The preparations seemed to take forever. I began to ache from just being supported by my toes and my arms but at the same time the time being naked in front of the admiring audience was making me very excited. The preparations seemed to be foreplay for an experience I had never imagined in my wildest fantasies. They had another drawing to see who would be first and who would follow. I watched them line up in a big half circle in front of me so they would be able to see it all. It looked like a class picture with the front row kneeling, the second row on chairs and the back row standing. Kay stood in the center of the half circle and gave further instructions in a low voice I did not understand.

Bob and another boy went out a side door. When they came back in I heard a "Clinking" noise and twisted to look at them. They were carrying a log about five feet long with chains and manacles at the ends. They placed it in front of my legs then pulled my legs apart to snap the manacles on my ankles. I felt totally obscene. I had spread my legs in front of a mirror once while masturbating and knew that would make my slit open so they could see inside me. My humiliation turned to fright as I realized I would be hit on a part I knew was super-sensitive.

Kay alleviated my fear only a little when she said, "You will find her crotch and inner thighs are very sensitive so if you have drawn that area just use one of these three instruments."

She showed them my thong whip, a whip made of several leather bootstrings and a leather strap a couple of inches wide attached to a wooden handle.

Finally they were ready and Kay came up to me and said, "You know what you are in for. Do you still want to go through with it? You may need to scream shall I turn on loud music?"

I said, "Yes." with a little sob, then "No. Don't turn on the music. I want them to hear the lashes so they will know I am being hurt but that I have the courage not to scream."

Then she said, "When you are ready say, 'Let the punishment begin."

That seemed to be the final humiliation. I guess I have been fascinated by whipping and in all the descriptions I had read the person punished was dragged out fighting all the way to have their clothes torn off and whipped while they screamed. In contrast I had taken off my clothes, manacled myself and was now about to ask them to start the pain. My only consolation was the feeling that none of these people were really angry with me so they may not hit hard and somehow I could earn their respect if I was brave.

I held up my head proudly knowing the boys were wild with desire at the sight of my nude spread-eagled body and said loudly, "Let the punishment begin."

A boy walked up nervously to cross behind me to stand by my side. I suddenly realized I would have no idea where I would be hit until he did it. He did not look mean so I hoped he would not hit hard. He didn't really but it still hurt bad because he had a snake whip and he hit my butt across both cheeks. It sunk in deep to make them shudder and he followed quickly with two more just above and below the first.I couldn't help making a loud gasp and straining at my bonds while the audience yelled, "Good one!" "That made her jump!" and other comments.

I soon found out which area would be hit by the whip they carried and how they held it. If they were right-handed and came up to my left side I would be hit on my butt if they came to my left side it would be my breasts or tummy. Of course if they carried a crotch whip I would get it on my crotch but it could be from either side to jerk my lips apart or it could come from behind to go up between my legs to concentrate on my slit. If the end hit my clit my whole body would shudder at the intense pain.

I found it was actually better to have my breasts or pussy hit because they would not hit as hard knowing it was sensitive. Also someone complained they could not see my butt getting hit so when it was my butt's turn the whipper just before would grab my breast with his free hand to turn me sideways or clear around to improve their view. My reflexive arch to pull in my bottom would cause my breast to be pulled out grotesquely.

I was gasping and sobbing at first assuming it would get worse and worse but it did not work out that way. Since the number in line had nothing to do with the area hit I would often be hit up to nine times in the same place. The nerves became deadened and to my total astonishment excitement began to over-ride the pain. My gasps turned to moans and panting as incredible sensations began running through my body. Finally I worked up to the pledges. I thought they might go easy on me but I later found the were told that if they did not hit hard enough they would take my place. When it was Kelly's turn she was third in a row to hit my pussy. She hit me from behind to avoid seeing my pain but that meant that all her lashes with the leather strap sunk deep into my open slit and I came! Not a regular orgasm. A fantastic one that almost made me pass out.

My date was next for the last group and he asked me where I wanted to be hit. He was carrying the whip of bootlaces. I wanted the senstions to continue so I gasped, "Pussy. Hit my pussy."

He brought it up from the floor in front so the laces stung then dragged through my slit as he brought it around in a circle that also made it slide against my breasts.

I had another orgasm that exhausted me and I slumped in my bonds.

In a fog I heard a boy say "That was too much! The poor girl has passed out from the pain."

Another boy said, "Are you kidding? She got off on it. Look at her. Her nipples are stiff and there is juice leaking from her pussy. Look at the whip. She made it wet. Don't you know orgasms look like pain?"

Kay walked up to me and pushed her fingers into my pussy saying, "If she didn't cum she sure came close. She is sopping. Dee. Would you like to be fucked to make up for the pain?"

By that time I didn't care what anyone thought. I began pushing at the fingers rubbing my hard and oh so sensitive clit and moaned, "Yes. God yes!"

When they heard that it started an orgy. Clothes began flying as boys and girls tore into each other

My date could not even wait to untie me. He just stepped between my legs and buried his dick in me. My only regret was that I did not have my arms and legs free to pull him in deeper.

After we came again he let me down to lie on the floor then began kissing me starting at my lips and working down. Eventually he got to my pussy and I felt his tongue fluttering on my clit. I was really naive. I had never heard of such a thing and would not have believed it anyway. It felt wonderful and later when he asked me to lick and suck his dick I felt I owed that to him and to my surprise I was not repulsed at all to have his and my juices go in my mouth.

The party finally broke up when everyone was exhausted. The boys went home and we dragged ourselves upstairs to fall into our beds still naked and sticky.

We all slept late but I woke up feeling sticky and smelly first and went to the shower where I was joined in a short time by the other girls.

I turned out to be a celebrity. There was no longer a question as to whether or not I came. Now they just wanted to know how I had done it because to them pain was the furthest thing they could think of from sex.

I explained that I agreed completely that our punishment spankings were just a painful ordeal because they were too hard and were over before anyone could get excited. Being naked and bound with less painful lashes on all the erogenous zones was completely different. Kelly and a couple of the other girls agreed it might be exciting at least they were really turned on by seeing it happen to me. But Cathy said I must be crazy and an incredible slut to get off on it. The other girls said she could not be so sure since she hadn't tried it but she countered that she would never know because she would never allow it.