<i>"I'll spank you first Nadia since you were the last..."</i><br/><br/>Up until that point, she had been listening with mild amusement. After that statement, she found herself in a staring match with Carl Thomas. Had the soccer star really just challenged her in front of everyone? Her left eyebrow arched high as he went on to explain the spankings. Eight smacks for eight minutes late. The whole idea seemed like a ridiculous excuse for a little ass grabbing to her, and Nadia found herself feeling somehow put out.<br/><br/><i>"Come on up Nadia, you are first!"</i>Carl said with a grin as he crooked a finger at her. Nadia's first response was to give him an 'excuse-the-fuck-out-of-me?' look, but that grin of his didn't falter. He<i>was</i>challenging her! Only two choices... One, get up and leave looking like a complete coward. Two, accept his challenge and risk whatever would happen next. Her thoughts were distracted by the nearly-naked blonde standing up and doing an awkward combination of asking and ordering the Junior she thought she recognized - Jun, they'd called her - to get up and drop her pants. Nadia's eyes jumped to Carl, as he seemed to be the ring leader here, but he said nothing about it.<br/><br/>An odd mixture of horror and amazement left Nadia staring slack-jawed at the elegant Asian girl as she nodded and then began to obey! Shocked into silence, she couldn't even bring herself to say anything to stop her... and then the girl was standing nude from the waist down. She walked over to stand by the blonde, and Nadia's mouth clicked shut with a snap as her own cheeks began to heat up. Really, if she baled out now she'd never live it down. Even if they eventually forgot, she never would.<br/><br/>Her attention slid back to Carl and Nadia's jaw clenched even tighter when she found his grin had widened. Again he tauntingly crooked his finger at her and Nadia practically growled at him as she slid to her feet and walked over to where he stood. Several choice phrases swam around her mind, but if she were honest with herself, her anger at being taunted didn't even begin to compare with the excitement that was making her heart beat at a staccato rhythm. If she were honest, she was thrilled by any challenge she was given, it played into her competitive nature. Being forced to walk to the front of the room and bend over the table was as exciting as those last five minutes before the stage lights flicked on and the music started. But, if she really admitted what excited her must, it was being confronted with a guy that didn't see her as a threat to his manhood.<br/><br/>Butterflies were swarming her stomach, her lips were parted slightly to allow soft, panting breaths to pass them, but as Nadia stopped inches away from Carl, she simply glared up at him. She was lanky, tall for a girl. At five feet, nine inches, she was as tall, and taller than, several of her male friends. Even so, she still had to tilt her head back a bit to look up at him... somehow, that pissed her off even more. A moment of inspiration shot through her, and she reached out and down to grab the edge of the table with one arm on either side of Carl. She didn't have to bend down to reach it, but it still forced her to press her body against his. Where as her usual slightly baggy clothes tended to hide her curves, she felt sure that a small rumor had been put to rest, at least for Carl. While she wasn't sporting the kind of breasts some guys drooled over, her comfortable size c's were now firmly pressed into his chest. Nadia refused to flinch and, instead, stood there grinning wickedly up at him.<br/><br/>"There," she purred at him in a soft, sultry voice despite the challenging glare she was giving him, "I'm holding the edge of the table. Now what?"