new friend's grin and lowered her own jeans, revealing a pair of bikini panties.

"You want to risk a panty spanking?" Caitlin laughed, tugging her thong deeper between her cheeks. "Not me. I want to feel it on my bare skin."

"They might be coming down anyway." Bev said, smiling with false bravado.

"That they might. That they might." Caitlin agreed with a contagious grin.

As the wheel spun a second time, Bev thought about the odds. The real odds. The chance of the Ace of Spades coming up the first time was 12 in 108, or one in nine. Bev only had a 1 in 108 of landing on it now, but knowing the real odds explained why Caitlin had seen some hard punishments.

"I wonder what I'll get." Caitlin whispered. "Maybe I'll even have to take my thong off."

Bev nodded, knowing that there was one in nine chance that someone would lose and end up with the big prize. She grinned, knowing that there was a chance that she would watch someone get it, really get it, just like on that day that woman had almost spanked her.

Then the wheel stopped again and Bev was staring in terror. A clicker, her clicker, was pointing to the Ace of Spades.

"We have a winner!" The Barker called. "We have a big winner!"

"On your first time!" Caitlin gushed. "You're so lucky!"

Bev didn't feel lucky. She felt sick. It was as if Aunt Heather hadn't spoken up. She was going to...

"Um, did you want the prize?" Bev offered.

"I can't take it. I didn't win it." Caitlin explained.

"The rules are clear on that." The barker told her. "You agree to take what you win, no more, no less."

"You signed that release." Ed reminded his niece.

"We have a reluctant winner!" The barker announced.

Then there were hands grabbing Bev. She tried to struggle, but there wasn't much she could do. She couldn't even run, not with her jeans around her knees.

"Uncle Ed! Help me!" Bev screamed.

"I can't." Ed called to her. "You know the rules. You took your chance and now you get your prize."

"But I don't want it." Bev sobbed.

Then her jeans were gone and her panties were gone and she was being strapped over this weird bench. There was even a set of stocks for her head and wrist, one that was quickly lowered. Once it secured her head it had the added benefit of blocking her view to the rear. Bev could see forward and a little to the sides, but that was it.

"Stop! I don't want this!" Bev sobbed.

"Give her something to bite down on." The Barker called.

Then a wooden bridle was being forced between her teeth, rendering her screams unintelligible.

"Shall we count?" The Barker called.

Bev winced as the crowd shouted its encouragement.

"One!"

The barker was standing a fair distance away as he cried out the number, but some was standing closer, far closer, and that someone brought the strap down hard on Bev's backside. It dug in deeply, wrapping around her hip, and Bev's screams changed from ones of outraged to those of pain.

Bev couldn't believe it hurt so much! All those time watching her cousins get it... But her aunt and uncle had never used such a cruel strap.

"Two!"

The crowd cheered as the strap landed again. Landed on fresh territory, not over lapping the first blow in the least.

Bev screamed around that cruel block of wood.

"More!"

This time the strap landed across the previously two impacts, bringing fresh agonies.

The crowd was laughing. It didn't seem fair to Bev that the crowd was laughing.

"Yes, I said more." The barker laughed. "Sure I can count to three but who knows how high I can count? Better let her guess at the number. After all, she took her chances."

The crowd was still laughing about that when the strap came down again.

"Now we don't want anyone's arm getting tired, so new strapper, new strapper."

The barker called it like he was at a baseball game and within seconds it was like there was a 'new batter' entering the box.


Afterward delivery ten hard licks that reduced Bev to tears, Ed stood back from his niece and handed the strap to someone else. As he did so he smiled at the camera. There were two of them, one to capture his niece's expressions and one to record the reason behind her grimaces. It cost a bit of money but the fair was too happy to edit the two views together on a split screen DVD. Not that Ed minded the expense; it was far less than the $500 it had taken to bribe the barker to fix the game.

"I take it you'll want a copy of the recording?" The barker asked quietly.

"Of course. Her aunt will love seeing it. She's wanted to see the little minx taken down a peg for years. And the way she's been going around like a bitch in heat, bringing disgrace on the family name."

"Ah, a family matter." The barker nodded. "You should have said. We charged you the lover's revenge price, not the family justice one. Next time you say something and we'll give you the family rate."

"I don't think there will be a next time." Ed laugh, his laughter almost drowned out by Bev's most recent scream. "She's not likely to return with me and even if she did she's not going to play that game again."

"Maybe not." The barker agreed. "But if she does, if she tempts fate again, we could fix it so she loses twice. Or maybe she doesn't lose the next time but the third or fifth time she plays."

"Well..."

"And then there are daughters and wives and there's even a game on the other side of the midway that a son could enter and lose." The barker continued.

"I'm not interested. Other than the strap and the position this all what she should have gotten when she was young and... But maybe if you're back in town when her brother's a couple years older?"

Glancing towards his niece, Ed wondered if she was now regretting not finding out what a sore bottom felt like when she was younger. Then again, if she had she might not have run wild and deserved something like this.

"So did you want to pay in advance?" The barker asked. "In case she does come back here?"

"I'm the one who filled out her paperwork." Ed laughed, talking over Bev's strapping. "If she returns she can come here or she can go to the submissive's section. Either way she'll probably be reminded of what a good hiding feels like without me paying for it. She'll probably prefer the submissive quarter; that way she can get a good poke to go with it."

"Well she won't get that here." The barker chuckled. "Just a good strong strapping."

As he waited for Bev's punishment to end, Ed couldn't help wondering how his wife would look in that position. Maybe he would return and see if he could get Heather to play the game.

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