Tom said when you are ready, start licking her pussy."
I felt a terrible pain right on my asshole! I looked around to see them holding leather riding crops. The next lash went right into the crack of my pussy with the end hitting my clit. It hurt so bad it took my breath away and I stuck my tongue in her pussy. I don't know what she used to douche with but it tasted sweet and I was sorry I had hesitated causing the agony to my poor pussy.
They made me lick her till she was obviously in orgasm as they laughed and told me to stick my tongue in deeper and to lick her asshole.
It seemed to last forever because they made no effort to touch me to get me excited. Finally they let me dress and go home.
By the time I got home I felt like pure scum and didn't care what happened to me. The only good part was that the whipping had not left any marks except for the bruise to my pussy caused by the crop. I just went to bed and hid under the covers. Mom checked on me but evidentally assumed I was asleep and let me alone.
Actually I didn't go to sleep for a long time. My mind raced over my recent ordeal and I tried to understand. I could see no way out of it short of killing myself. My folks obviously would not let me drop out of school and as long as I was in it I would be facing an ordeal every day. Unfortunately there was no escaping the fact that it was not all ordeal. When I thought about the fucking I would find I was stroking my nipples and pussy and becoming excited. Then I would realize that I had heard Mom making delighted little squeals and giggling through the thin walls when they were doing it and decided it was normal to like sex but I also knew it was not normal to do it so much with so many different people. I rationalized that it was not my fault since I was being forced into it and that I was lucky to be able to enjoy it. I could not understand why I became sexually excited from the whipping the principal and Miss Wilcox had given me. I suddenly realized that I was getting excited just thinking about the whipping and gave in to the feeling to rub my clitoris and nipples till I reached a small orgasm. I decided I must have developed some sort of defense mechanism that let me convert pain to excitement and again I was lucky to be able to do it since there was no way to avoid the whipping. The one thing I couldn't rationalize was the fact that I was only one of hundreds of girls in the school. Since I had been so easy to trap, why weren't other girls going through the same things I was? That made me think of the differences between me and the other girls. My main difference was that I was an outsider. The other girls had lived in this neighborhood for years and had formed little cliques of friends. I had made no friends. I had made a bad impression right away with them with my expensive clothes from our better times and when they had made initial advances I had complained about the ratty school and neighborhood and had sneered at the greasy boys.
I decided that there must be strength in numbers and would have to make friends.
The next morning I put on my baggy jeans and sweater but decided it was a futile gesture. I remembered that all of the other girls in the school wore short skirts or cut-off jeans and t-shirts or half-shirts. I had thought they looked real slutty since I was used to a dress code in my school but decided that if I was ever to get any friends I should look more like them.
Since I had gone to bed so early I was up early enough to hem up one of my skirts to mid thigh and to cut off the bottom of a t-shirt to bare my stomach. Now I looked more like them except for the fact their jeans and skirts were hip huggers that bared the navel. I decided to go all the way and cut off the waistband and hemmed it too. I did not think about the fact the waistband was shorter than the skirt below it so when I put it on it settled down till it was made tight by the extra width of my hips. When I turned in front of the mirror the dimples just above my butt showed and the top part of my crotch hair was barely hidden. I looked in the mirror and decided if anything I might look even sluttier than the other girls but at least now I shouldn't hear them referring to me as a nerd.
It didn't turn out as I expected. I never had a chance to talk to the other girls. The boys loved my sexy clothes and they gathered around me at every break. Not only that, the girls that walked by our huddle looked at me with pure hate if one of their boy friends was in the huddle feeling me up.
At noon Rod was waiting for me. I walked through the boiler room door without waiting for him to take my arm.
This time it was different. When I got to the center of the room I saw two new boys, Jake, and the Coach. I was really discouraged. I thought the coach seemed to be a nice man and I had thought about going to him for help. I decided if he was willing to join in my humiliation there was no-one I could go to.
Rod went over to the bench and picked up the chain to swing it back and forth. I watched it in dread till he said, "Are you going to be a nice obedient girl?"
"Yes! Yes I will. What do you want me to do?"
He told me to take off my clothes nice and slow for them. I did and found I was getting used to being naked and even enjoyed their compliments about my body. I didn't protest when they had me walk around so they could see all of me or even when they told me to face them and spread my legs.
Then Jake said, "Her butt is all healed up. She gets turned on with a little whipping. Maybe she would like you boys to warm her up a little with your belts."
I shuddered and hated Jake. The boys were so excited just by seeing me naked I was sure they would have been satisfied just to fuck me which in all honesty I was looking forward to excitedly.
Rod started swinging the chain again and said, "You would like a little belt whipping wouldn't you?"
I definitely would prefer that to the chain and hung my head to mumble "Yes."
He startled me by hitting the chain on the bench really hard and said, "Yes, what?"
I jerked upright and said quickly, "Yes. I want them to spank me with their belts."
He grinned at my submission and said, "On your butt?"
"Yes"
"On your thighs?"
"Yes."
"On your tits?"
"Oh God! Yes if you have to."
"And on your pussy."
The boys eyes widened at that and two of them grabbed their dicks as I pleaded. "Please. Oh Please no."
He ignored me, "On your pussy!"
I sobbed and moaned, "Yes."
One of the boys said," How do we decide who whips her first?"
Rod said, "We can all do it at once. Each of us can take a place then after a swat move on to another place."
Jake handed Rod a rope he tied around my wrists then threw over a pipe in the ceiling to pull me up tight. Thankfully they wrapped a shop towel around my wrists first so the rope would not cut me.
Once I was hung up they began feeling my body.It really felt good and I became excited.I was again ashamed when one of the boys said, "God! Her pussy is sopping wet!"
Rod said, "That means she is ready for her whipping."
Two stood by my sides, Rod stood in front of me and another one stood behind me. Then there was a sharp sting at the crack of my butt from the guy behind followed closely by a lash across my belly-button then across my breasts and finally Rod brought his belt up from the floor to sting my pussy.
I have no idea how many times I was hit since I was getting them three or four times at once making my butt, boobs, and even my pussy shuddering under their belts but at least they weren't too hard and I began to pant in excitement as thrills went through my body.