We watched Charlene lying on the stage still panting and moaning. She sat up and the teacher said, "She is all yours Charlene. How do you want her?"
Charlene grinned at me then went over to bring back the soft whip and the dreaded braided one.
She had me get up on the stage then said, "I love whipping cute young girls. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs wide. Your tits are big enough to bounce good. If you stay in position I will use this soft whip but if you let go of your hands or try to close your legs we will tie you and I will use the other whip till you pass out.
I was scared to death and braced myself. Thankfully she was not as mean as she seemed. She began whipping my tits easy and watched my reactions to hit harder as my excitement built up then began whipping my pussy till I had obviously climaxed.
She jumped off the stage and onto the teachers lap as I sank to my knees dazed and taking deep breaths.
When I got my breath I watched her squirming on his lap letting out little squeals of delight till she fell backwards gripping her tits with a look of sheer bliss on her face. She pulled herself up to hug his face against her tits till they calmed down then she slid off to lick and suck on his soft sticky dick.
He waved me over then lifted her up to have her lay back over the chair seat for me to lick and suck at her cunt while he chewed on her nipples. In a few seconds she was letting out her little "Yips" of pleasure while she soaked my face and mouth with her juices and his cum.
When she came he got up to go pointing out a door to a shower.
Charlene and I showered together rekindling some of our excitement while washing each others pussies.
I said, "It is bad news to lose. Thank you for giving me my orgasm. It would have been terrible if you had been mean and quit just before I came."
"I felt sorry for you. You were right, it wasn't fair. I did the same kind of dumb dance you did the first time. It takes awhile to learn just what turns them on."
"You sure know how to do it. You even turned me on."
"Yeah. Me too. It makes me proud and powerful to know I could get them to beg to fuck me. As soon as I am eighteen I want to work in a strip club to make hundreds of them horny."
We giggled and I said, "That is one of my fantasies, to have dozens of men crying for me."
"Believe me with the training they are giving us it will be no problem. Even my Dad gets hard when he watches me do aerobics by the pool in my tiny bikini.
When I got home Bill met me at the door to tell me Mom had called to say there were going to dinner and a movie and wouldn't be home till about ten.
I decided to use him to practice my dancing so I went up to put on my skimpiest bra and panties then had him sit naked like the teacher had but he was too easy. His dick was hard before I even got my panties off. He was some help though by having him tell me what was most exciting to him. It pretty well confirmed that dancing had nothing to do with exciting. What worked was looking sultry, moving sinuously, and rubbing breasts and pussy with the hands, floor or whatever and most important looking as if what I was doing was really getting me excited. I found out what excited me would excite him.
We had a long slow fuck then made something to eat before going upstairs to do my homework.
The next day at punishment time I really got turned on because both the girls getting punished came. I could tell the difference now between the girls who were suffering and the ones that were going into orgasm. I is amazing how similar it looks between great pain and orgasms the difference shows up in how wet they get and a pulsating of the tummy. The girl who chose position two caused her muscles to stand out in her legs to open them even more for the lash and the girl who chose position three soaked the whip as she pumped her butt to meet each lash.
I was so excited I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy as I ran to room three. I thought group sex would mean two or more couples but to them it was two guys and one girl or two girls and one guy. I was lucky to be so horny because that day it was two guys and I was fucked standing up in my pussy and asshole at the same time. or fucked by one while I sucked the other. Between times it was up to me to get them hard by licking their balls, dicks or assholes or holding my tits out to them to be whipped or my pussy lips open so they could spank my clit.
Bill was disappointed when I got home because I was so tired I just wanted to take a nap till he woke me for dinner.
When we got back to my room he wanted to know what had happened to me that day but I wouldn't tell him until my homework was done. When we finished I told him about my day. He wasn't very impressed about my fucking but when I told him about holding my tits up for them to spank he really got excited. "You're kidding me! You mean you just held them out for them? You weren't tied or anything?"
"No I wasn't tied anywhere and it is strange. Being tied I don't seem to have any choice and I can pretend I don't want it to happen. Untied there is no doubt It gets me excited and I want it to happen. That makes me feel a little perverted. They made me feel proud by saying only a few girls could do it. I like it both ways but I think it is a little better to be totally helpless.
He wanted to try it so we got undressed. I got on my knees and grasped the bottom of my tits with my hands to pull them out and up. He got Mom's whip off the wall and I cried, "No. Please don't use that. It will bruise them."
"Relax. I am just going to use the end of one thong. Say, 'Please whip my tits, Master"
It seemed to add to my excitement to ask for them so I went even further saying, "Please whip my tits till they are striped, Master."
Between the pain, watching red lines slowly covering my tits and his throbbing dick in front of me threw me into a glorious orgasm and I grabbed his butt-cheeks to pull his dick in my mouth and swallowed till it was in my throat and my nose was bumping into his crotch hair. My orgasms continued till he flooded my mouth with cum and he sunk to the floor.
"Oh Jesus! That was fantastic. You satisfied one of my fantasies. It was just like you were my slave."
"I guess I am, kind of. I know I will let you do anything you want as long as it doesn't hurt so much I can't cum."
"Oh yeah. I am sorry but you drained me so much it may be a little while before I can get hard so I can fuck you for your orgasm."
"Are you kidding. I came like crazy. I don't need to be fucked any more today. Let's just go to bed. I am exhausted."
I left my table lamp on so I could trace the lines on my tits with my fingers till they began to fade and I fell into a deep sleep.
When I took my shower in the morning all the lines had faded. It seemed I had just dreamed it.
The next day no-one needed to be punished. I had mixed feelings about it. I would have liked to be excited when I went downstairs but now there would be more time for fantasy.
I was down there first so I had time to look around. It was a big room with all kinds of strange furniture, leather harnesses to hold you in the air in all kinds of positions. The wall had every kind of whip imaginable. I shuddered to think how much some of them would hurt especially some made of wire and paddles with the points of nails sticking out of them. I realized that all this stuff was a result of some girl's request and began to think I was not as brave as I thought. One thing was really weird. It looked like a dress form except it was made of barbed wire. It was hinged on one side so a girl could be put in it to have her whole torso encircled by the wire. Three strands of wire were hanging from the bottom strand at the back. I was still looking at it when the first grade teacher walked in so I asked him about it.