Spank a Waitress Wednesday

"Spank a waitress? Hell yeah," one of them men said. "How many can we buy?"

"No limit. Tickets are two dollars apiece," Denise said.

"I'll take ten," one of the men said. He handed her a twenty-dollar bill, and Denise tore off ten tickets and gave them to the man. Denise took the tickets with the matching numbers and placed them in a fishbowl that was located near the bar, with a sign on it labeled "Spank a Waitress tickets" on it.

By four o'clock the bowl was nearly full, but Jake packed them all in with his hand to make room for more.

It was a quarter to eight in the evening when Denise realized she had personally sold over three hundred tickets in the past six hours, and the fishbowl was overflowing. Every table in the restaurant was full, and Jake opened up an outdoor patio that had a view of the stage to fit more customers in.

Denise was on her way back to the bar to pick up another roll of tickets when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Denise turned around to see Marissa.

"Denise, it's time," Marissa said. "You need to put your nametag in the bowl in the kitchen."

Denise's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my God," she thought to herself. "Please don't let it be me. Not this time."

Denise walked into the kitchen and saw another fishbowl, this one full of nametags. She saw Candace take the tag off her uniform and drop in into the bowl.

Denise walked up to the bowl and looked inside. There were about fifteen tags inside, with more to come. Denise unclipped the nametag from her uniform and held it over the fishbowl.

"If I get picked, I hope Ally will be right," Denise said, and she let go of her nametag.

The nametag plopped into the bowl, hidden among the others. Denise turned around and went back to work.

At eight o'clock, Jake appeared on stage, and the room quieted.

"May I have your attention?" Jake said. "May I have your attention? It is now time for our weekly Spank A Waitress raffle."

The audience cheered, and Jake continued.

"The lucky winner will get the opportunity to give one of our waitresses a paddling on her sweet heinie. The winner will also get too keep our complementary Joe Bambino's paddle!" Jake said.

He held up a wooden paddle, which had the Joe Bambino's logo painted across it, and placed it on a table on front of him.

"Would my lovely helpers please bring forth the fishbowls?" Jake asked.

Marissa and another waitress emerged from the kitchen, carrying the fishbowls. Marissa carried the bowl with the nametags, while the other waitress carried the one with the tickets. Denise quietly took some drink orders while she watched her coworkers carry up the bowls.

The waitresses placed the bowls on the table in front of Jake and stepped off the stage.

"It is time," Jake said. "To select this week's winner. Choosing the winner will be our esteemed waitress, Miss Marissa Lackey!"

The crowd applauded as Marissa stepped onto the stage. She reached into the bowl, fished around for a good ten seconds, and withdrew one ticket. Marissa read the ticket aloud.

"184739," Marissa read into the microphone. "Would the owner of ticket 184739 come to the stage, you are our winner!"

The diners looked at heir tickets, when one diner stood up.

"I've got it! I am the winner!" the diner said. He was a young man in his early thirties, with blonde hair and long sideburns. He walked up to the stage and handed his ticket to Marissa. Marissa examined his ticket and nodded at Jake. Jake handed the man the Joe Bambino's paddle.

"Congratulations sir," Jake said. "What is your name?"

"Mike Waters," the man said,

"Well Mike, you've won our complementary paddle," Jake said. "But more than that, you win the opportunity to use it. Go ahead and pick your girl."

Jake slid the bowl with the nametags towards Mike, and Mike stuck his hand in the bowl and fished around. Denise's heart raced and she walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the drink orders.

Mike read the nametag aloud.

"Candace Levine," Mike said.

"Candace!" Jake said. "Our lucky girl is chosen yet again. Candace, would you please come to the stage?"

Denise breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the kitchen, and saw Candace standing there absolutely enraged.

"I got picked again? What the hell is this?" Candace screamed to herself. "I'm telling Jake this is complete crap."

Candace walked up to the stage and the crowd applauded as she ascended the steps up towards Jake.

"Congratulations Candace," Jake said. "You're getting the paddle once again."

Candace did not have a microphone, so Denise could not hear what Candace was saying to Jake. She did not look happy. Candace and Jake argued for a few minutes before Jake took up the microphone again.

"I'm sorry, folks, but we need to do a redraw," Jake said.

The audience booed.

"I know, I know, we all love Candace, but she's right. She just got chosen last week and she's still little sore," Jake said. "Mike, you go ahead and choose another girl."

Mike reluctantly reached into the fishbowl as Denise emerged from the kitchen, carrying drink orders towards her table.

Mike removed a nametag, and looked at it. It was blank.

"What's this?" Mike asked. Jake looked at the tag.

"Sorry Mike, a blank one must have gotten in there," Jake said. "Go ahead and choose again."

Mike reached into the bowl a third time and drew out another tag. Denise set the drinks onto her table and braced herself.

"Denise B.," Mike said.

Denise's heart sank. The men at her table knew her already, and they looked at her and smiled. Denise didn't know what to do but smile nervously back at them.

"Miss Byers!" Jake said. "Would Miss Denise Byers please come to the stage?"

Denise backed away from her table. She knew Jake couldn't see her in the dark crowded restaurant. She looked to the door.

"I could run for it," Denise said to herself. "I could make it to the door and never come back."

Denise slowly tuned around, and walked inconspicuously towards the exit.

"Denise Byers?" Jake repeated. "Would Denise Byers come to the stage, you are our winner."

Denise walked towards the exit, only to have someone block her path.

"Marissa!" Denise said.

Marissa stood between Denise and the door.

"Denise, what are you doing?" Marissa asked. "Go up to the stage!"

Denise froze.

"I don't want to, Denise said.

"It's okay; everybody gets nervous," Marissa said. "Come on, I'll walk you there."

"No!" Denise said, pushing her way to the door. "I don't want to do it!"

"Denise Byers, where are you?" Jake said.

"She's here, Jake!" Marissa shouted, waving her hand to get Jake's attention.

"Denise! There you are!" Jake said, looking right at Denise. "Please come to the stage."

Denise didn't know what to do. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at her. Denise couldn't leave, but didn't want to stay. Marissa put her arm around Denise and began to walk her up to the stage.

"Don't mind her folks," Jake said. "Denise is a little shy, but she'll warm up to all of us in a few minutes."

The audience chuckled as Marissa led Denise up to the stage.

"I don't want to!" Denise whispered.

"It's okay!" Marissa said. "I've been spanked twice in the past year; it's not a big deal. It hurts a little, but you'll be fine."

Denise walked up the steps and stood on the stage.

"Let's all give Denise a big hand!" Jake said.

The audience applauded, and Denise turned to face Mike, who had the paddle in his hands and Denise in his sights.

"Denise, I'd like you to meet Mike Waters," Jake said.

"Pleased to meet you, Mike," Denise said.

Denise and Mike shook hands, and then dropped their hands idly to their sides.

"All right, Denise, all we need is for you to bend over this table, and we can get this spanking underway," Jake said.

Denise walked over to the table, and bent all the way over, placing her arms out in from of her.

"No, no, Denise," Jake said. "You need to turn so you are facing away from the audience. Let them see your backside."

Denise couldn't believe he was saying this. Denise had her side facing the audience, but she got up and moved so she was faced way from the audience. The people on the patio had a clear view as well.

"Good," Jake said. "Would you please raise your skirt?"

Denise didn't have a choice. She found her self reaching around, and lifting her skirt all the way up and exposing her thong-covered bottom to the entire room.

"Let's tuck that away so it doesn't fall back down," Jake said, as he tucked Denise's skirt into her apron string, preventing it from falling back down.

"Okay Mike, she's all yours," Jake said. "Swing away."

Mike did not need to be told twice. He raised the paddle high in the hair, and brought it down against Denise's exposed bottom.

SMACK! The sound of the paddle striking Denise's bare flesh shook the room. The audience cheered while Denise cringed.

"Did that just happen?" Denise asked herself. The force of the paddle left her in a state of shock.

Mike swung the paddle again, and smacked Denise's buttocks a second time.

SMACK! The second stroke confirmed Denise's worst fears. This was not a dream; she would not wake up from this. She was actually being spanked in front of a room full of people.

This realization made Denise suddenly feel very self-conscious and exposed. She wanted to cover herself, both to protect her bottom from another stroke of the paddle as well as from the watchful stares of hundreds of people.

SMACK! Denise cringed. This was both painful and humiliating. When would it end? How many strokes would she receive?

SMACK! Marissa and Candace watched from the floor.

"She's reddening already," Marissa said. "You can tell it's her first time."

"Better her than me," Candace said. Candace wasn't even watching the action; she continued to take orders from customers while they kept their eyes focused on the stage.

SMACK! Denise clutched the table, but the pain sunk in anyway. She needed a way to escape this. She needed a way to have this whole situation disappear.

SMACK! There was no way out. Denise was stuck here, stuck on this stage, bent over, getting her backside paddled by this man she has never met before. Denise kept her legs straight, and her whole body was tense. The muscled in her bottom were tighter than they had ever been in her life, as she tried to subdue the pain.

SMACK! Tensing up only made it worse. Denise's bottom was bright red, and she knew that unless she relaxed, the pain would drive her crazy.

The crowd was hooting and hollering, absolutely loving every second of it.

"Take off her panties!" Denise heard a man in the audience shout.

"Oh God," Denise thought. "Don't make me take my panties off. Please, let me keep my panties o-"

SMACK! The stroke of the paddle cut Denise's thought short.

Denise clutched the table with her hands. She could not believe this was happening. Denise closed her eyes, and blocked out everything. Everything but the painful burning of her bottom.

"If I can just hold still like this," Denise thought, "and block out everything, I can last until this whole thing is over."

Denise froze completely still, and she was able to block out the cheers and shouting from the excited audience. She almost would have blocked out the pain as well if not for one cry that got her attention.

"Pull off her panties!" she heard someone shout again. The rest of the audience cheered in agreement.

Jake took the microphone.

"I'm sensing a consensus here," Jake said. "Do we want Miss Byers to lose her panties?"

The crowd cheered with excitement.

"You heard them Mike," Jake said. "Go ahead and pull them off."

"No," Denise cringed. "I can't believe this."

Mike set his paddle aside, and grabbed the waistband of Denise's panties. Denise squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to dissuade him from pulling them off. Sensing her resistance, Mike gave Denise a hard pinch on her buttocks.

"Come on babe, let 'em go," Mike said.

The pinch hurt, almost as much as the paddle. Denise realized there was no fighting this, and she relaxed her muscles. Mike pulled the waistband towards himself and easily slid Denise's panties down to her ankles. The crowd cheered when they saw Denise's completely naked bottom.

"There you go folks," Jake said. "Mike, take it away. You got twelve more to go."

"Twelve more?" Denise thought. "I'll never make it."

Mike looked at Denise's bare bottom and smiled. He was enjoying this, and was in no hurry to finish. He raised the paddle high in the air, and took another swing.

SMACK! Without the benefit of panties, Denise felt the sting of the paddle much more distinctly against her exposed buttocks. Mike swung again.

SMACK!

Denise was trembling. Everything about the situation made her uncomfortable. The pain, the humiliation, and even the fact that the other waitresses showed no signs of sympathy.

SMACK!

Each stroke felt worse than the last, and she could feel the blistering on her bottom begin to set it. A gush of air from the kitchen door opening and closing gave Denise a feeling of much needed relief as the draft soothed the burning in her buttocks.

SMACK!

Mike spanked Denise again and again, and Denise was certain she had gotten the twelve strokes that were promised.

"Last one, Mike," Jake said. Denise breathed a sigh of relief. "Make this one count."

Mike wound the paddle and swung as hard as he could.

SMACK!

The sound ricoched off the walls and the force reverberated throughout Denise's body.

"Well done, Mike!" Jake said. "Take a look at that derriere. That's what I call red!"

Denise's bottom was as red as the evening sun, and it stung worse than a sunburn. Denise struggled to bring herself to her feet.

"Give her a hand folks," Jake said. "She took all twenty and she's still looking fine."

Denise rose to her feet and faced the audience. Everyone cheered, and Denise realized with her skirt folded up and her panties still around her ankles, she was completely exposed from the waist down. Denise stooped down and pulled up her panties, and groaned and she pulled them back over her sore bottom. She then untucked her skirt and let it cover her once again.

"Denise, I want to thank you for being such a good sport about this all," Jake said.

Denise forced a smile, and Jake wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. Denise awkwardly accepted. Jake turned back to Mike.

"Mike, once again, congratulations."

Mike's friend howled as he walked back to his table smiling, holding his prized paddle. He passed it around the table for everyone to admire.

Denise didn't make eye contact with anyone. She stepped off headed straight for the kitchen, rubbing her bottom the entire way.

"You know you're allowed to go home early if you've been spanked," Marissa said as Denise walked by.

"I didn't know that," Denise said.

"Well, go home, get some rest."

Denise didn't look back.

Despite her humiliating experience, Denise Byers continued to waitress at Joe Bambino's for another year. She was selected for a spanking on numerous occasions over that time, and she accepted each one with grace. Before long, Spank a Waitress Wednesday became a media sensation, and Joe Bambino's was put on the map. Several other restaurants in the chain adopted the event, and soon it went nationwide.

Denise eventually got a job at a law firm. Despite enjoying her new job much more, her experiences at Joe Bambino's were the ones Denise Byers never forgot. Denise's roommate, Ally, eventually applied for, and got a job at Joe Bambino's. After she broke up with Derik, Joe Bambino's was Ally's only source for the spankings she sorely needed.

The End