Kelly had an objection, "Gee Kay won't that make us prostitutes?"

"Of course not! Whores fuck to make money for themselves. You are doing it for your sisters. Think of yourselves as the Penitents in Italy that flog themselves until they bleed to prove their love for God. You will be proving your love for your sisters.

We were willing to settle for a flimsy excuse and that put us in the class with christian martyrs. We were really glad that the actives would dress like us and participate in fund raising because we now felt equal. There was also no more warnings that we may be dropped from the house so we were sure we would soon be actives.

I didn't realize how equal we would be until I overheard a conversation between Sue and Kay.

"Jesus Kay! Do you realize what you have done? Some of us actives have pissed off boys by telling them to fuck off. We could end up getting more lashes than the pledges."

"That won't happen. No-one will get any more lashes than the demerits Dee has earned unless you agree to more for the money. The boys will be easy on us since they will want to date us later."

"That is easy for you. Everybody likes you. I have guys that will want to get even for my fucking over them."

"It isn't my fault you were a bitch. You know that if we are all available we will be able to sell all the tickets. I want to make a ton of money so we can live it up in Hawaii."

"Being limited to Dee's demerits is no limit at all. She already has eighty coming and she is not real bright. She could have hundreds coming by party time. You had better open the files for her to help her keep her grades up. I am going to remind the actives that every demerit they give her could come back on them."

I didn't know what she meant about opening the files. It turned out they had all the tests of every class on file with notes on what each professor expected on homework and which ones could be influenced by flashing your body. A few of them would give automatic "A,s" if you fucked them. Others would raise your grade if you offered to be spanked to make you try harder.

Offering to fuck them seemed too sluttish to me but if I was not doing well I would deserve to be spanked and since they were old it would be real punishment like a father's.

The files were a tremendous help. By studying the tests I was always able to get good grades so I never had a need to volunteer for spankings except for my english class that was mostly essays. Fortunately he was on the list of professors who liked to spank. There was a note after his name saying he made it very painful but it was signed by one of the girls that hated being spanked so I ignored it.

I went to his office after class and told him that I knew I was not doing well and may do better if I was punished and offered to take whatever punishment he thought suitable to raise my grade.

He looked at me in my shortest skirt and my low-cut blouse and was obviously impressed because he stammered slightly as he said, "I see. Just what grade were you hoping for?"

"I need an 'A' sir."

He got his grade book and did some figuring then said, "You have 292 points for an average of 73. You need 320 points to make an 'A' which would be 68 spanks. No-one has ever taken more than forty. Maybe you should settle for a 'B'. That would only be 28 spanks."

"No. I need the 'A' to raise my total grade average to the 85 I need for my scholership."

"Alright, but you may not be able to take all sixty eight. If you don't you will get as many points as you can stand. Here is my address. I will be home by four oclock."

I told him my last class was at three so I could meet him then easily and had my bicycle to get to his house. He was not far from campus and lived in an old victorian house all by itself. He told me his father had left him a large farm but he had sold most of the property just keeping enough to provide privacy. It occurred to me that I could scream as loud as I could but the neighbors would never hear me.

He took me down to his basement and showed me a skinny bamboo cane.

"This is what the professors used on students in the english boarding school my father arranged for my education. I can tell you from my own experience that it is quite painful and leaves welts. I never had more than thirty. Since you are volunteering for sixty-eight I won't hit as hard as I normally do as long as you will commit yourself to a minimum of thirty."

He let me hold it and it was very light. I didn't think it could be too bad and was grateful he said he would go easy on me."

I sad, "I will commit myself to sixty-eight."

"Really. That means I will go to sixty-eight even if you beg me to stop. Are you sure?"

"Yes but I may need to be tied up. I may not have the courage to take them without getting out of position."

"Oh I agree. Even girls that only agreed to ten or twenty tried to get away. You also have another option. You may simply raise your skirt to be spanked on your panties which will be quite painful or you may accept them nude. The additional humiliation of being nude will be taken into account to lessen the severity."

The second option really appealed to me. I knew that being nude would make it more exciting to me and the lesser pain may only cause thrills.

I began taking off my clothes. I was proud that seeing me undress was causing a lump to grow in his pants.

He led me over to a felt covered table then said, "Sixty-eight is a lot on just your buttocks. You will have welts on top of welts. Would you like some of them put on your thighs?"

"Yes but only to mid-thigh so my skirt can hide any welts."

"In that case your legs will have to be tied apart so I can hit the insides as well as backs."

That made sense. Spreading them around may mean I may not get many welts on welts that sounded especially painful although I worried about the ones to my sensitive inner thighs.

He tied my legs about three feet apart which brought my tummy level with the table then put a leather cuff on my left wrist with a chain he brought around a steel pipe that braced the ceiling then to my right wrist. I found that by lying flat and pressing my thighs against the table let the chain loosen and slide down the pipe.

He had me straighten back up then reached under the table and brought out a rectangle of plywood with velco strips on the back. I understood the felt on the table now. It would hold the plywood in place and when he turned it over it was covered with thumb-tacks.

He said, "This will encourage you to keep your breasts off the table to tighten your buttock muscles."

It was diabolical. The chain weight plus the fact my arms were pulled out in front of me put a strain on my back muscles and I knew I could not keep my breasts off the tacks for long.

I heard a whirring noise then a "Crack!" followed instantly by the worst pain I had experienced.

After three of them I no longer cared about my breasts and collapsed to the table hoping relaxing my butt muscles might lessen the pain. I did help a little and the tacks going into my breasts kind of took my mind off my butt. I only raised up from then at an especially hard lash or to attempt to find a place where a tack would not go into my nipple. There was no such place and I finally just laid on them shuddering at each lash which drove the points in deeper.

He got to my inner thighs and that extra pain made me rise and scream only to fall back on the tacks.

Then something incredible happened. My butt and thighs seemed to go numb and the pain lessened to allow excitement to build. I started having orgasms! When he started back at the top of my butt and finished with two at the very top of my inner thighs which pinched my pussy lips against my thighs I went into a mindless orgasm and began screaming, "Fuck me! Please fuck me."