Bill laughed and said, "It is firm too!" He slapped each cheek with his hand. The sharp pain made me gasp but I didn't protest.

Then he turned me around and said "If you like her ass you'll love these. He pulled off the top of my dress leaving my boobs bare and shuddering with my excited breathing. When they cheered again he pulled down my skirt.

I stood there stark naked with everyone else fully dressed. I was blushing all down my front.

The men began complimenting my boobs, flat tummy and tight pussy. It must have made the other girls jealous because one of them said, "My tits are as good as hers." and pulled off her dress to be naked too. Other girls began saying their body parts were better and soon all of us girls were naked.

I should have felt more comfortable with all the girls as naked as me but actually I missed being the center of attention. The boys eyes darted toward any of us that moved, danced, or assumed sexy poses.

One of the guys said, "Those elastic cords made some sexy marks on her butt. Looked like whip marks. Too bad they are fading."

I hugged Bill and said, "Bill can put whip marks all over me if he wants. I love him."

He retorted, "Yeah sure." sarcastically.

Bill said, "She means it. She would let me whip her if I wanted to but I don't."

The guy's girlfriend said, "Bullshit. I don't mind if Bob spanks me if I have pissed him off but I would never let him do it just for the hell of it."

By that time we had drawn a crowd and another girl laughed and said, "That's right Sue. Promise him anything. You know he is too nice to take advantage of it."

That made me mad. "I am not lying! He could even let you give me ten lashes."

She sneered, "Big fucking deal. Any of us could take ten spanks on our butts."

I had to admit to myself ten spanks was wimpy and retorted, "I meant you could all give me ten lashes anywhere from my armpits to my knees."

That made them excited and they began chattering among themselves.I heard one girl say." Relax. It isn't going to happen. It is just a bluff."

Bill said, "Sue you are crazy. If we all hit you would get two hundred lashes. No-one could stand that much."

The girl said, "See! The bluff worked."

"Bill.. They don't believe me! Now I don't know if you believe me either. Let them do it."

That began to encourage him I think the convincer was when a guy said, "If she does it we will know you are one of the greatest lovers of all time."

"Alright Sue. You asked for it, but only the girls, and if you want to chicken-out you just have to yell, 'Mercy'." Now go up to our room and pick your instrument out of my closet to use on you."

I rushed upstairs accompanied by their chorus of excited voices.

I opened the closet expecting to see the strap he had made. It was there but he had added things, a big wooden paddle, a riding quirt, a whip made of a broomstick with nylon fish lines that I knew would just tingle and finally a whip that brought immediate excitement. It looked just like the whip Dad had made for Mom except there were no knots. The ends had been glued together then sliced to make tassels.

There was no question that it would be my choice. It would create the combination of excitement of my Mom's whipping plus my dream considering I would have an audience. Best of all this whip did not seems as bad as Mom's and certainly not as bad as the black snake in my dream. I thought I could take a hundred lashes with it without losing their respect by crying "Mercy."

I went back down hugging the whip to my breasts already trembling with excitement. They were waiting for me.

One of the girls took my whip while two others grabbed my arms to lead me into the living room.

Bill had lowered the chandelier and the boys were standing around it. I leaped into a higher plane of excitement as I realized I would be hung up and whipped in front of people just like my dream. I just wished there were hundreds more.

There was another refinement. Bill was holding padded leather wrist cuffs connected by a chain. I held out my arms for him to put them on breathing faster as I realized the chain made it even more like my dream.

He looped the chain over the chandelier and nodded to one of the boys. My arms started going up slowly until my body was stretching. When my heels lifted it stopped.

Bill stepped back and I asked, "Aren't you going to tie my legs?"

"No I want you to be able to protect your crotch if you want to."

Bill kissed me and said, "Are you ready for this? The girls may hit harder than you think."

I said shakily, "Yes. I will make you proud of my bravery. I want to do this for you."

He stepped back and sat down in an ornate dining room chair with arms. My dream was now complete. The other boys sat down on other chairs while their girls either sat on their laps or knelt beside their legs.

The girl who had taken my whip stepped beside me to swing it sharply against my buns. It stung but not terribly and when she finished and handed the whip to another girl I looked out at my audience defiantly.

Someone said, "Hit harder! That didn't even bother her."

The next girl did hit harder and the pain increased but no more than my excitement. She also just hit my butt and thighs."

I began to think that was all they would hit and was thinking of turning so they could see I was being hit hard but was being brave enough not to scream when a boy yelled, "Buffy! Hit her tits. I want to see those big babies bounce."

She did, and hard. A searing pain covered my breasts and nipples. I gasped and whimpered as she giggled and changed positions to make my tits jump and quaver as they were hit up down and sideways.

My excitement rose with my audience who were cheering while Bill gripped the arms of his chair and looked at me in shock.

From that point on all the lashes hit my front except for the times they hit the sides of my hips or thighs to let the tips dig into the crack of my butt or sting my tender inner thighs.

Someone yelled, "That is heating her up. Look at her sweat!"

The pain increased but no more than my excitement. My audience got wild too I saw girls being fucked while facing me sitting on their boyfriends laps or being fucked doggy style so they would not have to take their eyes off me.

Bill was gripping his chair so hard his muscles bulged while he stared at me avidly.

As it went on and on I became so excited orgasms began and my vision blurred from my tears.

Then just as I was about to lose all control I felt a slap to my tit and realized the girl in front of me was saying something. I focused at the next slap with her hand and heard her say, "Damnit. Can't you hear me? Spread your legs!"

I did to feel a searing pain from my pubic bone to my anus. It sent me into a greater orgasm but I still heard someone scream, "Look at her! She is spreading them even wider!"

She kept rising me higher with lash after lash to my crotch and there was no delay when she handed the whip to a girl behind me who began bringing it up between my legs to make the ends fall on the face of my crotch with one or more strands burning my clit.

I had never tried to count the lashes but that must have completed the hundred because they stopped to stare at my sweating convulsing body until Bill stepped up to me. I pleaded, "Please fuck me. Make the pain go away."

Somewhere along the line he had joined the others in removing his clothes so it was a simple matter for him to lift me by my butt cheeks so I could wrap my legs around him to bury his glorious tool into my sopping pussy.

I was weak from my orgasms but I didn't need strength since he gripped my sore butt-cheeks to pump him into me to continue my orgasms until he came and let me slide down our wet bodies until I hung limply from the chandelier.