My first whipping happened on Thursday. Naturally I went for position three to get my spanks. I had earned thirty two but after discount it was rounded off to twenty. It made me cum like crazy! When he hit me he would drag the thongs up my crack for the next one. My pussy got wet right away and the thongs began to get wet so the pain got a little worse at each lash. At the end the thongs were so wet they made a "Splat!" sound when they hit and caused all of it to burn.I could see every lash hit my pussy and if my knees had not been tied I would have spread my legs more to let the thongs hit inside.
When he finished and helped me up I hugged him mashing my breasts on his chest and said, "Thank you. Oh thank you." He grinned and said, "Now that is the right attitude class. You all should thank me for trying to make you a better person."
It didn't fool anyone. My friends knew I had enjoyed a great orgasm and now all the girls suspected it. I didn't care. They still treated me as a heroine since I did not cry or yell. Best of all, my friends and some of the other girls started going for option three. I loved to watch them get spanked because I knew just what they were feeling and the empathy would get me excited enough to run home for a quick fuck from Bill before my parents came home.
Bill was really excited by my descriptions of my and the other girls whipping. I told him I had no idea where we could get one of those soft leather whips. He said he would look around and try to get one for the week-end our parents would be gone. He found something real close with deerskin. He cut it in strips and nailed it to a mop handle Mom had thrown out. He was waiting for me when I got home. It wouldn't be the same since we didn't dare tie me since we never knew for sure when one or both of our parents might get lucky on the traffic and get home early. I knelt and spread my legs for him. It was perfect! We could hardly wait for the weekend so we could have time for me to be whipped and fucked from behind. I told him I thought it might even be better if he figured out a way to keep my pussy lips open so the whip could get wet faster and easier.
By that weekend he had figured it out. He got four paper clamps, tied twine to them then clamped them on my outer lips.It hurt some but that just added to the excitement. When he tied the twine around my legs the lips were stretched wide open. It was a little too successful. I had to tell him to hit easier till I was really excited because the whip was now hitting directly on the tender inner lips and my clit. He could tell I was ready when I began to push my pussy out to meet the whip and hit faster till I screamed in massive orgasm and he buried his dick in my now very tender pussy.
I told him the pinching of the clamps hurt some but that it was kind of foreplay to get me excited for whipping. That gave him an idea. He tied my legs apart and my hands behind my back while he very slowly pulled the hair off my pussy with tweezers. I watched the skin pull out as pain increased until the hair gave and the skin popped back only to be pulled out again until it was bald and I was in orgasm. I felt bad about that in a way because it seemed to be a symbol of womanhood. I felt better in swimming class when my teacher saw it and said it was an excellent idea and that all the girls should remove their hair too as it would be easier to keep our crotches clean. I think the real reason was because it was now easier to see the skin redden by his lashes. In any case I became proud to be a trend setter.
Things were fine with me getting school spankings once or twice per week and sex with Bill at night until mid-term exams. It had all the girls worried because if you just got eighties in the exam you could get up to a hundred lashes.
My friend Buffy, was really worried about the history exam because it involved memorizing a lot of dates and she had trouble with that. I told her that it would be a multiple choice exam so it would be easy to copy off my paper. Bill had taught me memory tricks to make it easy for me.
We were caught!
Our teacher grabbed our arms and dragged us to the principals office. God, he acted like we had killed someone! He called us rotten little cheats and said no-one had cheated for over ten years. He said we would remember our punishment the rest of our lives and no other student in school would cheat after they witnessed our public example. We were scared to death and blubbered apologies but we were ignored. The principal asked my teacher if we were copying off each other's paper. My teacher told him that Buffy was copying but I had made no effort to hide my paper and even had it at the edge of my desk to make it easier for Buffy to see it. The principal said we were both guilty but Buffy was more so. I was to be whipped with the standard thong whip my teacher used for position two but poor Buffy was to be whipped with a whip like the one Mom had brought home.
They took us to the auditorium just before the first class break. They stripped us then tied a long iron pipe to our ankles to hold our legs widely apart. When they pulled us off the floor the extra weight of the pipe stretched us to our limits. This was different than our classroom whippings as now we would be facing the audience rather than our backs to avoid some humiliation. Just as we were lifted there was an announcement over the P.A. system.
"During breaks between classes all teachers and students
will report to the auditorium."
Buffy whimpered, "Oh God! It was bad enough when just our classmates saw us whipped with our backs to them. Now the whole school will see our breasts and pussies."
She seemed crushed by the idea so I didn't tell her that this would realize one of my fantasies.
When everyone was seated as close as they could get to us next to the stage the principal said, "The girls you see in front of you attempted to cheat on their exams. To make sure the rest of you won't be tempted to do the same they will receive ten lashes from the staff at each class break till further notice. I shuddered, there were four teachers and the principal. We would be getting fifty lashes every hour. I was wrong. I had forgotten about the principal's secretary and the janitor. There was no way to get an orgasm because they used the whole ten minute period to whip us. They would whip buffy for ten lashes so I could hear the "Whap!" of each lash and her pitiful cries then wait a moment for her sobs to subside then whip me.I worked up some excitement on the first teacher because hearing the lashes to Buffy while watching the excited looks on the audience's faces excited me,but the delays would not let the excitement build and it just became torture. They knew our tenderest places. Almost all the lashes hit on our tender inner thighs, our nipples or our pussies with only an occasional lash to the tougher parts like our asses or the backs of our legs. It seemed to last forever. For the first time I found myself screaming along with Buffy.
Finally it was over. They loosened the ropes enough to let our feet rest on the floor but our legs were too weak to hold us up so we just hung there sobbing with our heads down to see our red throbbing breasts.
It took over ten minutes for me to get my strength back enough to stand and turn towards Buffy who was still hanging her head and moaning. I said, "Buffy....Buffy are you alright?"
She slowly raised her head and said,"Oh Lena. I hurt terribly. Am I bleeding?"
I had her turn from side to side so I could see. I told her she had some bad welts but it didn't look like she was bleeding. She was relieved but then got a stricken look on her face when she turned back and saw the clock on the wall.