"I won," insisted Pamela. "I won it by half past eleven. That lazy mare wasn't even out of bed by then. I won, fair and square."

"Rubbish," replied Maria, wisely ignoring the 'lazy mare' jibe. "It took you three hours to do the business. You can run a bloody marathon in that time. I had my boy spurting all over the place within an hour of starting work. You can't beat that!"

"But neither of you have won," interrupted Carina. "You've achieved nothing. None of the three have been caught yet. You're only half way there, you haven't won a damned thing."

"We're still a half nearer than you, sweety," said Maria tartly.

"Tortoise and the hare, dear - tortoise and the hare."

"Carina the tortoise. I like that."

Carina stuck her tongue out at Maria, grinning mischievously. Despite her anger at being left behind in the game, she couldn't maintain a sense of outrage for very long. She was stretched beside me, her hand on my thigh, stroking it gently, thumb stretching towards my pussy, occasionally flicking against it hard enough for frissons of excitement to filter through the fabric of my jeans. My hand was inside her tee-shirt, gripped around her left breast, tweaking her engorged nipple. I surveyed my team contentedly, enjoying the argument between them.

"Okay folks, enough, enough," I interceded finally. "Nobody's won yet." Maria and Pamela turned to me, like harpies with toothache, venom filling their expressions. "Carina's right. You said it yourself, Maria, earlier on - so don't deny it. The task isn't to get them to drop their trousers and spill their load - that's too easy. We need them in our herd. That's when someone wins: when they deliver a new part of the flock."

"And how do we prove that?"

"Well, we need to know that they submit to our will. So what's the best way of proving that?"

"Spanking?"

"Yep, I'd say so."

"So the first one to get their guy to submit to a spanking is the winner?"

"And the losers have to be spanked by the winner?" "Yep. Go to it ladies." The four of us chinked our glasses merrily, but there was determination in the air. I was delighted by the competitiveness being demonstrated by my team: they were anxious to win and not only, I felt, to be spared the ignominy of themselves being spanked by the winner, but because they took a pride in what they were doing. It boded well for the future, when sterner challenges awaited than the three gauche, charmless salesmen whose last days of freedom - had they but known it - were being counted down.

"But," I continued before they got carried away. "I will want to see the evidence. And, anyway, we'll need to have evidence for later." I paused while they digested my words. "So you've got to capture your moment on film."

"How do we do that?"

"Oh, use your imagination. It doesn't need to be Oscar quality - just get yourself a cheap webcam. Mr Loverman will pay, won't you, little man?" Mr Loverman knew better than to argue, nodding his head silently as he stretched in his dog basket at my feet. We drank once more to success, and then once more, and once more and once more. Ideas: the stuff that hangovers are made of 3;

Both Maria and Pamela were confident of success and considered each other to be their principal rival. I felt they were wrong to overlook Carina, however. She had the gamine looks and insouciant charm which could turn any guy's head - and girl's, for that matter: the first time I saw her I felt such an overwhelming desire that I dropped everything and immediately began my pursuit. And she had a sense of devilment, of light-hearted impertinence which could turn even the most outlandish suggestion into an erotically charged come-on. I felt sure she had only to whisper the notion into Adam's ear and he would be presenting his buttocks for attention without a moment's hesitation.

I didn't like to have favourites, but Carina was the one who shared my bed most often. She was young and flirty, with a sense of adventure and a passion for exploration. We lay together that night and I whispered advice into her ear, helped her to devise a strategy for ensnaring Adam. She appeared to pay no heed, but I didn't mind, since it allowed her to devote her attention to the minute task of licking every inch of my body. She started at my toes and worked upwards, first on the left leg, then the right, licking, kissing, caressing her way up my ankle, shin, knee, thigh.

"Turn round," she murmered, planting an exploratory kiss on my mons and blowing softly on my pussy. I shivered and did as she asked, and she kissed the soles of my feet, making me squirm even more. "Stay still," she cautioned and stretched over, straddling me, gripping me between her thighs. Binding my feet with her arms, she began to kiss again, stroking her tongue the length of my sole. It was excruciating and I screamed in tortured delight. The more I yelled, the more she licked, tickling and cajoling until I was limp and exhausted. Only then did she begin to work upwards, kissing her way back up my body, turning as she did so and sitting astride me once more, but facing towards my head. She kissed the backs of my knees and my thighs, stroking her tongue towards my backside and nestling it in the vee where my bum met my thighs. Slowly, she licked outwards, tracing the line of my buttocks, planting kisses upon them, heaped one on the other, licking, tracing, tracking, covering every millimetre of my flesh, sending me into ecstacy. With infinite care, she worked her way round and round, up and down and up again, finally resting on my lower back at the top of the valley between my cheeks.

Parting them, she began to lick downwards, down that most erogenous of zones, down my backside towards my hole. I gripped the sheets and buried my head in the pillow as her tongue stretched and probed, licking around it and pressing against it. She pulled at my cheeks again, parting them, spreading me open, giving herself room to plant her tongue inside me. I raised my hips, pressing myself towards her, allowing her tongue to slide further up my passage, while I manoeuvred my hand towards my pussy and slid my index and fourth finger either side of my clitoris, pressing my middle finger hard against it. The initial touch sent an electric shock through my body, painful and delightful in equal measure. My breathing was ragged, my brow beaded with sweat, and my whole body was tensed with anticipation. On and on she went, licking, pressing, probing, all the time the pressure building and cumulating until I felt I was on the edge of a precipice. Finally, the sweet, soft sensation of Carina's tongue in my arse and the tension of my fingers on my clitoris combined to drive me over the edge. I screamed, sinking into the pillow to muffle the noise, as a cavalcade of sensations ripped through my womb and abdomen and bowels, an explosion of tremors and palpitations which shredded my nerves and engulfed my senses.