"What other things? I won't be asked to fuck them will I?"

"No I told them neither of us would allow that but one of the guys avoided ten spanks by masturbating in front of everyone during Hell week and another avoided punishment by letting us watch his girl suck him. I suppose it might be something like that.

"Would you think I was cowardly to accept humiliation?"

"No,not really. I didn't do it but I was not facing your ordeal."

"The other thing they decided was to have you and the other girl go through Hell night the night before the guys. That way if either of you wants to quit before it is over The other pledge or I will still have to go through it." I said, "I could never let that happen. It would be terribly cowardly for me to quit to let us both suffer."

That would be much better. I had assumed I would just be one of many being punished. Now I could be a true martyr. Even though some of the attention would go to the other girl I hoped I would be prettier and could be more courageous to really impress everyone. I also admitted to myself that having another girl would cut my lashes in half.

"Oh I am glad I won't be alone. Is there anything else."

"Yes. The President said that the administration would frown on this so everyone would have to participate to make sure no-one would report it. Even me."

"Oh Jesus. How many guys will that be?

"Sixty."

"Oh God! I will be just one big bruise!"

"No. Remember you will be able to trade lashes for other things that will just be humiliating. There is another concession I got them to make. You can bring three whips of your choice to be used on you. I suggest you pick out something easy. Unfortunately we just have two with us. The strap and the whip with leather thongs. You can shop tomorrow to see if you can find another or will have to make one. Maybe you can find something even better than the ones we have."

I shopped for hours. I was just wearing a t-shirt and mini skirt Bill didn't let me wear under wear anymore. It was fun to see men staring at my jiggling boobs and bottom. It was amazing to see how many things were available in pet stores, farm stores, and leather shops. Some things looked really bad such as buggy whips, quirts, and stiff rubber thongs.

I ended up in a shop that had leather things for motorcyclists. It had a whole wall of whips but they looked really bad including a knotted whip like Mom's and one without knots like mine that I knew cut deep and caused bad welts.

I was about to leave when a big clerk in leather pants and a Harley t-shirt asked me if he could help me.

"I don't think so. All these look like they would leave terrible welts."

"You didn't look long enough. My old lady calls this her fun whip. Feel it. It is just soft leather boot-laces. All it will do is make you red. Lift up your skirt and I will give you a taste."

I guess all the shopping and imagining how the different whips would feel had created a lot of excitement. Without thinking about it I lifted my skirt up just below my crotch.

He grinned and swung it against the front of my thighs.

He was right! It just caused a sting and tingle that seemed to travel directly to my pussy. My thighs just turned a light red I knew would fade in minutes.

"OOh you are right. There is just a sting and tingle. It could even be used on more tender places."

"Yeah lift up your T-shirt so your tummy can taste it."

I did and that was even more exciting so I lifted my t-shirt to my neck to bare my boobs. He brought the whip across them to spread out to cover nearly all of them with the center thong stinging my nipples. I let it cling above my boobs while I caressed them feeling the tingle radiate then I raised my arms to cross them over my head. He hit them again and when I just gasped he hit once more a little harder. That almost brought me to orgasm. I just had to feel it on my pussy. I raised my skirt as high as I could get it and opened my legs a little. He swung the whip up from the floor to make a sting all over my pussy and grinned as I gasped and opened my legs more. He brought it up again but now my legs were open enough to open my slit and the center thong stung my clit. I came! I immediately felt guilty for letting this strange man make me come and quickly paid for the whip and started to leave.

He smirked and said, "Come back when you want to try some of the others. I have a back room that is soundproof. You can scream all you want."

I just mumbled, "I don't think I'll want that." and left. I fantasized on the way home about all the "Biker" movies I had seen and imagined being whipped and raped by a bunch of dirty mean guys.

When I went in our apartment I stripped to see if I was still red. The marks had faded and I suddenly felt even more guilty to have come with no sign of punishment. I hoped I would be punished severely that night to make up for it.

Bill was no help. He brought home a gold bracelet for me and hugged and kissed me. I felt even more guilty.

It suddenly dawned on him that I might not know how to do a strip- trase. I admitted I had never seen one but I assumed I would just kind of dance around while taking off my clothes.

He told me there was a lot more to it than that and had me dress to practise. He taught me to grind my hips, thrust out my pelvis, and shake my boobs to the music. We decided I would wear a strapless bra that hooked in front, My tiny bikini panties,a pullover blouse and a skirt with an elastic waist. Everything could come off easily and smoothly. At the last moment he decided to remove the little stubble on my pussy to make it look like a little girl's again.

That made us both excited and we made love but I didn't have an orgasm. I began to wonder if I could without the excitement of pain.

On the way to the house it occurred to me that if I had alternatives to the whip some of the boys would not get their turn. I asked Bill how they would decide who would be allowed to whip me. He explained that the seniors would be first then juniors, etc. The pledges may not get a turn.

We got to the house a little early. They gave us strong drinks and took me around to meet everyone. Of course I couln't begin to remember all the names but both of us felt good about all the compliments on my beauty and bravery to do this for Bill.

A little later the other girl, Kim, came in. She was not at all what I expected. She was only about sixteen and dressed unsexily in a baggy sweater and long skirt. She was pretty but her blonde hair looked unkempt and her clothes gave no clue as far as her body was concerned. She looked frightened and accepted a drink gladly. I felt even prouder since no-one was making a fuss over her.

Then the President, David, said, "The cast is here let the games begin." He took Kim and my hands to lead us to a big door that the other guys opened so we could go downstairs. Kim kept looking back at her boyfriend anxiously. Another door was opened and we went into a large recreation room I had visited with Bill when he had pledged.

I knew it was sound-proof because loud rock music had been playing upstairs and when the second door closed I could no longer hear it.

It was all different now. The ping-pong table was gone, The pool table was pushed against the wall, all the furniture was arranged in half-circles facing the front of the room. They had raised the second , third and fourth rows up on pallets so everyone would have a great view.

It was like a theatre with the chairs facing center stage which had ropes and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling and others looped around rings in the floor. I looked at the ropes excitedly knowing I would soon be hanging from them facing the large audience.

Kim looked at them and shuddered letting out a little whimper. I was amazed. If she was so frightened about this. Why did she volunteer?