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"Say it with him, folks! It's TV Time!"
The spotlights cast down on the stage, revealing the giant host. Snapping a pose and hearing the audience cheer for him, Tenna smiled widely while holding his microphone triumphantly. "Welcome, welcome! Thanks sooo much for tuning in! Cuz we've got an absolutely astonishing show for you here today!" Standing behind the stage where a large spinner wheel was hidden, you fiddled with the hem of your outfit, your face a pure pink. You never expected Tenna to stoop so low to get views, but this?
"And as always, let's give our lovely assistant, Y/N a big warm welcome!!" Tenna's overexcited voice boomed to the audience, cheers and applause immediately erupting from the sea of Darkners. "You're gonna love this new dress code, folks!" He says while leaning towards the audience.
As you walk meekly onstage in a frilly but revealing maid outfit complete with lace tights and gloves, your thoughts are a mixture of anger and embarrassment, internally vowing to give him a piece of your mind after the show. You squint your eyes up to your boss, who seems to be very much enjoying the pathetic expression on your face, his smirk saying 'I won'. Tenna had basically begged you to wear the lewd outfit to improve ratings, and you couldn't afford to lose this job..
"Now now, doesn't she look just darling in that little get-up? My idea too!" He said rather cheekily while raising his arm out to you, making sure the spotlight's on you now while the audience roared. You looked towards them and the blinding hot spotlights, your heart thumping in your chest as you started to sweat a little. 'Why the hell did I agree to do thiiisss...' you whined in your head, your knees almost buckling with shame right then and there.
"For the first round, ladies and gentlemen, we're going with a morbid classic we all know and love; hangman!" Tenna announced as the large screen behind him exploded with more color and revealed a set of blanks next to a graphic of a stick figure. The classic, like he said.
After the loud music settled, a pedestal sprung up from the stage floor in front of you with a brief mechanical whir, the front flashing the first 3 letters of your name and a big red buzzer sat in the center. The whir made you jump, while you were pretty much used to the deafening music.
"Now, my lovely assistant Y/N has a surprise twist to add to this all-time favorite!" Turning his large head over to you, Tenna gives a big smile and clears his throat. "Would you be a darling and roll it in?" His big gloved hand that wasn't holding his microphone gestured to the place you just had been hiding.
Immediately confused, you furrowed your brows and was about to open your mouth to retort, but your gaze followed his hand, and they rested on the big wheel backstage. 'Huh, I honestly thought that looked new..' you thought.
"Yessir, Mr Tenna," you replied with a chipper tone and at least trying to act somewhat normal in front of everyone, half-expecting this to be as far as his shenanigans went on tonight's show. Shuffling your feet quickly in the frilled-up Mary-janes Tenna had bought for you over behind the curtains, you laid your hands on the big game-show wheel, it suddenly lighting up at your touch making you flinch. 'Just numbers on it..' Pulling it with a small grunt, the small wheels underneath it rolled to the left, helping you bring it over.
"Ah, perfect, my dear!" Tenna sashayed over to you, his body looming over you. "Ready to explain the twist? I'm sure the audience is just dying to find out!" He shook his hands excitedly as he handed you a card from his chest pocket.
The paper was quite big in your comparingly small hands, but you were used to this. You noticed Tenna bringing his large microphone closer to your mouth as per usual, but it's as if he's especially eager for everyone to hear this one. Sometimes Tenna made you explain the rules of the current round to make you feel more involved with the show other than just standing around. You honestly felt very mixed about it; at one point you like that he cares so much and wants the audience to appreciate you too, but on the other hand..
As your eyes scanned the words, you began reading out-loud before even finishing, but then your face started to go red like Tenna's suit and your voice trailing into a shy whimper.
"For every time I lose a letter, I, Tenna's lovely assistant must...s-spin the wheel to find out how many ar...articles of clothing to s..strip off."
"That's exactly riiiight!!" Tenna's excitement was so contagious that the audience was matching his energy, exploding with cheers and 'Oooo's.
You wanted to curl up into a ball right then and there, more spotlights shining on you as they're prepared to not miss a single inch of skin on camera. Your mouth contorted into a grimace of humiliation, regretting ever thinking that the maid outfit was the end of it.
"Everytime Y/N doesn't get a letter, she must spin the wheel of shame! Upping the stakes of an old-fashioned game is sure to make everyone keep tuning in!" Tenna squeezed your shoulder tightly with his large hand before quickly walking back over to his side of the stage, his expression as jaunty and gleeful as ever.
"Now, it's TV Time, everyone!"
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You figured it out at the last round. Tenna had a secret remote in his glove that stopped the wheel whenever he wanted. Knowing this made you fume, especially knowing it too late. Humiliated and only down to your lacey tights and your undergarments, Tenna couldn't stop looking your way, his tongue peeking out under his canines in excitement whenever your last article was demanded off of you.
"Ah ha ha! And finally but certainly not lastly, off go the gorgeous pantyhose!" Tenna laughs victoriously, basically power-tripping at making you strip for the world to see.
His hands pointed to you expectantly, a comedic drum-roll starting to kick on in the background. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned to the side in embarrassment, small tears pricking up in them with humiliation as you start lowering the tights, all spotlights on you. After the curve of your ass is exposed, the cymbals crack, and the cameras are immediately zooming in on your undergarments that read "I LOVE TV!" all over. You could practically hear the excitement from the crowd being multiplied at the sight of your ass. Your eyes now burning, you started to meekly turn back in shame, but all of a sudden, Tenna practically sits on the stage beside you and scoops one of your hips into his hand, grabbing you and making you fully turn around. You yelped as both of his hands were gripping you from behind, your ass on full display like someone showing off their puppy's cute butt. Groping your plush ass for everyone to see, Tenna's smile widened, practically shoving the corner of his TV head into it.
"Ah yes, folks, the perfect model for my lovely new I LOVE TV undergarments!! Get some today after the show if you wanna show how much you really love me!"
You whimpered, your arms hanging over his shoulder lazily as your knees shook. The audience's cheers deafened in your ears, all of your senses dialing up higher and higher the more embarrassed you became. Even if this somehow was just a ruse as an ad for the underwear and not only to completely publicly humiliate you just for his entertainment, you couldn't even begin to try and rationalize..
Tenna didn't take long though to stand back up as the audience slightly quieted, leaving you a little dazed at having to regain your full balance again.
"Oh sweetheart, it's not all that bad! Y'know, I do feel awful bad that you already lost, usually my assistant is oh-so-flawless on stage, you all know this, folks!" Tenna shrugs with a smirk, looking towards the sky as if thinking 'oh whatever could've happened.' Heat burned in your stomach, and you honestly couldn't really tell where the feeling was coming from. Could've been from arousal, could've been from shame, could've been from anger. But either way, your panties were starting to get a little wet and you were trying to ignore it.
"Whaddya say we give her a chance to make up for that loss, huh?" Tenna snaps his fingers, an extra showing up to pull up a comedically large chair for him. He sits down with a hum, being sure to make sure he wasn't sitting on his coattails.
Gazing up at him with slight confusion, Tenna then starts curling one of his gloved fingers inwards towards you, beckoning you over. Seeing how he towered over you even while sitting on the chair, you shyly approached him, his dominating presence slightly intimidating with his indecent confidence. "That's riiight." You were then positioned laying on your stomach ass-up, the whole crowd watching Tenna feel you up as your mind raced with the audience being able to see your obvious wet spot from just stripping in front of everyone. Tenna was proving you to being quite the whore when the public's eyes may be on you..it kept your face flushed, bowing your head and concealing whatever part of yourself you could, hiding your face in your hair as it hung down.
"Now how many letters did you miss again? Let's count now, okaaay?" He hummed, pulling the "I LOVE TV!" underwear low and reeling his arm up, making you tense up all over to try and prepare for the impact.
"One!" Whack! You yelped out at the first hard slap, your ass cheek immediately starting to sting a little. He didn't wait long to keep going, swiftly adding two harsh slaps one right after the other for your lacy gloves. Whack, whack! You cried out with pain, the stinging from the first quickly being multiplied. "Two aaand three! One for each glove, folks, those weren't cheap!" Tenna said while looking towards the cameras, not letting your ass go for even a single second. Shifting in his lap with the growing heat between your legs and the searing pain on your rear, your hands went to grip a support beam on the chair, trying to steady yourself however you could in this moment. You couldn't even remember how many more you had left..three slaps and you were already-
"Three and four! Those cute shoes were worth a pretty penny too, doll!" Tenna boomed, continuing to mercilessly spank you and make you keep singing for the cameras. Whack whack! "A-AAH!" Your back jerked up underneath his large arms, the pain almost unbearable already. Your hair jostled around your hot face, tears pricking in your eyes from the violent burning sensation.
"Over halfway there, my dear, you can hold out for me!" You could practically hear Tenna's almost sadistic-looking grin through the lust in his voice, and you start to notice a growing tent underneath your stomach through your haze. Seems like he was really enjoying this..but you could hardly focus on anything as the crowd's cheers only continued, clearly enjoying the dirty show.
"Five!" Whack! You were practically shaking in his lap, the pool in between your legs soaking the crotch of your panties even more. "MMMH-!" Your noises were raising in octaves with every additional slap, and you were sure that the spankings have made your ass just as red as your face by now.
"Six!" Whack! "F-FUCK!" After that extra-hard slap, your body practically convulsed in his lap, causing Tenna to slightly readjust himself in the chair with a slow aroused sigh, you being able to feel his sweltering breath on your back and his girthy bulge grind against your stomach. "And finallyyyy..." he purred, reeling his arm up one last time and keeping his other arm firmly down on your back, making sure you weren't going anywhere.
"Seven!" Whack! "AUUGH~!" Your legs practically flew around with your oversensitive ass hanging in the air, your brain feeling like it was short-circuiting with the pain and pleasure mixing together so violently. As you were shaking lightly in his lap and whimpering, Tenna bit his lip and smiled, shoving you up and one of his hands holding onto your shoulder tightly so you could use him to momentarily keep balance, unlike earlier.
"Would you just look at that, folks? She made up all her points! Give her a hand!" He suddenly raised your hand as if you had just won a big race, the crowd cheering for you in the same manner too. Your ass stung so bad, it almost felt like you had just had on the stovetop for a split second, your whimpers turning into a quiet sob. 'I'm not ready for the rest of the show...' you thought to yourself, panting and still reeling while limping just a little into the next round.
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end of round 1