It had been exciting for Stacy and Sondra, and without realizing it, they joined hands somewhere during the whipping. When they were aroused they had an unconscious habit of holding hands.
"I want the fifth girl whipped," said an attrac- tive debutante type of rather tender age. "We're roommates in nurses' training and very, very close friends."
The onlookers murmured their approval. The girl's meaning was delightfully clear. Well, why not, thought Stacy. I'd have Sondra whipped if she were there.
The recipient was under twenty-one, and was the only one of such age. She was, perhaps, eighteen or nineteen. Even Charity Days were governed by a few regulations, and by law only females over twenty-one could be whipped totally nude in "pub- lic" functions. In private, no such regulations applied, of course, and no age rules. So, unlike the first girl, this one left her panty on. The regula- tions, of course, only pertained to the beginning of the whipping. If the poor girl lost her underpants piece by piece as the day went on, well, that just couldn't be helped. Couldn't expect a girl to bring along extra panties just to abide by a regulation.
"Three hundred dollars," said the young contrib- utor. "Twenty-five lashes."
The recipient turned her head back from her bondage at the post, and stuck her tongue out at her purchasing friend.
"Vetta, you fink, you said you only had a hun- dred dollars!" It was said with a smile, however.
"Surprise, Judy! All of this week's wages!"
"Oh, I'll get you, I will!"
The girl howled nicely under her lashes, which were urged on to greater force by the prodding requests of her cheering friend. Since it was early
in the day, the college girl obliged and lay the whip on heavily, especially in front, where.two rather swollen nipples testified to their punishment.
When it was over, the girl once again stuck her tongue out at her satisfied friend.
Stacy and Sondra decided that they had used up their welcome at the posts, at least for now, and partook of a julep near the fish ponds.
The "special" tents were scattered about the lawn. Here, a onetime punishment would be offered and spectators were charged admission. The fees were set according to the scope of th.e "punish- ment" and signs on the tents indicated the punish- ment, fee, and time of performance.
The girls decided to spend ten dollars at two thirty to watch a long-haired beauty have her hair cut off. Surprisingly, Stacy became very aroused, dampening her panties quite well, at the punish- ment. There are punishments and there are punish- ments. Some hurt, physically, some hurt mentally.
Some of the latter are actually more exciting as
Stacy soon realized. The college girl clipped with scissors, sheared with a barber's electric razor, and the dark-brown tresses flew everywhere. Lastly, there was shaving foam and a razor until the squirming girl was beautifully bare on her lovely head. Her hands had been tied to the back of her chair to add eroticism. The girl was obviously aroused by her punishment. Stacy and Sondra stood in front of her and the girl just couldn't keep her legs from squirming apart occasionally. By virtue of her widely spread skirt and petticoats at . times, Stacy and Sondra could see back to her panties once or twice and the pink nylon crotch was wet.
"Now," said the college girl, "it will be ten dollars more if you wish to stay and see this lovely girl lose her pussy hair as well. She'll be tied naked atop that table. Ten dollars for shaving it off, twenty dollars if you would like to see it pulled out with pliers."
The spectators murmured and babbled together.
"How much hair is she gonna lose?" asked a woman.
"All of it," said the college girl. The decision was unanimous. The fund would be excellent from this tent!
The college girl did it slowly and expertly, and it took nearly twenty minutes. It hurt the bound girl very much, it appeared. She was plucked, strand by strand, tuft by tuft, with pliers, and her screams were extremely forceful. She cried quite a bit.
At the end, she gave a terribly deep sigh and pro- claimed, "Oh my God."
The performance had taken its toll. Several of the men made their way to the men's room to re- pair themselves with paper towels.
"Sondra, what's the matter?" asked Stacy.
"You're standing there all funny-like."
"Came in my pants, hon. Gee, that turned me on!"
Stacy took a minute to talk with the depilated girl as she dressed.
"Miss, I think you're wonderful to go through
… that. You had such a beautiful head of hair. . That was a fantastic sacrifice for the fund."
"Oh, thanks. It'll grow back. I appreciate your nice words."
"I just think girls are fantastic!" bubbled Stacy;
"Aren't we, though."
"Gosh, we've spent thirty-five dollars already!" said Stacy. "Thirty dollars in that tent. But it was worth it!"
"You know it, angel. We'll have to go easy though."
They walked around for a while, making one brief foray back to the whipping posts. It was now three thirty, and the toll of the whips was obvious.
The girl who was just finishing was a zebra from neck to thighs, on both sides. Her punished breasts were covered so perfectly that one could not really make out her nipples anymore. The girls had long since stopped putting on their clothes, so disco- forting were they now, and stood naked. The young fifth girl had lost her panties to the whip, only a ragged waistband remaining, and she revealed now her furry triangle like the rest of her compatriots.
"Gee, look at 'em," sighed Stacey. "And an hour and a half to go yet!"
"Yeah. I'm in love with them all," said Sonar.
"Are they ever getting it."
The girl who had just been whipped was selected again, but her whopper was sympathetic, and sung- gusted another choice.
"It's o.k., Betty," she said softly. "I'll go again."
She put her hands up to the post. The college girl tied them. The lash was half strength on her bottom.
"Do it right, Hon," sighed the girl. The next sounded like a gunshot across her quivering but- toques. The girl was bowled out by now. She merely slumped against her post and took the lashing in silence. The college girl had to turn her for the breast lashes, and the hapless girl merely looked down and watched her breasts bounce. Stacey and
Sonar left with a sigh of admiration for all females everywhere. ."Wonder how Miss Victoria is doing," said Stacy as they walked along.
"Probably pretty good," said Sondra. "She's a real woman! Hey, look over at that booth! Breast milk, ten dollars! Geez, we just gotta try that, angel!"
"Holy cow, I'll say. Come on, Sondra. Gosh, al- ways wondered about how it would taste! It'll be super sexy. Did you ever see Lanya of the tungle on TV?"
"Sure have, hon. Marlene Parkins is some classy chick. Gosh, I used to just diewhen she spurted her milk all over. That girl is like a faucet! Made me have a climax once even. Just on TV! Let's go…
I'm tingling."
"Hi!" said the two young women in the booth.
"Going to buy our wares?"
"You bet!" laughed Stacy. "Gosh, have you two been here since it started? You must be regular dairies! "
"No… of course not. We come on at three. Four shifts of us creamers. Well, how do you want it, in a paper cup or straight from the tap?"
"Paper cup?" laughed Sondra. "Blah, that's no fun at all."
"Well, some of the stuffier customers don't wish to lower their 'dignity.' But it's a lot more fun natural. Get our bodices undone… there… o.k., hop up on our laps and slurp away."
Stacy and Sondra nearly squealed in joy as they plopped themselves on the lovely laps.
"How much do we get for our ten dollars?" asked Stacy.
"Well, within reason, you know. There are other customers to come along."
It was magnificent! Utterly magnificent. Stacy actually squirmed as she nursed. The sensuality was marvelous, helped along nicely by the young lady's arms which encircled Stacy. In time, the girl's response to Stacy's feeding became rather obvious, and her hands twisted and toyed with