I was glad to see he handed the thonged whip to the man.I didn't know the man who had been picked to whip her. He stood on her left side to whip her left breast five times so hard it was pulled into her armpit then he whipped the right breast just as hard. The preacher stepped forward to squeeze Mom's swollen, red breasts and pulled on the distended nipples as he said something to the man. He nodded then untied her legs to pull them up by her head to tie them to the same table legs that held her arms. That made he butt raise up off the table and opened her legs even more to open the lips of her gash.

They must have wanted the audience to have a good view because he stood by her head and brought the whip down directly on her pussy to make it squirm as the center thong sunk into her open lips.It must have hurt awful because she screamed and twisted her hips trying to hide but he just waited until she settled down then hit again. To my amazement by about the fifth one she stopped screaming just to gasp as it hit and began lifting her hips to meet the whip.

When they took her to the wall she just stood there with this wild look on her face clenching and unclenching her thighs together with her now naked pussy lips glistening from her juices.

I was still standing when he turned to me.

"Janie. Get on up here."

I went up very excited to have the rapt attention of everyone in the audience but also scared after seeing what happened to Mom. I confessed to masturbation and undressed He seemed impressed. He said, "Janie you are all grown up. Your breasts are as big as any woman's your size." He felt my breasts, pussy and butt as he asked me if I touched them. of course I said I did in a quavering voice brought on by the mounting excitement. They tied my wrists and ankles to ropes from the ceiling so I was hanging there like a hammock with my arms and legs wide spread. They decided on thirty lashes. I was relieved when the pracher said, "Since this is your first time we will just use this whip." and showed me the thonged whip that had just excited Mom. Our neighbor George Thomas whipped me. He started on my butt but because of my position most of the force was to the back of my thighs very close to my pussy. Then he did my tits. I had already crossed the threshold when he started on my pussy. He laughed as I pulled my pussy up to meet the whip, screaming at each impact. When it was over he told me that I never needed to masturbate. If I got excited I should just go to his place and he would take care of me.

Mom and I stood tied to the wall for some time and I began to think we would have to service all ten men when one of the secretaries from the school stood up. I was really surprised to see her here. She was real mousy and wore dresses that covered her from her wrists to her ankles. The girls at school wondered if she had breasts since you could not tell in her high-necked loose dresses. I thought she must have had a death wish when she confessed.

"Oh preacher. I am so ashamed. I took some money from the church bake sale so I could make my car payment. It was only twenty dollars and I planned to return it when I was paid but by payday the money had all been counted and I didn't know how to return it."

"That is a terrible sin and a worse excuse! The Bake Sale was three months ago.You could have put twenty dollars or more in the collection plate at any of our meetings if you really wanted to pay it back."

"It just seemed too sneaky to repay it that way. Here is the twenty dollars."

"Of course I will take the money as you owe it but it does not repay the sin! What does this woman deserve?"

Mom said, "Oh God. She has never been here before! She doesn't know how bad it will be!"

The people that decided the penalty were just as mad as the preacher some hollered out up to a hundred lashes. The decision was made on sixty. I shuddered as my thirty even though Mr. Thomas had hit easier than he could have was about all I could have taken without fainting.

It took her forever to undress. She had the shapeless dress, a full slip, a half slip, and a cotton top to remove till she stood there in old fashioned big panties, black stockings to her knees and elastic bandage around her breasts. She took off the socks and the panties first to display a very hairy pussy then unwrapped the bandage around her tits. When the bandage was off we discovered she had large firm tits she must have been ashamed of to compress them with the bandage. She confirmed this by blushing and holding her arms in front of them until the preacher grabbed her arms and held them behind her back until she was ready to be bound.

They put a board with collars on the end of it to spread her legs then lifted her clear off the floor by her arms.

I really felt sorry for her when I saw my Dad go over to the side to take out a hickory switch about five feet long out of a barrel full of water. I had only been switched once and it had hurt awful. My dad looked real mad and I remembered how badly I was whipped when I had taken a nickel to buy candy.

When Dad was in position the preacher stopped him to say,

"She won't feel a thing through that big bush. Norma Jean. Get up here and bring your scissors."

Norma Jean trimmed her pussy hair as close to the skin as she could while Miss Parsons sobbed as she hung from the ceiling.

Finally the preacher was satisfied the hair was cut short enough by feeling her pussy which changed her sobbing to maoans. Dad moved into position. and she did an incredibly brave thing. She looked him right in the eye and said loudly, "Hit hard! I don't care if you kill me. I deserve it!"

He whipped her back and front alternately so she was swinging back and forth on the rope. The switch really dug in and there were several stripes on her breasts, pussy and thighs weeping blood. She fainted from the pain but they just threw a bucket of cold water on her to revive her. There was a collective gasp of awe from the audience when she moaned, "Yes, harder! Make me suffer like Jesus!" He proceeded until she had received all the lashes but he must have appreciated her bravery because none of the rest brought blood.

She hung on the wall crying hysterically while the preacher checked for other sinners. That demonstration must have scared them as they all sat tight including the women who had stood up when Mom and I arose.

Finally he gave up and closed the curtain. Dad, Uncle Bill, and George went directly to Miss parsons while the others gathered around Mom and me to untie us.

By the time we were untied Miss parsons was lying on her back on the floor screaming like a banshee as Uncle Bill kneeled on her arms and gripped her tits as Dad jammed his dick in her pussy. I heard him say.

"Jesus Bill. You aren't going to believe this. This bitch has to be thirty if she is a day and she is still virgin!"

Mom was right. This was definitely the best part. I was fucked every way possible. At one time I had a dick in my ass, my pussy and my mouth all at the same time.

Miss Parsons must have gotten into it later as she stopped screaming to begin low moans. At the end when none of the men could get another hard-on she didn't object when they came to her one by one to have her clean their dicks and balls with her tongue.

When the men left some women came in to gently massage our skins with salve. Miss Parsons was practically purring as she stretched out for the women as they treated her breasts and pussy.

Miss Parsons was evidentally too sore to go to school on thursday. When I saw her on friday she had remodeled one of her black dresses completely. She had cut off the sleeves, shortened it to mid-thigh, cut a deep v neckline that made it obvious she was not wearing a bra. From the outline of her legs and butt I don't think she was wearing a slip or panties either. She had let her long hair out of its customary bun and was wearing lipstick. The boys and men stared in awe at the transformation.