I gave her a pleading look, biting my lip, but she just continued smirking at me.
And now here I was, a 27-year-old professional paralegal, getting spanked by a teenage girl in front of God knows how many leering witnesses.
But that's not my problem.
On her night off I had to go in and serve drinks and food to her and her three friends wearing one of those German beer maid costumes and a braided wig, and I'm a guy.
This will only take a minute.
I knew I had been had, but still hoped Tonya would miss and I would be able to rally on sheer terror and adrenaline alone.
I immediately rose up and threw my hands back to rub the stinging out of my poor bottom, oblivious to the full frontal view such a move afforded to the dozens of people in front of me.
Standing there topless in just my panties, I was focused on the immediate humiliation of Tonya's victory and the crowd witnessing my debasement, but as I reluctantly reached my fingers into the waistband of my panties and started to slide them down, the full impact of my situation hit home.