My body had now healed completely except for a thin purple line across my lower stomach. I was looking forward to seeing Joe and wondering if I would ever be able to work up enough nerve to ask him to use the fibreglas whip on me.

I was not to find out that night. He had a surprise for me. He had brought home a dress they had used in an ad for perfume and wanted me to wear it to a party he was throwing for his clients. Normally I hated to be around the beautiful models but now that I was sure that I was unique and that Joe could not replace me I looked forward to it.

The dress was very sexy. It was made of a white silky material. The top was just two pieces of cloth that went around my neck then down to a very low cut waistband. The top only covered the center sections of my large breasts leaving the inner and outer portions bare. The skirt was two other pieces of cloth that went to my ankles but open at the sides. When I walked in it you could see my legs up to my waist. Only my pussy and the center of my butt was hidden. It would be exciting to wear it but I did not want to look like a slut.

"Joe, I am awfully bare. Do you think I will look slutty wearing this in public?"

"Hardly. You won't see sluts in two thousand dollar dresses that are in fashion magazines. I want you to wear it. Are you objecting?"

"Oh no Joe. It is lovely. I was just afraid I may embarrass you."

"You would not embarrass me if you were naked. You have a lovely body and I am proud to own it."

I felt proud that he felt that way and by saying he owned me I felt more like a slave that could do anything my master ordered with no guilt because I had no choice. That was not true of course. I was not a prisoner and could leave at any time but that thought never entered my mind.

He had rented a suite on top of a hotel for the party. We arrived early to make sure room service had brought the snacks and had completely stocked the bar. We began greeting guests a little later. There were six beautiful girls with their boy friends or ad agency men. I was relieved to see the girls were wearing sexy clothes too. A couple of them were wearing transparent blouses that were so sheer they might as well have been topless.

The party started with just small talk and drinking but as time went on people began snorting cocaine and dancing. Later one girl broke away from the boyfriend and began dancing solo to the heavy beat. It was real sexy and it seemed natural for her to begin taking off her clothes as we gathered around her in a circle to cheer her on. When she was naked she moved sinuously feeling her body with her hands. Everybody stared at her excitedly and applauded like crazy when the song ended. I expected her to put her clothes back on but she just giggled at the attention and pulled her boyfriend over to a couch to hug him to her naked body.

As soon as the next song started another girl began a striptease. This kept on until I suddenly realized that I was the only girl with clothes on. Actually a lot of men had gotten naked too and were hugging girls and a few were fucking.

Joe said softly in my ear, "It is your turn baby."

I felt intimidated by the beauty and grace of the other girls and replied, "Oh no Joe. I couldn't. They have had dance training, I would look like a klutz."

He didn't argue he just said loudly over the music, "Rachel has refused to dance for us. I think she deserves a spanking don't you?"

The girls laughed and cheered then began chanting, "Do it, do it, do it. Then one of the men yelled, "She is cheating all of us we should all get to spank her."

The girls began chanting "Yes. Yes Yes!"

God. I had been embarrassed at the thought of being naked in front of these strangers now they would be spanking me.

Joe told me to take off my dress and when I was naked he had me bend over the back of a couch. The first girl to strip yelled, "No. Lets do this right. She grabbed her purse and pulled out some panty hose then she moved a chair under the chandelier and put the crotch over the bars. She came over to me and brought me over to the chair and told me to stand on it then brought over another chair to wrap the legs around my wrists and tie them. When she told me to step off the chair the legs only stretched enough to let my toes reach the floor. She moved the chairs out of the way then came back to hug me mashing our breasts together and said, "God this must be exciting for you. It would me. I am dripping just anticipating what will happen to you."

She was right. I had already convinced myself I had no choice to relieve my guilt and was beginning to breathe hard from the excitement when Joe said. "Five apiece seems fair. Is that the way you want to be for them?"

I sobbed realizing my legs were pressed together. It took all my will-power to open them to allow my pussy to be a target. a consolation was that one of the girls said, "Jesus. We will be able to hit her pussy! I can't even imagine being that brave." Others agreed as there were cheers and applause that made me proud.

I had counted the people coming in. seventeen people would be hitting me eighty-five times. I was sure I had never been hit that many times before. I hoped I would not cheat anyone by passing out before they all had their turn. I was relieved he did not tie my legs open so I could close them if my pussy got too sore.

One of the men yelled, "I'll contribute the belt!" and whipped it out of his pants. Joe took it and said, "I will warm her up for you."

Now I was the girl with a circle of cheering people around me. I was excited to be the center of attention and made up my mind to be brave and not scream.

Without warning the belt hit my butt and I yelped from the pain and surprise. then he hit my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, and finally my crotch which made me squeal to demonstrate to them they were not limited to hitting my butt. One of the men exclaimed, "God! That made her pussy squirm!"

He handed the belt to the man next to him. He must have been afraid of hurting me badly because he hit me all five times just on my butt. Even though it didn't hurt much just being naked and helpless in front of so many people either wincing or cheering each lash made me terribly excited.

He handed the belt to the first stripper who hit my breasts individually first at the cleavage to wrench them toward my armpits then on the outside to make them slap together. They were burning and throbbing when she finished with one to my pussy that made me scream.

She handed the belt to the man next to her who hit the front of my thighs and my lower stomach which only increased my excitement.

I was shocked to discover that the girls were meaner than the men. You would think they could empathize with me but they concentrated on my most sensitive places and it was one of them who decided to have the men who had already lashed me hold my legs apart so wide I was doing the splits so they could hit my asshole and bury the belt into my gaping pussy. I would go from orgasms to so much pain the excitement would leave to be replaced by agony only to have the excitement come back with the next whipper for another orgasm until sweat was running off my body and the belt had become soaked by my pussy juice.

My hope to be able to close my legs was gone and with my legs so wide even the kinder ones could not resist hitting my pussy at least twice.

By the time the belt had got back to Joe people had become overcome by the excitement and the place was in the midst of a full scale orgy. Joe could hardly wait to get me down to put me on my knees to drive his dick into my asshole while his hands pulled and twisted on my breasts and pussy. I was able to cum again! When he fell back I slumped to the floor totally exhausted.

I must have gone to sleep for a little while. When I woke up three of the girls were kneeling beside me gently tracing the weals on my body with their fingers. The girl that had told the men to hold my legs in a split and whipped my pussy so hard was looking at me in total awe and talking to the other girls.