Victoria saw Nancy Lee approaching with a tall drink in her hand.
"Why, Victoria darling! How nice to see you."
The words were cooler than her mint julep. "I understand you'll be in the whore tent today. How nice, and how very fitting! I was rather hoping you'd be a whipping girl today. I was prepared to write a rather large check to see you get your skin peeled off, inch by inch. In fact, I might have underwritten the whole afternoon of it. Wonder if a girl ever took a thousand lashes?"
"Why, Nancy Lee, aren't you sweet! How nice to see you. My, your black eyes have healed nicely, haven't they? How come you're not on the enter- tainment committee this time? Cold feet?"
"Not at all, darling. Agatha Moreland put me on finance. I did volunteer for entertainment. I'll serve there in October. Well, it's a shame I won't see you get hided, but the whore tent is just your style anyway. I'll buy your services, believe me, and you'll earn every dollar of it!" Nancy Lee left, smiling smugly.
"I'm afraid I'm in for a rough time with her when she lays down her money," laughed Victoria to her two girls. "Oh, well. By the way, girls, it's almost one o'clock. Have to get my pussy over to my work station. You're on your own until five when it's over. Walk around, see the sights, enjoy yourselves. Here's fifty dollars each for you. Spend it wisely. Come get me at five to go home. Might have to carry me to the car!" Victoria laughed sweetly. In the eyes of Stacy and Sondra, she was the ultimate woman. How they loved her!
"Bye, darlings. I'll miss you," she said.
The festivities started soon, and Stacy and
Sondra walked around the large lawn and gardens, dotted by several tents, mint julep stands and booths.
"Hey, look, honey… a kissing boothl" said
Stacy.
"Oooh, she looks nice," said Sondra. "Five dollars a kiss. Want to try her out?"
"Sure. Let's go."
"Hi!" said the dark-haired Georgia peach within the booth. "First customers!"
The girl could kiss. Her arms went around them in turn, her warm body pressed delightfully into theirs. It was a money's-worth kiss which lasted well over a minute, and included some fancy tongue acrobatics. The day was starting out fine!
The whipping posts were arrayed along the row of forsythia bushes near the rock garden. There were five posts, and naturally, five young ladies.
Each, in her colorful gown, stood in front of her own post, generally smiling and trying to look as pretty as possible. As the afternoon wore on, the smiles would be harder to come by.
The rules were very clear and simple. Each lash sold for ten dollars. The contributor, however, did not perform the exquisite punishment. As the day went along, and copious amounts 'of juleps were consumed, to allow the contributor to apply the strokes became rather risky. The girls were to be flogged, not peeled into bits. Thus, college girls who volunteered themselves for many county works without pay, were rewarded by doing the whipping. Sober and enthusiastic, they did the task efficiently and delightfully. There was no charge obviously for onlookers, so one could enjoy an afternoon watching the world's oldest punish- ment for free. However, this was not taken advan- tage of. It was quite undignified to stand around without contributing. One whipping, or two, was allowed without eyebrows raised, but then a by- stander was expected to move along, and not return until later perhaps, and then definitely con- tribute. One who expected such delights for free was not invited back next time. There was cer- tainly no money problem among the guests, how- ever, and most watched only when they paid.
Stacy and Sondra arrived to find the second girl in line peeling off her gown. A donator had chosen her, and had written his check in behalf. A donator paid only for the number of lashes given, and he or she had no privilege in selecting where the lashes would be placed. This was determined by the col- lege girl who applied the lash, and she obviously placed them in equal ratios on back, bottom and breasts so that the poor girl wasn't used up in one
spot.
If one spot was well used, the college girl avoided it the best she could. Additionally, if one or two particularly interesting girls were being selected more than the others, it was the right of the college girls to choose another. This was to be avoided if possible, for the contributor was expected to be able to select his or her choice, but sometimes it was necessary if one girl became obviously over- whipped.
Indeed, this was a further reason for using the college girls. Sober and alert and efficient, they were able to determine when a girl had had enough for a while. Not that they were fooled by tears and yowls and entreaties. Not at all. Being females themselves, they knew well how much each girl could and should take. Screams, moans and bawl- ing of tears meant nothing. The marks on the skin were the telling criterion. Thus, the college girls were excellent choices to handle the task. There was one college girl for each recipient, and they talked and chatted together while awaiting cus- tomers. To a passing person, one would never think that one would soon be whipping the other. Girls were so unique.
Stacy and Sondra watched the girl undress. It was lovely as she peeled off bodice, skirt and petti- coats on the lawn. Only the girl's modern panties deviated from the period costume. Pantaloons would have been a bit much, and not very sensual.
Her whipper, dressed in white shorts and T-shirt like all the college girls, carefully took her clothes as they were handed to her and lay them carefuly on the grass, for they need be put on again each time. The stripping was part of the delight. The recipient stretched her slender arms upwards to the top of the post, where the hands were tied with good old-fashioned rope,
To Stacy and Sondra, the exciting scene could have been right out of the middle nineteenth cen- tury on a provincial plantation. In truth, that was the general idea of the whole thing. A period whip- ping in the old tradition. If only the college girl wore a silk blouse and riding breeches! In fact, such costumes for the college girls were being con- sidered for the next Charity Day.
The girl at the post could have been from any century or history book. They had varied little from Eve. The slender back, creased with its de- lightful narrow valley, the swelling bottom, per- fectly devoid of any unintended lines, the firm thighs and calves, the well-nippled breasts panting slightly in anticipation of the whipping to come, the soft face of submission and acceptance, the pouting mouth, the flickering eyelids.
The first lash was always the important one to a recipient. The anticipation was great, and the gasp or hiss which it brought was more a gasp of relief than pain. From then on, it was a matter of work- ing into the hurt until the yowls came easily and often. The contributor had paid two hundred dol- lars, so it would be twenty for the girl. The college girl was very good with her whip, lacing the back and the bottom about equally, before asking the girl to turn around. She did so nicely, and took the last portion upon her breasts which bounced prop- erly under the well-applied strokes. She was un- tied, and her punisher sweetly helped her with her clothes. The girl licked her lips to eliminate the dryness there, and took her place at her post again to await further selection.