"It is not our fault you aren't wearing underclothes. What will it be? The whip or the paddle."

Logically I knew I should choose the paddle. As mad as they were I was sure they would bruise my ass horribly and maybe my parents would be sympathetic but I just didn't have the courage to suffer that much.

I said, "I'll take the whip. How many lashes do I have to take?"

"I am not sure. Enough to make sure you are sorry for what you have done."

He led me under the ropes and stepped back looking at me until I realized he was waiting for me to undress.

I sobbed then unbuttoned the jeans to let them slide down my legs then slipped off my shoes so I could step out of them. Then I leaned over to pull off the sweater. I stood there still sobbing while they attached the cuffs to spread my legs and pull up my arms till my heels were off the floor.

At that moment I noticed something new had been added. I was looking into a full length mirror to see my naked body. That gave me mixed feelings. It added to my embarrassment to see myself so totally naked as they could see me but at the same time I was proud of the way I looked. The stretch had made my boobs lift up proudly and my tummy had become so flat you could see my ribs outlining it. I looked beautiful. As good as the professional models in my Dad's men's magazines.

Then to my astonishment and humiliation he reached from behind me to grab both my breasts and squeezed them till his fingers were buried in them. I watched blushing but fascinated as the skin bulged around his fingers.

Jake said, "She has great tits for a girl so young doesn't she Tom?"

"Yes, They are big but firm. They should move nicely under the whip."

My eyes widened in fear.I remembered that they had been the source of greatest pain and that whipping was supposedly easy. This time they were angry. "No! You couldn't hit them. That will hurt awful!"

"Pain is the whole idea. It won't be as bad as you think. It is still just skin. To make up for it we won't hit your sore butt."

They stepped to my side and began hitting the tops of my thighs. I was surprised. It was more scary than painful, there was just a sting and heat not nearly as bad as the paddle. They took turns hitting me and I watched in fascination, excitement, and pain as the lashes slowly climbed up my body leaving redness behind them. They took their time making sure every inch of skin was reddened. I braced myself when the lashes came across just under my tits and then they were being hit! They compressed and bounced with each lash and to my utter amazement I found that the whole situation of being tied, naked, and lashed by people who were obviously enjoying it was making me very excited.

They moved back down to begin hitting my inner thighs alternately slowly moving up to my crotch. I knew they would hit my pussy but I was just being excited by the pain and found I was pushing out my pussy for them. The first slap on my pussy brought me to orgasm. I think the woman knew it because she began to hit it harder but I didn't care, it was suddenly very important to me it should be hurt.

Suddenly they stopped, leaving me to pump my hips in and out to the old cadence of lashes.

Jake said, "I told you she could get off on anything."

Tom said, "I think I will keep them coming."

At that he stepped in front of me and dropped his pants to drive his dick in my pussy while he jerked me forward and back by gripping the cheeks of my ass. I went from one orgasm directly to a stronger one and continued when Jake replaced him while the woman began to join Jake in spanking my butt with their hands in time with his deep thrusts into my body.

I had never had such tremendous orgasms before. I was completely exhausted and when they removed my bonds I just knelt on the floor wet with sweat trying to get my breath.

They just watched me until I got calmer and crawled over to get my clothes. When I picked up my sweater Tom stopped me. "Leave that alone. You have a great body. We like looking at it. Come over here."

I stood up and walked over to him where he told me to kneel in front of him where he sat with his shorts and pants around his ankles. He took my hands and put one on his dick and the other on Jake's. They were wet and sticky.

Tom said, "You made a mess of our dicks. Clean them up."

I began to rub them with my hands but that was not what he had in mind.

"Not that way, stupid. Use your tongue."

"Oh no! That is gross. I couldn't."

"Would you rather take the same amount of spanks in the same places with the paddle?"

I cringed at the thought of that heavy paddle hitting my tits and pussy and bent over for a tentative lick at his dick. I was relieved that it didn't taste bad although it had the texture of snot. When he began to get hard again I could lick all of it and at his direction put the head in my mouth to take it as deep as I could till he told me it was Jakes turn.

Jake didn't let me go till I felt his cum spurt in my mouth for me to swallow.

My only satisfaction was that I thought I was finally through. I was wrong.

Tom said, "I think all your action has excited Miss Wilcox. Clean her up too."

I had forgotten she was there. I looked over to see her lying on the floor with her panties wrapped around one ankle while she dug at her pussy with her fingers.

I decided they would have to kill me first and told them so.

They dragged me over to her and she grabbed my arms while I stayed on my hands and knees holding my face as far as I could from her pussy. They put a board between my knees to spread my legs and tightened leather straps at the ends to my knees.

Tom said when you are ready, start licking her pussy."

I felt a terrible pain right on my asshole! I looked around to see them holding leather riding crops. The next lash went right into the crack of my pussy with the end hitting my clit. It hurt so bad it took my breath away and I stuck my tongue in her pussy. I don't know what she used to douche with but it tasted sweet and I was sorry I had hesitated causing the agony to my poor pussy.

They made me lick her till she was obviously in orgasm as they laughed and told me to stick my tongue in deeper and to lick her asshole.

It seemed to last forever because they made no effort to touch me to get me excited. Finally they let me dress and go home.

By the time I got home I felt like pure scum and didn't care what happened to me. The only good part was that the whipping had not left any marks except for the bruise to my pussy caused by the crop. I just went to bed and hid under the covers. Mom checked on me but evidentally assumed I was asleep and let me alone.

Actually I didn't go to sleep for a long time. My mind raced over my recent ordeal and I tried to understand. I could see no way out of it short of killing myself. My folks obviously would not let me drop out of school and as long as I was in it I would be facing an ordeal every day. Unfortunately there was no escaping the fact that it was not all ordeal. When I thought about the fucking I would find I was stroking my nipples and pussy and becoming excited. Then I would realize that I had heard Mom making delighted little squeals and giggling through the thin walls when they were doing it and decided it was normal to like sex but I also knew it was not normal to do it so much with so many different people. I rationalized that it was not my fault since I was being forced into it and that I was lucky to be able to enjoy it. I could not understand why I became sexually excited from the whipping the principal and Miss Wilcox had given me. I suddenly realized that I was getting excited just thinking about the whipping and gave in to the feeling to rub my clitoris and nipples till I reached a small orgasm. I decided I must have developed some sort of defense mechanism that let me convert pain to excitement and again I was lucky to be able to do it since there was no way to avoid the whipping. The one thing I couldn't rationalize was the fact that I was only one of hundreds of girls in the school. Since I had been so easy to trap, why weren't other girls going through the same things I was? That made me think of the differences between me and the other girls. My main difference was that I was an outsider. The other girls had lived in this neighborhood for years and had formed little cliques of friends. I had made no friends. I had made a bad impression right away with them with my expensive clothes from our better times and when they had made initial advances I had complained about the ratty school and neighborhood and had sneered at the greasy boys.