It went on until about one o'clock when all the boys went broke. I am sure they cheated us a little because it was almost impossible to count lashes when a dick was in your mouth or pussy but the party was a fantastic success.

Kay was wincing a little when she walked from her raw pussy that had taken so many hard lashes but she was happy to report that we had made enough money to pay for the whole trip and that we would need only one more party to pay for extras like a sailboat and scuba diving.

Sue was really sore so Kelly. Margo, and I went up to put some soothing ointment on her. She was badly welted and since most of them were on her breasts and pussy our caresses with the ointment not only relieved her pain but began turning her on. When she begged us not to stop we made it even better for her. Margo licked her pussy while Kelly and I caressed her breasts and licked her nipples until she had an orgasm that put her back to sleep. By the time she woke up again she was feeling much better.

The actives had no sympathy for Kay and Sue since they had been talked into suffering. They thought that the pain should have just gone to pledges and the actives that got off on it. They seemed to ignore the fact that the party had been a huge financial success because they had been included. They were mad because they had suffered only pain while we pledges for the most part just enjoyed a sexual orgy with a long easy lashing to make us excited for it.

It took awhile to arrange another fundraiser because the boys were all broke and even when they got their monthly allowance they did not seem as interested when they were told the actives of our sorority would not be participating.

The actives had a meeting and decided to include actives that volunteered and that it would be an exclusive party consisting of the richest boys that had been most interested in inflicting pain and professors who had raised grades in return for spankings.

We pledges were told that this one party would satisfy Hell Week and after it was over we would be actives. We were told this party would probably be especially painful since only men who really liked to inflict pain would pay the high cost. We agreed it would be worth it to suffer badly one night rather than suffer a little every day for a week.

The theme of the party was to be "Total Submission" We were told the men would ask us to agree to some humiliating sex or act and if we refused we would be punished until they were satisfied we had suffered enough or we agreed to do it. We were told that we were nearly active members of a proud sorority and that we should try to remain dignified.

I assumed we would be requested to do sex acts and since I loved almost everything to do with sex I reminded myself to make at least a token refusal so I would not look like a total slut.

I should have known it would be bad when only two of the actives and Kay agreed to participate. I remembered that at the end of the party they had volunteered to give a test of courage. They picked up a couple of the boys belts and whipped each others breasts with the buckle end until one of them gasped, "No more." and collapsed. The buckles had left terrible welts but it was obvious they got off on it because they laid on the floor rubbing their clits until they went to sleep.

We were told that this time the men would be charged a flat fee of two hundred dollars so we would not have to keep track of what was happening to us.

I became a little worried when I asked Kay if we would be using the little whips again because she said the men would be bringing their favorite whips and things.

It was not to be a costume party we were just told to wear cocktail dresses. I had finally bought underwear and put on my sexiest black set to match the black cocktail dress Mom had sent me.

We had twenty guests and we again felt like stars to have them pay four thousand dollars to be with us a few hours.

I thought we would be doing a strip tease but we were told to go to one man at a time who would remove one article of clothing. Naturally with my big boobs my dress and bra went first. As each article came off an alligator clip was put on our boobs. I had made a mistake in dressing completely in anticipation of being able to give a long strip-tease. Some of the girls had just worn dresses and shoes so they only had three clips by the time they were naked. I had worn a dress, slip, bra, panties, stockings, garter belt, shoes, a bracelet and a necklace. I was the last one naked and had eleven clips on my boobs. It felt like little animals were biting me and the pain seemed to get worse with time. Especially when the men would tug on the ones on my nipples.

Then Kay went around with a bowl of colored chips The color of the chip determined which man would get which girl. Since there were only twenty men one girl would be serving two men while the rest had three.

One of the actives drew the two men. She looked disappointed.

Then I found out the clips were counters. As a starting event the men assigned to us could give us lashes to match the counters on the erogenous zone of their choice with their favorite whip.

One of the men I had drawn was a teacher carrying a big leather paddle with holes drilled through it. I expected a really red butt from him.

Something else was different, for the first time we were led into the basement and the men were told they could tie us in any position they liked. My men had a little discussion then my legs were tied widely apart a rope was tied around my waist then to the floor to keep me bent over then cuffs were put on my wrist to pull my arms out and up to force me into a back-bend making my boobs accessible from all sides. Finally a small rope was tied to my hair to keep my head up and back.

It was very uncomfortable.waiting for them to decide who would be first. I was pretty sure where I would be hit by the instruments they were carrying. A thonged whip would no doubt be used on my breasts or pussy, The big leather paddle for my butt or thighs, the last was a thin whippy bamboo cane. He was a teacher and used it on my butt once. It had left welts that lasted for days. I couldn't imagine how much it would hurt anywhere except my relatively insensitive butt.

Just as I was beginning to ache from my bondage they made their decision and the man with the thonged whip stepped up, grinned at me and swung his whip to hit the left side of my left breast so hard that if there had been milk in them it would have shot across the room.

The pain became incredible as he kept hitting the outside of my breasts causing the one not being hit to be pushed into my armpit. I was praying he would move to another area and was glad to see him move to my side but them he began hitting me on top of both nipples to flatten my boobs against my chest.

When he finished my poor tits were aching and burning at the same time.

The man came toward me with the cane. I was relieved thinking a new area would be hit but I realized my big boobs got me in trouble when he suddenly swung the cane up from my side to hit the bottoms to make them jump up to my chin. They loved the way my boobs jumped and bounced and he hit them eleven more times until I was crying hysterically.

Then the teacher with the paddle came toward me. He was staring at my maroon tits and I panicked and began to beg, "No! Please no! I'll die."

I was so relieved when I felt a terrific burn across my butt cheeks I actually thanked him even though it really hurt.

He hit my whole butt then went to my upper thighs finishing with my inner thighs with the edge of the paddle occassionally ripping open the lips of my pussy. It hurt really bad but I could get into it and incredibly became excited and began to beg them to fuck me.

The teacher paddling me just sneered and said, "Stupid bitch. We can always fuck.We paid all this money to punish!"