The winners were ushered back to a room off-set to sit while they set up round two. To avoid awkwardness, the losing other team were given a separate room.

Susan and Kathryn, both topless, folded their arms across their chests and took a sip of water. They'd been given a tiny facecloth each with which to wipe off the worst of the mess, but they had no way of getting completely clean. They sat and sipped water from the bottles they'd been provided.

"So that happened" giggled Kathryn, still upbeat and buzzing from the adrenaline.

"Yeah that was pretty full on I'm just glad we won that final round!" agreed Susan "I have to admit, I did enjoy forcing those two into the cakes, the looks on their faces were priceless!"
"Get you, dominatrix over here" giggled Kathryn.

A runner poked his head round the door, not bothering to knock, and said "Ladies, you need to put these on", and held up two pairs of neon pink cycling-type shorts.

Kathryn moved over and took them from the young man, who was openly ogling the two topless ladies. They pointedly crossed their arms tighter across their chests and Kathryn said "O.K. then. If that's everything"

The man was staring at Susan.

"Hey!" shouted Kathryn. The runner was stunned out of his reverie "Get outta here!"

With a smile, the runner left them to get changed.

Sliding the tight-fitting shorts up their legs, Kathryn teased Susan "Did you see the way he looked at you? Want me to get his number?"

Susan playfully punched Kathryn on the arm.


Meanwhile, in the losers' dressing room, they'd been able to get the top layer of mess off themselves only, and pull their dresses back into shape.

"Oh my God what will my clients think if they saw this?" ranted Sharon to herself more than anything.

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" shouted Julie, finally having had enough of Sharon's bullshit. "You signed up for this show, you knew what you were getting into, I got it just as bad as you"

Sharon wanted to say "You didn't get fingered by the hostess!" but she pushed that thought down. Julie might be able to tell she enjoyed it that pang of shame reignited again.

A runner poked his head round the door and said "Hey ladies, you need to put these on for the next round", holding up a black sports-bra-type top with neon yellow accents.

Julie took them and handed one to Sharon, them looking at them uncertainly.

"Dresses off! Just those!" said the runner impatiently.

"Not with you here fuck off!" spat Sharon.

The runner rolled his eyes and left.

Julie looked at the sports top and her heart sank. So now for the next round she'd only get to wear a top and have to go bottomless?


"Welcome back, it's time for round two, let me welcome out our pink team, Susan and Kathryn!".

Susan ran out, wearing just her cycling shorts, barefoot and topless, with her arms crossed across her chest to cover herself up. This drew whistles, but they tripled in volume when Kathryn ran on behind her, waving to the audience, her boobs bouncing. The pink team assembled to one side of Claire.

"the pinks are ahead 20 points to 10, with 10 points let's welcome back the yellow team!"
Julie led out first, her hands covering her crotch, followed by Sharon doing the same, the yellow team only wearing the tops. Between the two teams there were only enough for two outfits. The four girls glared at each other, ready to go to war with each other now.

Claire introduced "Round two is our physical round we were going to do mud volleyball but our sponsors thought it was too stereotypical, so we're doing oatmeal volleyball instead! Totally different!"

The screen behind Claire and the contestants opened up to reveal a volleyball "court" made up of a sunken pool filled with oatmeal and a net stretched across the middle at head height.
The girls reacted in a variety of ways, Kathryn looked pleased at the prospect of a physical challenge, Susan slumped somewhat, and Sharon and Julie both looked intense - this was something they felt they could do well at.

"Now, pink team, as the winners I have a proposition for you I can let you two have tops to wear, if you take an additional forfeit"

Sharon and Julie's eyes lit up.

"Administered by me"

Sharon and Julie slumped slightly, but still the prospect of seeing Kathryn and Susan get some additional punishment at Claire's hands was appealing.

"What's the forfeit?" asked Susan, looking suspicious.

"I'll tell you if you agree to it, but I need both of you to agree, it's both or neither"

Susan moved to Kathryn and quietly said "I'd quite like to cover back up, but I don't know what the forfeit would be".

"Well, I don't mind staying like I am, I'd rather not do the forfeit" replied Kathryn.

Susan thought for a moment, but the thought of staying topless in front of the audience, and the opportunity to cover up at the cost of a short period of additional humiliation seemed a good deal.

"Please, can we do it, I'd like to get covered up?" said Susan, honestly.

Kathryn stared at Susan. Did she really want to take a forfeit? It could be way worse than just having my boobs on show The look in Susan's eyes was pleading. Kathryn folded, she sighed and said "OK, fine, but you owe me!" with a little smile.

Susan turned to Claire and said "Alright, we'll take the forfeit".

Claire smiled widely "Excellent! I'm going to spank you for 30 seconds"

Susan crumpled. Shit, this was going to be so humiliating! And painful

"So who's first?"

This was met with silence. Susan avoided Kathryn's gaze, and Kathryn was about to speak up when Susan blurted out "I'll go" quietly, but just loud enough to be heard.

Good. Thought Kathryn I'm glad you volunteered - saved me needing to be the bad guy and point out I only did this because you wanted it

A stagehand brought a chair and Claire sat.

"Come here honey, and bend over my knee" said Claire.

Red-faced, Susan moved to Claire, and did so, laying across her lap. One camera moved into position to get a shot of her face, and another to get a shot of her backside.

Claire smoothly slipped down her Lycra shorts to reveal her bare ass. The crowd whistled, and Susan blushed red on both cheeks. Her shaking it around earlier seemed a good idea at the time but the crowd were about to get a prolonged view!

"Start the clock!" shouted Claire, and she raised her right hand, and brought it down with a firm "smack!" on Claire's cheeks. Susan yelped despite herself, and blushed again.

Smack! Susan grimaced as Claire's hand contacted once again

SMACK! Claire hit harder and Susan let out a little grunt

SMACK! Another blow and Susan grunted again

SMACK! Susan broke and yelped "OW!"

As the seconds wore on Claire continued to rain blows on Susan's bottom, sometimes hitting one cheek, sometimes the other, varying locations and styles ensuring she couldn't get comfortable.

Susan was trying to zone out and go to her happy place, but she couldn't help imagine what if it were a big strong guy doing this to her. What if I was wearing a naughty schoolgirl uniform he'd love that she'd been bad, he could spank me to teach me a lesson oh God yes, then fuck me senseless, that'd show me.

Claire was enjoying having Susan lay across her lap, the contact, the reassuring weight of the woman laying on her was certainly starting to turn her on, and the smacking of her ass was definitely getting her horny as well. On some of the smacks she took a moment to grab a handful of Susan's ass cheek after the blow and give it a squeeze.

The camera at Susan's face showed her close her eyes, grit her teeth and try not to let out too many yelps and whimpers, willing away the 30 seconds. Soon the air horn signalled the end of the time, and Susan sprang up - pulling her shorts up and getting away from Claire. She just hoped a wet spot wouldn't show at the front of the shorts, all that fantasising was starting to make her wet.

With a wry smile, Claire invited Kathryn to come take her punishment. Kathryn played up a little bit, bending over and sticking her ass high in the air before pulling down her shorts herself and laying across Claire's lap.

"Start the clock!" shouted Claire, much more excited this time. She started harder with Kathryn than she had with Susan, although more obviously kneading the shorter girl's very toned buttocks, enjoying the muscular glutes of the girl who ran regularly. Kathryn, to her credit, remained as stoic as possible, only letting out odd little grunts as she was spanked. Claire had a mischievous idea, however, to make sure Kathryn couldn't just gut up and ignore the spanking.

Looking to one side, she signalled with a raise of her head to a stagehand who wheeled a cart of pies up behind Kathryn. Kathryn didn't notice, so when Claire picked up a de-tinned pie and smashed it into her ass, Kathryn shrieked. Cream splattered all over the floor and down Kathryn's legs as well as all over Claire's lap. Claire quickly followed up with another empty-handed spank, splattering more cream everywhere, before spanking Kathryn with another pie, cream splattering right between her crack. Claire had reached for a third pie before the air horn went off to signify the end of the 30 seconds. Daringly swiping a finger across Kathryn's ass, she scooped up a finger of cream as Kathryn jostled to her feet, and daintily popped it in her mouth, smiling at Kathryn who looked shocked. Claire was pleased to have had the desired impact.

Kathryn pulled up her shorts to cover her red backside somewhat hidden by the cream as much of which she quickly wiped away as she could before putting the shorts on). Stagehands brought out the tops for the two spanked girls who quickly pulled them on, now happy to be wearing two pieces.

"That fun little diversion out of the way, let's play volleyball!" shouted Claire excitedly, indicating the two teams should take their places on their respective sides of the court. The girls let out a little groan and a shudder as their bare feet sank into the oatmeal. It wasn't cold but it wasn't warm either, and was an uneven consistency with thicker and thinner streaks on the surface (no point mixing it thoroughly if the girls were about to churn it all up anyway, thought the crew).

"Right, pink team, you get first serve" said Claire, passing the ball to Susan, who quickly passed it to Kathryn without a moment's hesitation to a chuckle from the audience "First team to 5 points wins, and each point will be worth 10 points to your team meaning if your team win 5-0 you'll have a full 50 points. Now let's play!"

Kathryn served the ball powerfully up and over the net. Sharon and Julie both followed it up and over, trying not to lose it in the studio lights on the ceiling, and it fell towards Julie. She planted her feet firmly apart (the camera angle from behind caught a nice shot of her toned ass), as she set her arms and returned the serve handily over the net.

It fell back towards Susan, who cringed as she saw the ball coming her way, but held her arms flat in front of her, trying to copy what she'd seen Julie do. As the ball fell, she looked away and kept her arms out, luckily the ball bounced up, but backwards further into their own side. Kathryn reacted quickly and scrambled to run to it, churning up the gooey oatmeal, hitting a powerful but inaccurate lob over the net.

Sharon was standing with one hand covering her crotch, no way was she going to let everyone get a prolonged view of her vagina. She saw the ball coming her way but also saw how high it had lofted. It was overhead but it looked like it was going to go out - a tough call but Sharon decided to leave it rather than dive backwards and fall into the oatmeal to try and get it. The ball landed and bounced a mere inch inside the court.

"That was in" declared Claire, getting a "YES!" from the pink team. Kathryn and Susan slapped hands Kathryn leaned in toward Susan and gave her a quick pep talk "You're doing great, you can do this".

"I'm not sporty like you, I was always picked last for phys ed at school" said Susan uncertainly
"We make a great team" said Kathryn "just follow the ball, set it up for me and I'll spike it down. We'll win this and go into the final game with a big lead".

Meanwhile, over on the other side, Sharon had drawn Julie's ire "Why did you leave it?!" demanded Julie
"I thought it was going out" pleaded Sharon, sounding uncertain for once.

"Well you were dead wrong about that, weren't you?!" spat Julie back.

Sharon winced, she didn't want to have to get in the oatmeal, she just wanted to get through this as clean as possible, she was already bottomless.

Claire handed the ball back to Kathryn to serve, who had immediately noticed that Sharon was using one hand to cover herself at all times.

Claire meanwhile had picked up a super soaker, and pumped it a couple of times to increase the pressure.

Kathryn lobbed the ball barely over the net towards Sharon, who kept one hand clamped firmly in place over her crotch, and used one fist to punch the ball upwards.

The ball shot sideways towards Julie, and on reaction, she put her hands out and managed to deflect it over the net, towards Susan. Claire shot a jet from the super soaker, and the gooey honey which was held within shot out at pressure and hit Susan in the back, splattering out behind her. The momentary distraction caused her to shriek and take her eyes off the ball, but luckily Kathryn had also run towards it. She returned the ball over the net, and Julie tried to react but slipped trying to change direction and fell into the oatmeal on her side, the ball landing with a wet splat a foot next to her.


"That's 2-0.." said Claire "and you might have noticed, oatmeal is nothing without honey, so I'll be making sure to coat whoever is in the lead just to make sure they're a little bit sweeter" she giggled, pumping the super soaker again suggestively.

"Get up!" hissed Sharon

Julie slammed her fists down in frustration and jumped up "I'm not taking orders from you!" she yelled "Just watch your side of the court and God help you if you miss a shot, use both hands for God's sake!" she ranted.

Claire passed the ball to Susan, who looked at Kathryn. Kathryn thought we've got a lead, let's see if we can do anything to help Susan's confidence and so said "Why don't you serve?"

"OK" said Susan uncertainly. She looked across the net at Sharon and Julie, Julie's face set in a grimace, a demon possessed, ready to make back the points, she wasn't going to lose.
She hefted the ball up with one hand and used the other to bash it towards Sharon. Sharon once again used only one hand to parry the ball back, this time hitting it and getting it over the net.

Thank God! Thought Julie

It fell easily to Kathryn, who got down low and set it up ready for Susan to spike it just as Claire unleashed a jet of honey to her chest and face, getting a shriek and a giggle from Kathryn. Susan jumped, but missed the ball and hit the net, the ball falling harmlessly down to splat in the wet oatmeal. Claire shot Susan in the face with a jet of honey by way of punishment, the sticky goo covering the top of Susan's head and getting in her hair.

"Ooooh! A miss there" taunted Claire

"Damn it!" shouted Susan.

Kathryn felt a pang of frustration, she'd tried to let Susan have a chance to play an equal part but it was clear she wasn't as good at this more physical game than she herself was.
"It's OK, just set the ball for me and I'll take care of the spikes" said Kathryn, trying to soothe herself as much as Susan.

"Let me try again I can get this!" said Susan.

"NO!" said Kathryn, a little more forcefully than she'd intended "I mean we want to win this, let me handle the spiking"

"Just one more try" said Susan.

Kathryn forced a smile and said "Sure". She tried to push the frustration down but it was bugging her. She didn't want to lose!

"2-1 now" said Claire, now handing the ball to Julie to serve.

Julie served the ball towards Susan, who set her hands and returned the ball back to Julie. Julie went to lob it far but misjudged and the ball headed for the middle of Susan and Kathryn's side. Kathryn returned it long, aiming for the back of the court near Sharon, much like in the first point. Sharon this time moved into position to make sure she returned it, but still kept one hand clamped over her privates, and used the other to attempt to return the ball. As she only had one hand she balled it up into a fist and punched the ball as hard as she could. The power did not make up for a lack of control, sadly, and she only succeeded in punching it into the net.

"That's 3-1!" proclaimed Claire "It's not looking good for Sharon and Julie here, you really need the points, so time to step it up!"

Julie had lost it. She rushed at Sharon and got in her face "You don't want to get messy? Well tough!" and placed one leg behind Sharon's leg and shoved her hard, tripping Sharon backwards to fall heavily on her ass into the oatmeal. "There! Now you don't need to worry any more, you're already messy" yelled a furious Julie as she then straddled Sharon and rolled her over so she was face-down, grabbed her hair and forced her head down into the gooey slop. Sharon was so shocked she didn't have time to even resist until she was face down with Julie on top of her. She started to struggle and managed to throw Julie off, before diving on top of her and grabbing handfuls of oatmeal to mash them into Julie's face.

Meanwhile, Kathryn, Susan and Claire were all watched this with amusement until Claire called "Ladies!"

"LADIES!" followed by a jet of honey just to coat the two wrestling ladies.

No response, the two were too entwined in their messy catfight and weren't listening.

Claire shrugged and handed the ball to Kathryn, saying "play on", who looked and Susan and shrugged. Kathryn played a gentle serve to the opposite side of the court to where the two ladies were swearing at and smearing oatmeal over each other, and the ball landed with a heavy SPLAT unchallenged into the oatmeal.

The heavy landing of the ball seemed to shake the two fighting ladies out of their stupor. Sharon had been trying to spank Julie but she'd just managed to slip away, totally covered as she now was in the sloppy oatmeal and sticky honey. Panting, the two stopped, and looked over at Claire and at the ball.

"That's 4-1" said Claire, into the silence "One more point and you've lost. I suggest you two get up and get on the same page or else you're going to have an insurmountable mountain to climb in the final round"

Julie stood up, and hanging her head, held her arm out for Sharon to help her up.
Sharon hotly slapped the hand away and stood up under her own steam. The two stood back in their places but didn't look at one another.

Sharon picked up the ball, now not bothering to cover her lower areas, plastered as there were in oatmeal anyway, and handed it to Claire.

"Excellent, glad to see you two are getting on so well again" she said with a wry smile.
She gave Kathryn a large squirt with the high-pressure honey, from her feet up to her chest, causing her to shriek, before blasting Susan in the face and chest, getting a burbling yell from the librarian.

"What was that for!" spluttered Susan.

"Just because" said Claire nonchalantly.

She handed the ball to Susan. Susan scraping honey out of her eyes but full of confidence nonetheless looked at Kathryn and nodded, to check she was ready. Kathryn took a ready stance. The audience, abuzz and craned forward in anticipation would this be the winning point?

Susan served the ball towards Sharon, but Sharon now had her feet planted firmly apart, both arms now ready to return the ball. Sharon lobbed it high toward Kathryn, who returned it again. Sharon moved once again and laid her arms flat, ready to set. She set the ball at the perfect height for Julie to leap and spike the ball down over the net next to Susan. Susan scrambled for it but it was moving too fast and it only managed to hit Susan's feet.

"4-2!" said Claire "Glad to see you two are back on the same page Julie and Sharon".

The two looked at each other and did give each other a small nod, a grudging show of respect. Perhaps a truce was possible...

Claire handed the ball to Sharon, who served it over the net towards Susan

Jeez, stop picking on me, will you? thought the librarian

She returned it back to Julie, who made more of a meal of returning it than she might, ending up off balance at the back of the court. It went to Kathryn who aimed at Sharon, who ran cross-court but got to it. This left both members of the yellow team off-balance and a gap uncovered near Susan.

"Spike!" shouted Susan, as the ball fell towards Kathryn.

Are you sure? Thought Kathryn

"No!" said Kathryn, keeping one eye on the ball

"Come on! Spike!" shouted Susan insistently

Alright thought Kathryn, butterflies in her stomach. The last time hadn't gone well, but maybe this time when the chips are down. You can't afford to miss this

Kathryn set the ball at the perfect height towards Susan.

Susan followed the ball, and jumped up to spike it. Everything seemed to slow down and go into slow motion, as the ball moved to just where she wanted it. She moved her hand and slammed downwards. The ball started a steep downward trajectory, but with horror both Kathryn and Susan realised it was too steep, the ball hit into the net on their side, and fell to the floor.

The audience let out an audible "Awwww".

This was too much for Kathryn, the frustration inside boiled over and she kicked a wave of oatmeal at Susan, splattering all up her front.

"What the hell was that?!" she yelled, her anger getting the better of her.

Susan, shocked and trying to clear her eyes was about to respond when Kathryn was hit in the face with a concentrated stream of honey for a good 5 seconds.

She could hardly breathe and was flailing around trying to block the stream. When it stopped, Claire lowered the super soaker and said "You've got some oatmeal on me"

Susan turned and with Kathryn looked at Claire. She did have a couple of tiny flecks of oatmeal on her tights, but she looked furious.

"Right, I've had enough of this! You bitches don't seem to be able to get along, so pink team, I'm docking you half your points. Yellow team, you had 2 points so I'll convert that to 20, in conjunction with your 10 points from the first round that puts you on 30 points. Pink team, you now have 2 points".

"WHAT?!" said Susan and Kathryn in perfect sync, both shocked. "But but that's not FAIR!" spluttered Susan "Those two got into a fight and didn't get punished"

"It's only a little oatmeal" said Kathryn, trying to calm the situation

Claire's face contorted into a death glare and said "Are you arguing with ME?! Fine, I'm docking ALL of your points for this round!"

That shut both Susan and Kathryn up, who meekly hung their heads and nodded, cowed into submission.

Sharon and Julie both cackled, and smiled. This was definitely an unexpected turn of events
"So with the pink team scoring ZERO POINTS this round" said Claire pointedly, "That puts the yellow team ahead 30 points to 20. We'll take a short break and we'll be ready for the final round when we come back" said Claire, marching off to wipe the pitifully small amount of mess on her legs off.

The contestants were ushered back into their rooms to once again use tiny washcloths to get a superficially small amount of mess off, plastered as they were with beige/grey lumpy oatmeal which in some cases was starting to dry out in the studio lights.